Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks read more

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.

And though you duck them ne'er so long,
Not one salt drop e'er wets their tongue;
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And though you duck them ne'er so long,
Not one salt drop e'er wets their tongue;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but borne to die.

The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we
are a set always ready to believe a scandal.
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The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we
are a set always ready to believe a scandal.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit:
Sed nos in vitium credula turba sumus.]

And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
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And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but borne to die.

Scandal dies sooner of itself, than we could kill it.

Scandal dies sooner of itself, than we could kill it.

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that read more

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it hardly becomes any one of us to talk about the rest of us.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored or begets him hate;
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The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored or begets him hate;
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.