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‘CEASE, RAILER, CEASE! UNTHINKING MAN’
“Cur in amicorum vitiis tam cernis acutum,
“Quam aut aquila, aut serpens Epidaurius?”
Horace.
“Quam aut aquila, aut serpens Epidaurius?”
Horace.
Cease, railer, cease! unthinking man,
Is every virtue found in thee?
How plain another's faults we scan,
Our own how faintly do we see!
Is every virtue found in thee?
How plain another's faults we scan,
Our own how faintly do we see!
So one, who roves o'er marshy ground
When evening fogs the scene obscure,
Sees vapour hang on all things round,
And falsely deems his station pure!
When evening fogs the scene obscure,
Sees vapour hang on all things round,
And falsely deems his station pure!
C. T.
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