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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Michael Edward Hardie		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Michael Edward Hardie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2020 17:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[next  door to st annes school  was all saints church with All Saints school.
Both were  demolished In the 1950s]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>next  door to st annes school  was all saints church with All Saints school.<br />
Both were  demolished In the 1950s</p>
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		By: Amanda		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2020 08:11:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Adam Dant   :   ?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Adam Dant   :   ?</p>
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		By: Robin		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/04/17/a-pack-of-knaves/#comment-1336288</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Robin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 18:14:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I see echoes here of certain politicians... 
Naming no names, mind you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I see echoes here of certain politicians&#8230;<br />
Naming no names, mind you.</p>
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		By: Adam Dant		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Adam Dant]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 16:17:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ha ha! Yes what an awful ‘Felf Ifolation’ that would be !]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha ha! Yes what an awful ‘Felf Ifolation’ that would be !</p>
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		By: Amanda		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 14:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ye olde Lockedowne

My Lord Loften,
My Lady Wilson

My heart was  enchanted
by your accomplished prose

Our Author inspires such
splendid reverie

Safekeeping our souls
from these unimaginable woes

Fare thee well, 

Doña Amanda of Connell]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ye olde Lockedowne</p>
<p>My Lord Loften,<br />
My Lady Wilson</p>
<p>My heart was  enchanted<br />
by your accomplished prose</p>
<p>Our Author inspires such<br />
splendid reverie</p>
<p>Safekeeping our souls<br />
from these unimaginable woes</p>
<p>Fare thee well, </p>
<p>Doña Amanda of Connell</p>
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		By: Jill Wilson		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Wilson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 12:44:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PS What is the Overdoo up to with that massive syringe??]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PS What is the Overdoo up to with that massive syringe??</p>
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		By: Jill Wilson		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/04/17/a-pack-of-knaves/#comment-1336270</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Wilson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 12:42:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I echo the words of Mr Loften
That on many a day and often
The Gentle Author doth our sprits raise
To help us through these strangest days
Our thanks are due for the sweet surprises
Of which his column oft comprises...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I echo the words of Mr Loften<br />
That on many a day and often<br />
The Gentle Author doth our sprits raise<br />
To help us through these strangest days<br />
Our thanks are due for the sweet surprises<br />
Of which his column oft comprises&#8230;</p>
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		By: Chris Webb		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/04/17/a-pack-of-knaves/#comment-1336269</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris Webb]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 12:38:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is probably the closest we will ever come to knowing what ordinary people looked like in the 17th century. I wonder whether they are portraits of actual people or just represent general types from everyday observation. The humour and satire is mostly lost on us but no doubt contemporaries would understand them immediately.

I find it amusing that in the second one he ran out of space for the text and had to squeeze it in. I wonder whether pronunciation has changed so that back then &quot;is&quot; and &quot;amiss&quot; did actually rhyme.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is probably the closest we will ever come to knowing what ordinary people looked like in the 17th century. I wonder whether they are portraits of actual people or just represent general types from everyday observation. The humour and satire is mostly lost on us but no doubt contemporaries would understand them immediately.</p>
<p>I find it amusing that in the second one he ran out of space for the text and had to squeeze it in. I wonder whether pronunciation has changed so that back then &#8220;is&#8221; and &#8220;amiss&#8221; did actually rhyme.</p>
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		By: paul loften		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[paul loften]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 11:36:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ne’er before  hast I lived as locked down and bound in home
 With  companie  that so well to me is  known
 As words that pass between our lips
Away the day does with a sadness slip . 
Yet no knave within our walls do I know
 D’spight that we sit among  such sad troubles found
 No wrath or spite, my ears have found
 Tis with this consolation my heart abounds
  Yet more.This author so gentle, I praise
  I sweare it doth our very spirits raise]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ne’er before  hast I lived as locked down and bound in home<br />
 With  companie  that so well to me is  known<br />
 As words that pass between our lips<br />
Away the day does with a sadness slip .<br />
Yet no knave within our walls do I know<br />
 D’spight that we sit among  such sad troubles found<br />
 No wrath or spite, my ears have found<br />
 Tis with this consolation my heart abounds<br />
  Yet more.This author so gentle, I praise<br />
  I sweare it doth our very spirits raise</p>
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		By: Bailey Jones		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/04/17/a-pack-of-knaves/#comment-1336260</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bailey Jones]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2020 10:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Oh dear. I can see me in there.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh dear. I can see me in there.</p>
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