What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
It's true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found.
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry
We die only once, and for such a long time.
Gold makes the ugly beautiful.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, Iโll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where Iโll be free to have an honest heart. - Moliรจre, The Misanthrope