It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of
others, and to forget his own.
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It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of
others, and to forget his own.
[Lat., Est proprium stultitiae aliorum vitia cernere, oblivisci
suorum.]

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.]

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.

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.

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.

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.]

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,

He has no fault except that he has no fault.
[Lat., Nihil peccat, nisi quod nihil peccat.]

He has no fault except that he has no fault.
[Lat., Nihil peccat, nisi quod nihil peccat.]

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
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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.