batler

And I mine . I remember when I was in
love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him
take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile ; and I
remember the kissing of her batler , and the cow’s
dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked ;
and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of
her , from whom I took two cods and , giving her
them again , said with weeping tears Wear these for
my sake . We that are true lovers run into strange
capers . But as all is mortal in nature , so is all nature
in love mortal in folly .