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.

Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.

For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which
is the proper judge of read more

For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which
is the proper judge of the man.

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.]

There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.

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 judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already read more

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already done.

Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and read more

Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and wonder why,
And marvel, out in the cold.