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.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.

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.

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

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.]

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.

It is to see the faults of others, but difficult to see once own faults. One shows the faults of read more

It is to see the faults of others, but difficult to see once own faults. One shows the faults of others like chaff winnowed in the wind, but one conceals one's own faults as a cunning gambler conceals his dice.

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.]

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.