Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it, so that when men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale hath had its effect.
Jonathan SwiftEver eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.
Jonathan SwiftThe axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.
Jonathan Swift