Lord Bolingbroke was one evening at a large party. Political subjects
were talked of, and the conversation finally turned on the famous Duke
of Marlborough. Every one had something to say against him, many blaming
his avarice. Bolingbroke was silent. One of the company inquired, "How
is it that you say nothing? You knew him better than all of us, and
could tell us a good deal about him." Bolingbroke replied, "He was a
great man, and I have forgotten all his faults."
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Each should be sure of an untarnished name,
Before he ventures others' faults to blame.
582
The greatest of faults, is to be conscious of none.
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Wink at wee (little) faults; Your ain are muckle.
--_Scotch._
584
He who asks timidly courts a refusal.
585
There is pleasure in meeting the eyes of one on whom you are going to
confer a favor.
--_La Bruyere._
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