Man may securely sin, but safely never.
Ben Jonson, The Forest, xi.
We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
But yet we strike not, but securely perish.
Shakespeare, Richard II., act ii. sc. 1.
He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,
While Bolingbroke, through our security,
Grows strong and great in substance and in friends.
Id., ibid., act iii. sc. 2.
The last daughter of pride is delicacy, under which is contained gluttony, luxury, sloth, and security.—Nash, Christ’s Tears over Jerusalem, p. 137.