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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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?
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
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."
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
Vice may be learnt, even without a teacher.
Vice may be learnt, even without a teacher.
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.]
It is but a step from companionship to slavery when one associates with vice.
It is but a step from companionship to slavery when one associates with vice.
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
And last the Vice and Follies of the Age.
And last the Vice and Follies of the Age.
