Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.