The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
Let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!
And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving
God forgive us our sins!
Commit The oldest sins, the newest kind of ways.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd;
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father are to
be laid upon the children; therefore, I promise you, I fear you.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.
But if it be a sin to covet honour I am the most offending soul alive.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must
be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation.
Selfloving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as selfneglecting.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
O, forgive me my sins!
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliets handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly;
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The aweless lion could not wage the fight
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin, but to be rich And, being rich, my virtue then shall be, To say there is no vice, but beggary.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories