Of Faults

You know your Virtues well enough, no doubt;
Your Faults are what you need to hear about.

Who keeps Bad Company for Gain or Fun,
Increases that Bad Company by One.

" L UCK " and " Guess " are sorry Scouts;
" Map " and " Compass " have no Doubts.

Who loiters on an Errand may be able
To hurry if his Supper's on the Table.

T HOUGH Hand be firm and Pencil Point be fine,
A Crooked Ruler means a Crooked Line.
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