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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Wild oats make a bad autumn crop.
Wild oats make a bad autumn crop.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
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.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.
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?
He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices
He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices
The worst vice of a fanatic is his sincerity.
The worst vice of a fanatic is his sincerity.
There will be vice as long as there are men.
There will be vice as long as there are men.
