No classical stranger could ever pass the porter in his lodge at Brazenose, without being sensibly reminded of a favourite passage in Horace, and exclaiming,

"Quis multà gracilis—puer in rosâ,
Perfusus liquidis—odoribus
Grato——sub antro."

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"Procumbit humi bos." This is not the first time the Doctor has been overcome by port.

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"Hine exaudiri gemitus, et sæva sonare
Verbera, tum stridor ferri tractæque catenæ."

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