previous next


'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!

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: