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

There is hardly any personal defect which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to

There is hardly any personal defect which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to

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.]

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.]

The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

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,

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?]

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.

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.