I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.

Beauty without intelligence is like a hook without bait.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

Long is the road from conception to completion.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.

Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.