He that would be angry and sin not, must not be angry with anything but sin.

He is so different from his persona, not angry at all,

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.

Brethren, it is easier to declaim against a thousand sins of others, than to mortify one sin in ourselves