The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time

For 'tis some virtue, virtue to commend.

The greatest offence against virtue is to speak ill of it.

Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never-so-little scar.