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Story CXXIX I am displeased with the company of friends To whom my bad qualities appear to be good; They fancy my faults are virtues and perfection, My thorns they believe to be rose and jessamine. Say! Where is the bold and quick enemy To make me aware of my defects?

He whose faults are not told him, ignorantly thinks his defects are virtues.