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.
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.
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.
O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's read more
O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
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?
Vices of the time; vices of the man.
[Lat., Vitia temporis; vitia hominis.]
Vices of the time; vices of the man.
[Lat., Vitia temporis; vitia hominis.]
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 gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
