Tukaram, Poem 3559

The kith and kin of a whore, that would pity
a thief, they grow like him through contact
with him. They set up thorns on their own path,
and enter the way of sorrow without any compensation.
To feed a snake is to spoil good milk, it
merely turns nectar into poison. Tuka says,
Unless you punish people like these, you will
not be able to check the faults of those that come
after them.