He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.

They have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that come is vanity.

Law can discover sin, but not remove, Save by those shadowy expiations weak.

So many laws argues so many sins.

Her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat; Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe That all was lost.