For he must speak his instant mind,—a mind corrupt and sinful,
Exhibiting to other men's disgust its undisguised deformities:
He must utter all the hatred of his heart, and add to it the venom of his tongue;
Shall he feel, and hide his feelings? that were the meanness of a hypocrite:—
Still, O man, such hypocrisy is better, than this bold honesty to sin:
Kill the feeling, or conceal it: let shame at least do the work of charity.
O charity, thou livest not in warnings, meddling among men,
Rebuking every foolish word, and censuring small sins;
This is not thy secret,—rather wilt thou hide their multitude,
And silence the condemning tongue, and wearisome exhortation.