Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Faults.
See Detraction.
But some may cry, have You no Faults at all?
Yes, other Faults, and not perhaps so small.—
When Mænius rail'd at Novius, how, says One,
Dost know thyself, or think thy Faults unknown?
Pho, pho, says Mænius,—I forgive my own.
This is a foolish, and a wicked Love,
Such as the keenest Satyr should reprove.
While thou art blind and senseless to thy own,
How dost thou find another's Faults so soon,
That scarce a Serpent can so quickly spy,
Or any Eagle hath so sharp an Eye?
But still go on: pursue thy mean Design,
Shew Others Faults,—and they will shew thee thine.—
Yes, other Faults, and not perhaps so small.—
When Mænius rail'd at Novius, how, says One,
Dost know thyself, or think thy Faults unknown?
Pho, pho, says Mænius,—I forgive my own.
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Such as the keenest Satyr should reprove.
While thou art blind and senseless to thy own,
How dost thou find another's Faults so soon,
That scarce a Serpent can so quickly spy,
Or any Eagle hath so sharp an Eye?
But still go on: pursue thy mean Design,
Shew Others Faults,—and they will shew thee thine.—
We all our Frailties share, and he's the best,
Most happy he, who's loaded with the least.
Those then, who would not have their Sores offend,
Ought not to fret the Pimples of a Friend:
And surely, 'tis but just, that he, who'd claim
A candid Cov'ring where he proves to blame,
Should to an erring Neighbour grant the same.—
Most happy he, who's loaded with the least.
Those then, who would not have their Sores offend,
Ought not to fret the Pimples of a Friend:
And surely, 'tis but just, that he, who'd claim
A candid Cov'ring where he proves to blame,
Should to an erring Neighbour grant the same.—
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