Sonnet- You Can’T Have Opposites

When vices, virtues are but parallel lines,
The former moves backward, latter forward;
No one can take the mixture of such wines;
No one can be both fish and also bird.

There isn’t a hybrid of vices, virtues;
There isn’t a place where both of them can meet;
Just one and only one, a man must choose;
You can’t have Heaven’s joy and Hell’s great heat!

The virtuous way is like climbing a hill;
The road to vice is like slipping from one;
While God rewards Heaven as former’s bill,
The latter, yields hell’s eternal fire-den!

One can’t be both a good and bad a man;
You try to have Heaven and hell, how can?