sin (n.)
- aberrancy
- aberration
- abomination
- atrocity
- bad
- breach
- crime
- criminality
- debt
- defectiveness
- deficiency
- delinquency
- delusion
- demerit
- dereliction
- disgrace
- distortion
- enormity
- err
- errancy
- erroneousness
- error
- evil
- evildoing
- failure
- fallaciousness
- fallacy
- falseness
- falsity
- fault
- faultiness
- felony
- flaw
- genocide
- hamartia
- heresy
- heterodoxy
- illusion
- impropriety
- indiscretion
- infamy
- iniquity
- injury
- injustice
- knavery
- lapse
- malfeasance
- malpractice
- malversation
- misapplication
- misconduct
- misconstruction
- misdeed
- misdemeanor
- misfeasance
- misinterpretation
- nonfeasance
- obliquity
- offense
- omission
- outrage
- peccadillo
- perversion
- scandal
- self-contradiction
- shame
- shortcoming
- sinfulness
- slip
- tort
- transgression
- trespass
- trip
- unorthodoxy
- untruth
- untruthfulness
- vice
- viciousness
- villainy
- wickedness
- wrong
- wrongdoing
- wrongness
sin (v.)
sin (adv.)
Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness."
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.
I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
A sacred burden is this life ye bear:
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
Fools make a mock at sin.
I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.
He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,—
A cottage of gentility;
And he owned with a grin,
That his favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Think on this doctrine,—that reasoning beings were created for one another's sake; that to be patient is a branch of justice, and that men sin without intending it.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
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Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
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It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
The wages of sin is death.
