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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Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have read more
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those
same vices underfoot.
[Lat., De read more
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those
same vices underfoot.
[Lat., De vitiis nostris scalam nobis facimus, si vitia ipsa
calcamus.]
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function.
Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function.
O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's read more
O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
Vices of the time; vices of the man.
[Lat., Vitia temporis; vitia hominis.]
Vices of the time; vices of the man.
[Lat., Vitia temporis; vitia hominis.]
