So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
William ShakespeareThen is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
William ShakespeareLay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
William Shakespeare