FAULT.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults.
Sonnet XXXV. SHAKESPEARE.
Men still had faults, and men will have them still;
He that hath none, and lives as angels do,
Must be an angel.
On Mr. Dryden's Religio Laici. W. DILLON.
Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault.
Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches, set upon a little breach,
Discredit more in hiding of the fault
Than did the fault before it was so patched.
King John, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemned ere it be done.
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To fine the faults whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.
Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.