Yes, that particular four-parter has a special place in my heart... it was the main root from which my toonophilia, and later my furriness, grew. (Well, more likely the root was already there, and it was the fertilizer.)

And Hagar bare Abram a ſonne: and Abram called his ſonnes name, which Hagar bare, Iſhmael.

As we walked we saw white slags lying together; where perhaps had been the workstead of some ancient artificer.

In an other corner, Mistris Minx, a marchants wife, that will eate no cherries, forsooth, but when they are at twentie shillings a pound, that lookes as simperingly as if she were besmeard, and iets it as gingerly as if she were dancing the canaries, […]