Cant is itself properly a double-distilled lie, the materia prima of the devil, from which all falsehoods, imbecilities, and abominations body themselves, and from which no true thing can come.
Cant is good to provoke common sense.
Cant is the voluntary over charging or prolongation of a real sentiment; hypocrisy is the setting up pretence to a feeling you never had, and have no wish for.
Of all the cants in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.
The affectation of some late authors to introduce and multiply cant words is the most ruinous corruption in any language.