If This Were Played Upon A Stage

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

You Abilities Are Too Infant-like For Doing Much Alone.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.