After dinner the party adjourned to the drawing-room, where the Doctor began to feel certain cravings for the stimulating fumes of his beloved pipe. The lady of the house, on the alert, caught the half whispered word, and at once interposed her veto. . . . This was not the only occasion, it may be imagined, on which the doctor suffered from the misocapnic prejudices of a fair hostess.
The Californian duo looked and sounded like the kind of band you would have seen being excitedly introduced on The Old Grey Whistle Test in early 1976, only to find their career suddenly foreshortened by the arrival of punk
You had better go to the devil and ask him for my ground-rent, he said.
And therefore, if a Rodde carie the feare of a Sworde, it is no maruell, if those that be fearefull of nature, chose rather to forsake the Plaie, than to stand alwaies within the feare of a Sworde in a fonde mans handling.
