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Then marke th’inducement. Thus it came; giue heede too’t:

There are few names to which a jingle or a joke cannot be fitted—witness, Twining, banker and tea-dealer: / ‘Twining would be whining / Were’t not for his tea;’ / and the ex-Lord Mayor, Sir John Key, where the inherent rhyme to ‘donkey’ verjuiced the baronetcy.

What was all that about? Well, like all women, she's shoe-mad. 't’s a bit sexist, isn't it? Do you know one woman who isn't obsessed with shoes? No, but I only know one woman. And she just left the room shouting "THE SHOES!"