he certainly muſt have gone upon ſome of the old Roman ſouls, of which he had read, without reflecting how much, by a gradual and moſt tabid decline, in a courſe of eighteen hundred years, they muſt unavoidably have ſhrunk, ſo as to have come, when he wrote, almoſt to nothing.

, I.40: There is nothing I hate more than driving of bargaines: It is a meere commerce of dodging and impudencie.

Take heart, help will arrive shortly and everything will be fine.

[…] Kingi spotted them and strode over. 'What are you two gasbagging about? Come on, join the party.' / 'We're not gasbagging, we're strategising,' Josie pointed out.