Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad? To think and ne`er drink will make you stark mad. `Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy, Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy; But wine of the three`s the most cordial brother, For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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