Lust

Lust that makes blind the reason; lust that makes A devil's self seem angel to our eyes; A cataract that, carrying havoc with it, Confounds the prosperous house; a road of mire Where whoso falls he rises not again; A wine of which whoever tastes shall see Redemption's face no more--one little sip Of that delicious and unlawful drink, Making crave much, and hanging round the palate Till it become a ring to lead thee by (Putting the rope in a vain woman's hand), Till thou thyself go down the Way of Nothing.