That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
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'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
Slander is the revenge of a coward, and dissimulation of his defense.
Slander is the revenge of a coward, and dissimulation of his defense.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
The which read more
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.
There are . . . robberies that leave man or woman forever
beggared of peace and joy, yet kept read more
There are . . . robberies that leave man or woman forever
beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.
. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.
. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took
its rise. . . . The read more
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took
its rise. . . . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does
it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.
And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How read more
And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
