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My friend, judge not me,
Thou seest I judge not thee;
Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
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My friend, judge not me,
Thou seest I judge not thee;
Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
Mercy I askt, mercy I found.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
With thumb turned.
[Lat., Verso pollice.]
With thumb turned.
[Lat., Verso pollice.]
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
We sometimes see a fool possessed of talent, but never of
judgment.
[Fr., On est quelquefois un sot read more
We sometimes see a fool possessed of talent, but never of
judgment.
[Fr., On est quelquefois un sot avec de l'esprit; mais on ne
l'est jamais avec du jugement.]
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse read more
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse tuo.]
When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning read more
When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little read more
In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little speck and blemish find,
To our own stronger errors blind.