Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother About one vice and fall into another.
Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
Count all th' advantage prosperous Vice attains, 'Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains: And grant the bad what happiness they would, One they must want--which is, to pass for good.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.