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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Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
If individuals have no vices, their virtues may be of use to us.
If individuals have no vices, their virtues may be of use to us.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have read more
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
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.
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those
same vices underfoot.
[Lat., De read more
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those
same vices underfoot.
[Lat., De vitiis nostris scalam nobis facimus, si vitia ipsa
calcamus.]
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
