It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People

There's Nothing Quite Like Tobacco: It's The Passion Of Decent Folk, And Whoever Lives Without Tobacco Doesn't Deserve To Live.

Doubts Are More Cruel Than The Worst Of Truths.

Tobacco Is The Passion Of Honest Men And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Is Not Worthy Of Living.

Perfect Good Sense Shuns All Extremity, Content To Couple Wisdom With Sobriety.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.