Tukaram, Poem 1021

He who sells merit commits incest; the wealth of a pander is polluted; you may call the lustful man a suicide; he does whatever he is bidden to do, he cares not for any penalty. He ruins himself for a slight gain; he barters the magic stone for a bit of glass. Tuka says, He has washed his hands of heaven; he reaps nothing but toil; he has only forced his ears to listen to teaching.