He sins against this life, who slights the next.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.