Jack of Naples and of Suffolk

His badge was a clog and a chain. So he was an ape, a jackass, a dumb waiter of some denomination (a jerrycan of an Anglican ? tough pronunciation exercise, lad !).

A year or two more Jackerooing would only mean the consumption of so many more figs, so avaunt ! from hence straight to good old Suffolk !

(I choke with guilt, I choke with laughter, I choke with vomit, I choke with pain, I choke with tears.)

An arty-fartsy fellow finding himself chock-a-block with Our Good Man in Suffolk ! Now that's a nice cigar for you. Serves you right.