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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Many without punishment, none without sin.
Many without punishment, none without sin.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
The willing contemplation of vice is vice.
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.
If you don't want anyone to know it, don't do it.
If you don't want anyone to know it, don't do it.
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?
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.
