I looked, and did not have to beg,

my search was for the broken egg;

I found it soon,

all was not well,

the oozing innerds,

the cracking shell.

This egg must be rotten,

it's no good at all,

else why would it,

have had that fall?



How glad I am,

I'm not that thing;

to shame the men,

and yes, even the horses of my king.

And then, perchance, the King did pass,

and handed me a looking glass;

Now I have seen,

and thus do yearn,

for leave to impart,

this lesson learned.



How oft' the faults of mortal Man,

doth mortal Man peruse,

and changeth the honey of his lips for gaul,

wherefore to make them known;

how oft' the faults of mortal Man,

doth mortal Man excuse,

when reflection showeth his seeming virtue

to be as tarnished silver,

and beholding, as one who first could not,

he findeth what he thought

to be the flaw in others,

his very own.



Answer me, oh flawed and frail Mankind,

who hath set thee as a judge,

that thou dost aquit thyself,

whilst yet thou judge thy neighbor's sin?

I charge thee,

e'er thou seek thy fellow's flaw,

take care that first,

thou lose the one within.




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