They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth, But, being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.

They say, best men are molded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not