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вЄЇвБ†But courage! gentle reader!вБ†вЄЇвБ†I scorn itвБ†вЄЇвАЩtis enough to have thee in my powerвБ†вЄЇвБ†but to make use of the advantage which the fortune of the pen has now gained over thee, would be too muchвБ†вЄЇвБ†NoвБ†вЄЇ! by that all-powerful fire which warms the visionary brain, and lights the spirits through unwordly tracts! ere I would force a helpless creature upon this hard service, and make thee pay, poor soul! for fifty pages, which I have no right to sell thee,вБ†вЄЇвБ†naked as I am, I would browse upon the mountains, and smile that the north wind brought me neither my tent or my supper. + 

вАФSo put on, my brave boy! and make the best of thy way to Boulogne. + 