You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished read more
Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished from the public councils, because they dare to be honest, and the profligate are rewarded, because they flatter the people in order to betray them.
It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead--these the living.
It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead--these the living.
It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.
[Ger., Es ist dem Menschen leichter und read more
It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.
[Ger., Es ist dem Menschen leichter und gelaufiger, zu
schmeicheln als zu loben.]
Avoid flatterers, for they are thieves in disguise.
Avoid flatterers, for they are thieves in disguise.
What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy
The tongues of soothers! but a braver place
In read more
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy
The tongues of soothers! but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
read more
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease,
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
