Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others. - Robert Burton

Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?

The commonwealth of Venice in their armory have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war."

Tobacco, divine, rare, superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all the panaceas, potable gold, and philosopher's stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases...but as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health, hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.