Of virtue in him springing unto glory,
Should make his soul degenerate with sin,
And slave to luxury; to drown his spirits
In lees of sloth; to yield up the weak day
To wine, to lust, and banquets.
Shackerly.
Sin, like a bee, unto thy hive may bring
A little honey, but expect the sting.
Watkyns.
Woe unto those who countenance a sin,