'Think but how vile a spectacle it were, (632)
To view thy present trespass in another. (633)
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear; (634)
Their own transgressions partially they smother: (635)
This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.
O, how are they wrapp'd in with infamies (637)
That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes!