Tukaram, Poem 996

We may beat a thievish dog on the head; he howls, but he does not give up his tricks. Such, O God, is a man of bad character; he destroys his own soul. To him the loss of his nose brings neither shame nor reflection; he carries the disgrace from house to house. Tuka says, The prints of a man’s actions are strong and powerful; they do not suffer him to stir one way or another.