The forest fire burns even tree like sandalwood.

Wicked ones are like fire. Even if put on a heap, they burn only. They do not leave unhurt, even their well-wishers and benefactors.

How well you treat the wicked people, they don't give up their wickedness. They derive pleasure in hurting others. A serpent made to drink milk, it ejects poison only.

I have the capacity of being more wicked than any example that man could set me.

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.

Trees on a riverbank, a woman in another man's house, and kings without counselors go without doubt to swift destruction.