I design to give up smoking; but I have not yet fixed upon the equivalent vice. I must have quid pro quo; or quo pro quid, as Tom Woodgate would correct me. My service to him.
So did the worldes proud Mistres Rome at first Striue with a hard beginning, warr’d with need; Forcing her strong Confiners to the worst, And in her bloud her greatnes first did breed:
What need a man forestall his date of grief, / And run to meet what he would most avoid?
When a man is past his sense, / There's no way to reduce him thence, / But twinging him by the ears or nose, / Or laying on of heavy blows.
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