Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.