`Oh by Seinte Loy if Johannes Gower ys not a bugge in my butte. He ys always up on my aboute my drynkynge. Moral Gowere, indeede. Y have halfe a minde to telle kynge Richarde all of the nastie thinges that Gowere saith aboute hym in the confessio amantis.
Y have inventede a newe wondere. Yt is a rollede piece of papere wyth fierie and honie-smellynge herbe of some ferne londe, called “tobbaco.” Y shall clepen it “cigarette.” Now y smoke my cigarette with muchel relish.’
I have no fucken idea what that says, except for “tobbaco” and “cigarette”. 🙂