Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.

Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.

I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
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I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!

Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.

Idleness is a constant sin, and labor is a duty. Idleness is the devil's home for temptation and for unprofitable, read more

Idleness is a constant sin, and labor is a duty. Idleness is the devil's home for temptation and for unprofitable, distracting musings; while labor profit others and ourselves.