Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
The end doesn't justify the means.
We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.