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Pride is the mask we make of our faults
Pride is the mask we make of our faults
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them
How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them
Bad men excuse their faults; good men abandon them
Bad men excuse their faults; good men abandon them
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
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.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
