In speaking of a person’s faults,
Pray don’t forget your own;
Remember, those with home of glass
Should seldom throw a stone.
If we had nothing else to do
But talk of those who sin,
’Tis better we commence at home
And from that point begin.
We have no right to judge a man
Until he’s fairly tried;
Should we not like his company
We know the world is wide.
Some may have faults—and who has not?
The old as well as young—
Perhaps we may, for ought we know,
Have fifty to their one.
I’ll tell you of a better plan,
And find it works full well,
To try my own defects to cure,
Before of others tell.
And though I sometimes hope to be
No more than some I know,
My own shortcomings bid me let
The faults of others go.
Then let us, when we commence
To slander friend or foe,
Think of the harm one word would do
To those we little know.
Remember, curses sometimes like
Our chickens, ‘roost at home’:
Don’t speak of others’ faults until
We have none of our own.