If it should please thee, kind sir and thou shall lend me thine ear, Bobbys {Esquire} would humbly ask to be reinstated and sent forth into the breech . I beg thee to forgive my insolence, my offence is indeed rank and smells to Heaven and Hackensack and points north and south. I cannot cloth my naked villainy, i have learned my lesson at a great price, I shall not make my merry or play the jest at my future Kings exspence Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. Sweet mercy is nobility true badge , a badge i can only hope you wear on your helmunt of plastic ,imbetted in thy creast on the side of your chariot. Your humble servent and shameless brown noser, bobby