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I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval read more
I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.
The skilful class of flatterers praise the discourse of an
ignorant friend and the face of a deformed one.
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The skilful class of flatterers praise the discourse of an
ignorant friend and the face of a deformed one.
[Lat., Adulandi gens prudentissima laudat
Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici.]
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he read more
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he who courts the flattery.
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.
It has been well said that "the arch-flatterer with whom all the
petty flatterers have intelligence is a man's read more
It has been well said that "the arch-flatterer with whom all the
petty flatterers have intelligence is a man's self."
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
Flatter read more
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery?
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery?
Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
