There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die.

And there's a lust in man no charm can tame Of loudly publishing our neighbor's shame; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but born and die

You cannot fly like an eagle with wings of a wren.

We are born to die.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action.