I can imagine many things, but few clearly.
Pessimists fear becoming the dupes of Hope. Optimists enjoy Hope's company, and consider being duped no great matter.
Beauty and virtue: the most kissable ass in the world is no guarantee of good intentions.
Power makes gods. Virtue makes martyrs.
The public is a hibernating bear, hard to awaken and fond of honey.
If modesty disappeared, so would exhibitionism.