“Stercus cuique suum bene olet.”

          ["To every man his own excrements smell well.”—­Erasmus]

We see nothing behind us; we mock ourselves an hundred times a day; when we deride our neighbours; and we detest in others the defects which are more manifest in us, and which we admire with marvellous inadvertency and impudence.  It was but yesterday that I heard a man of understanding and of good rank, as pleasantly as justly scoffing at the folly of another, who did nothing but torment everybody with the catalogue of his genealogy and alliances, above half of them false (for they are most apt to fall into such ridiculous discourses, whose qualities are most dubious and least sure), and yet, would he have looked into himself, he would have discerned himself to be no less intemperate and wearisome in extolling his wife’s pedigree.  O importunate presumption, with which the wife sees herself armed by the hands of her own husband.  Did he understand Latin, we should say to him: 

          “Age, si hic non insanit satis sua sponte, instiga.”

     ["Come! if of himself he is not mad enough, urge him on.” 
     —­Terence, And., iv. 2, 9.]

I do not say that no man should accuse another, who is not clean himself,—­for then no one would ever accuse,—­clean from the same sort of spot; but I mean that our judgment, falling upon another who is then in question, should not, at the same time, spare ourselves, but sentence us with an inward and severe authority.  ’Tis an office of charity, that he who cannot reclaim himself from a vice, should, nevertheless, endeavour to remove it from another, in whom, peradventure, it may not have so deep and so malignant a root; neither do him who reproves me for my fault that he himself is guilty of the same.  What of that?  The reproof is, notwithstanding, true and of very good use.  Had we a good nose, our own ordure would stink worse to us, forasmuch as it is our own:  and Socrates is of opinion that whoever should find himself, his son, and a stranger guilty of any violence and wrong, ought to begin with himself, present himself first to the sentence of justice, and implore, to purge himself, the assistance of the hand of the executioner; in the next place, he should proceed to his son, and lastly, to the stranger.  If this precept seem too severe, he ought at least to present himself the first, to the punishment of his own conscience.

The senses are our first and proper judges, which perceive not things but by external accidents; and ’tis no wonder, if in all the parts of the service of our society, there is so perpetual and universal a mixture of ceremonies and superficial appearances; insomuch that the best and most effectual part of our polities therein consist.  ’Tis still man with whom we have to do, of whom the condition is wonderfully corporal.  Let those who, of these late years, would erect for us such a contemplative and immaterial an exercise of religion, not wonder