Your presence and your progress poison the very streets of the city.

And that, not as the short-sighted and the vulgar will read Solomon's plain-spoken Scripture, with the poison of lewdness and uncleanness, but with the still more malignant, stealthy, and deadly poison of social, professional, political, and ecclesiastical hatred, resentment, and ill-will.

Whoredom and wine openly slay their thousands on all our streets; but envy and spite, dislike and hatred their ten thousands.

The fact is, we would never know how malignantly wicked our hearts are but for our eyes.

But a sudden spark, a single flash through the eye falling on the gunpowder that fills our hearts, that lets us know a hundred times every day what at heart we are made of.
'Of a verity, O Lord, I am made of sin, and that my life maketh manifest,' prays Bishop Andrewes every day.