Excess.

By so much, virtue is the less,
By how much, near to singleness.

Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate;
Small shots paid often waste a vast estate.

'Tis much among the filthy to be clean;
Our heat of youth can hardly keep the mean.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel;
That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.

Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.