This is commercial spam, which I would ordinarily delete. It's only staying on here because of the poetry in the caption 'What you find of being only?'
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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This is commercial spam, which I would ordinarily delete. It's only staying on here because of the poetry in the caption 'What you find of being only?'
Other spam will get deleted.
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