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Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it:
Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it:
Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
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.]
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.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
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.
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.]
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,
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.