Thus, in his belly, can he change a sin, Lust it comes out, that gluttony went in.

The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds: Through which our merit leads us to our meeds. How willful blind is he then, that would stray, And hath it in…

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live.

Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike; One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.

He passed a cottage with a double coach-house, A cottage of gentility; And he owned with a grin That his favorite sin Is pride that apes humility.

There was no getting around the stubborn fact that taking sweetmeats was only 'hooking,' while taking bacon and hams and such valuables was plain simple steali…

Boredom is therefore a vital problem for the moralist, since at least half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.