"...Hell, to my affliction,
Is mere snow-water."
--John Webster
"Even an author whose works were popular--such an author as Thomson, whose Seasons were in every library; such an author as Fielding, whose Pasquin had had a greater run than any drama since the Beggar's Opera--was sometimes glad to obtain, by pawning his best coat, the means of dining on tripe at a cookshop underground, where he could wipe his hands, after his greasy meal, on the back of a Newfoundland dog." --Macaulay's Life of Johnson
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