Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear
To stop the air would hurt them.
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Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
If individuals have no vices, their virtues may be of use to us.
If individuals have no vices, their virtues may be of use to us.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Wild oats make a bad autumn crop.
Wild oats make a bad autumn crop.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
We do not despise all those who have vices, but we despise all
those who have not a single read more
We do not despise all those who have vices, but we despise all
those who have not a single virtue.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function.
Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.
