His wedding boot was rupled

 His pecker is set straight  (like Wyatt)

Let us speck of knightage: knights collectively
Let us specke of the expansion but not the breach\

Like when a king eats a king I’ll have the bones for my garden

Please    &

Fisticuffs.

I want to fickle you in our summery affliction of too much summer

His soul and his wife’s are actually like a sheet of gold leaf

                                         Or corned Beef.
It is not necessary to Live and Think

  But to bloat to the point of peccability

pêle-mêle plural pêle-mêle

th’affectionate tickling of painful grapes
m’aime comme l’idol formé de la form redoublée et derangement

m’aime