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CHAP. II.
My second Ramble into the World, and out on't, and in again, &c.
NOW here am I most abominably puzled, and if my freedom lay upon't, could not for my Blood resolve what to do. I had, to confess the Truth, prepar'd a great many sparkling notions, plea∣sant Fancies, nea•• Thoughts, and whole Bushels of Flowers to welcom my coming into the World.
I had Collected many a fine passage, and well-turned Period, as concerning Life, and all the Conveniences, Inconveniences, Pleasure and Pain on't, which could not have fail'd of Ministring abundant Diversion and Profit to the well-disposed Reader.— But how to lug it in,—ay, there's all the Craft,—what's a Man the better for having—two Hogsheads at the Door; For look ye now, and do but consider my case,—I could cry I'm so pull'd and tormented—to talk of Life; and all those pretty things that I intended,—how I lookt abroad when I first saw the Light, found the B••bby, and all that (but first the Brandy-bottle) by the Light of Nature, and laugh∣ed in my Nurses Face: I say, to talk of this when one was Dead-born, looks a little like a Figure in Rhetorick called Nonsence,— and yet where to stick it in, if I ••lip this Opportunity, I can't