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The yoke uneasy on the ox doth sit
Till by degrees his stubborn neck does bow.
So Love’s opposers do at last submit
And gladly drudge at the accustom’d plough.

Thought:

“Once you think you’ve found freedom — someone builds a prison round it. You can’t get out. All you can do is furnish it as attractively as possible.”

Peter Ustinov

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