Felt-makers and furriers, what the one with the hot steam of
their wool new taken out of the pan, and the other with the
contagious heat of their slaughter-budge and cony-skins,
died more thick than of the pestilence; I have seen an old
woman at that season, having three chins, wipe them all
away one after another as they melted to water, and left
herself nothing of a mouth but an upper chap.