Tukaram, Poem 2465

The whole body of the wicked is a round sack full of hell. He eats foul things, utters foul words, and exasperates us when we meet him. A charm can affect a snake so that you can catch him with your hand; but the nature of a wicked man is wholly wicked. Tuka says. It is out of all comparison with anything else that is filthy.