There are seven of them each, seven virtues, seven vices. In case anyone needs a reminder, they are Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, and Humility. And Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. I know which ones I deal with on a weekly basis -- Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Pride. Wrath I'm not bothered by, unless someone lays a hurtful finger on one of my children. Then that person will have to deal with the Wrath of Gaelic. Other than that, it's just the other six I'm guilty of.
I have no virtues. Only vices. All seven of the virtues are quite arduous for me. I should be more diligent about them. But then I wouldn't be able to boast of having absolutely no virtues at all. See, pride is my biggest vice!
A man after my own heart, or finger, has come to my rescue. He knows that all women need to be reminded of their worst vices. And in a way that is right in front of women all the time. As rings on our fingers. The problem is the way he depicts Pride. Not my favorite vice anymore. Looking at Stephen Webster's renditions of the Seven Deadly Vices, I think my new worst vice is Envy. No, make that Wrath. No, make it Lust. Oh, hell, I'll take all Seven of the Deadly Virtues, I mean Vices.