Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
Men still had faults, and men will have them still;
He that hath none, and lives as angels do,
Must be an angel.
The defects of great men are the consolation of the dunces.
Isaac D'Israeli—Essay on the Literary Character. Preface. P. XXLX and Vol. I. P
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de ses qualites.
Happy the man when he has not the defects
of his qualities.
Bishop Dupanloup.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom
with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
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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.
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| text = <poem>His very faults smack of the raciness of his
good qualities.
Washington Irving—Sketch Book. John Bull.
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Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
Ben Jonson—Catiline. Act III. Sc. 2. </poem>
Quis tulerit Gracchos de seditione querentes?
Who'd bear to hear the Gracchi chide sedition? (Listen to those who denounce what
they do themselves.)
Juvenal—Satires, n. 24.
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.
Martial—Epigrams. Bk. XIV. Ep. 111.
Trans, by Wright.
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Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
Gabriel Medmer—Tresor des Sentences.
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Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed praecedenti spectatur mantica tergo.
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.
Persius—SoUpes. IV. 24.
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| text = <poem>Peras imposuit Jupiter nobis duas.
Propriis repletam vitiis post tergum dedit;
Alienis ante pectus suspendit gravem.
Jupiter has placed upon us two wallets.
Hanging behind each person's back he has
fiven one full of his own faults; in front he has
ung a heavy one full of other people's.
Piledrus—Fables. Bk. IV. 9. 1.
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| text = Quia, qui alterum incusat probi, eum ipsum se
intueri oportet.
Because those, who twit others with their
faults, should look at home.
Plautus—Truculentus. I. 2. 58.
Nihil peccat, nisi quod nihil peccat.
He has no fault except that he has no fault.
Punt the Younger—EpisUes. Bk. IX. 26.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
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| text = I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 298.
Every one fault seeming monstrous tul his fellow-fault came to match it.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 372.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 37.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 31.
And oftentimes, excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches set upon a little breach,
Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
Than did the fault before it was so patched.
King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 30.
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Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 198.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done;
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To fine the faults whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.
Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth
know
That's like my brother's fault.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults.
