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There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees.
— Wickedness
There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees.
He who lifts up his hand in a threatening manner against a fellow-man, though he may not actually strike him, is designated a wicked man.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.
Are you call'd forth from out a world of men,To slay the innocent?
'Cause I's wicked,—I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow, I can't help it.
Whenever wickedness may cause trouble, Utu will not be idle!
Who will stand up for me against evildoers? Who will take his stand for me against those who do wickedness?
The wicked flee when no man pursueth; but the righteous are bold as a lion.
As saith the proverb of the Ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from the wicked.
For wickedness, of its nature cowardly, testifies in its own condemnation, and because of a distressed conscience, always magnifies misfortunes.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry—in vain!The creature's at his dirty work again.
