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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Nurse one vice in your bosom. Give it the attention it deserves and let your virtues spring p modestly around read more
Nurse one vice in your bosom. Give it the attention it deserves and let your virtues spring p modestly around it. Then you'll have the miser who's no liar; and the drunkard who's the benefactor of the whole city.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Search others for their virtues, thy self for thy vices
Search others for their virtues, thy self for thy vices
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.
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.
There will be vice as long as there are men.
There will be vice as long as there are men.
Vice knows she's ugly, so puts on her mask
Vice knows she's ugly, so puts on her mask
Every vice makes its guilt the more conspicuous in proportion to
the rank of the offender.
[Lat., Omne read more
Every vice makes its guilt the more conspicuous in proportion to
the rank of the offender.
[Lat., Omne animi vitium tanto conspectius in se
Crimen habet, quanto major qui peccat habetur.]
