A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise read more

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise or profit.

When a man puts on a Character he is a stranger to, there's as
much difference between what he read more

When a man puts on a Character he is a stranger to, there's as
much difference between what he appears, and what he is really in
himself, as there is between a VIzor and a Face.

Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises, for never intending to go beyond promise, it costs nothing

Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises, for never intending to go beyond promise, it costs nothing

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?

For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God read more

For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth.

A hypocrite despises those whom he deceives, but has no respect for himself. He would make a dupe of himself read more

A hypocrite despises those whom he deceives, but has no respect for himself. He would make a dupe of himself too, if he could.

Some hypocrites and seeming mortified men, that held down their
heads, were like the little images that they place read more

Some hypocrites and seeming mortified men, that held down their
heads, were like the little images that they place in the very
bowing of the vaults of churches, that look as if they held up
the church, but are but puppets.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.