Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our
own backs.
[Lat., Suus read more

Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our
own backs.
[Lat., Suus quoque attributus est error:
Sed non videmus, manticae quid in tergo est.]

When you have faults, do not fear to abandon them

When you have faults, do not fear to abandon them

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to read more

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.

Who'd bear to hear the Gracchi chide sedition? (Listen to those
who denounce what they do themselves.)
[Lat., read more

Who'd bear to hear the Gracchi chide sedition? (Listen to those
who denounce what they do themselves.)
[Lat., Quis tulerit Gracchos de seditone querentes?]

Do you wish to find out a person's weak points? Note the
failings he has the quickest eye for read more

Do you wish to find out a person's weak points? Note the
failings he has the quickest eye for in others. They may not be
the very failings he is himself conscious of; but they will be
their next-door neighbors. No man keeps such a jealous lookout
as a rival.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in read more

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at
home.
[Lat., Quia, qui alterum incusat probi, read more

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at
home.
[Lat., Quia, qui alterum incusat probi, eum ipsum se intueri
oportet.]

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, read more

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, being moody, give him time and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working.