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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.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
Many without punishment, none without sin.
Many without punishment, none without sin.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we read more
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame.
Vice knows she's ugly, so puts on her mask
Vice knows she's ugly, so puts on her mask
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
The heart resolves this matter in a trice,
"Men only feel the smart, but not the vice."
The heart resolves this matter in a trice,
"Men only feel the smart, but not the vice."
Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.
Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.
