I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.
Fiction or fable allures to instruction.
Amusement allures and deceives us and leads us down imperceptibly in thoughtlessness to the grave
Amusement that is excessive and followed only for its own sake, allures and deceives us.
Pleasure, like a kind of bait, is thrown before everything which is really bad, and easily allures greedy souls to the hook of perdition.
We love we know not what, and therefore everything allures us.