Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled.
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
In lashing sin, of every stroke beware,
For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare.
CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357.
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!
BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.