That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself!
But the wallet of the person read more

That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself!
But the wallet of the person in front is carefully kept in view.
[Lat., Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed praecedenti spectatur mantica tergo.]

Men ought to be most annoyed by the sufferings which come from
their own faults.]
[Lat., Ea molestissime read more

Men ought to be most annoyed by the sufferings which come from
their own faults.]
[Lat., Ea molestissime ferre homines debent quae ipsorum culpa
ferenda sunt.]

Jupiter has placed upon us two wallets. Hanging behind each
person's back he has given one full of his read more

Jupiter has placed upon us two wallets. Hanging behind each
person's back he has given one full of his own faults; in front
he has hung a heavy one full of other people's.
[Lat., Peras imposuit Jupiter nobis duas.
Propriis repletam vitiis post tergum dedit;
Alienis ante pectus supendit gravem.]

Men still had faults, and men will have them still;
He that hath none, and lives as angels do,
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Men still had faults, and men will have them still;
He that hath none, and lives as angels do,
Must be an angel.
- Wentworth Dillon, Earl of Roscomon,

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

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?]

Happy the man when he has not the defects of his qualities.
[Fr., Heureux l'homme quand il n'a pas read more

Happy the man when he has not the defects of his qualities.
[Fr., Heureux l'homme quand il n'a pas les defauts de ses
qualites.]

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.

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.