Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
The heart resolves this matter in a trice,
"Men only feel the smart, but not the vice."
Hominum sunt ista [vitia], non temporum.
Those vices [luxury and neglect of decent manners] are vices of men, not of the times.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself.
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 turn to fair that eyes can 'see!
VICTORY
Hannibal knows how to gain a victory, but not how to use it.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
<poem>Who thought he'd won
The field as certain as a gun. <poem>
