He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander.
quote by Napoleon Bonaparte
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
song performed by by Survivor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces, nor slander us behind our backs, nor intrude upon our privacy, nor quit their shelves until we take them down.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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Slander is more deadly than weapons; weapons wound from close range, slander hurts from a distance.
I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Slander
Slander has a sharper edge than a sword,
More venomous than venom in action,
More severe than cyclones in damage,
And penetrates through the impenetrable.
Victims of slander are often women,
Mostly mistresses of men in high ranks,
Maidens of all ranks and famous queens.
It sleeps with them in their graves to our delight.
28.02.2009
[Inspired by Shakespeare’s Cymbeline act III, iv]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Romanticly charmed
I slither upon one of another outer shell
cool lips pressed against
one whose kisses are hard to resist
warm bold hands upon thy back
romantic whispers set me back
hypnotized by your sexy eyes
I flatter my lashes
you flatter your abbs
your charms are the only one
that can really turn this whole thing around'
the love bell jingles
and we go down
sigh
kiss
rub
cupid really must be bound
lights go out
sleep all night
wake up morning
same ol' story
but one thats just never ending.
poem by Brooke Moran
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Scandal
She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each unmended gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale,
And drinks the news as drunkards drink their ale.
Excuse is ready at the biggest lie--
She only heard it and it passes bye.
The very cat looks up and knows her face
And hastens to the chair to get the place;
When once set down she never goes away,
Till tales are done and talk has nought to say.
She goes from house to house the village oer,
Her slander bothers everybody's door.
poem by John Clare
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Like a Scent I Did Not Invent
Like a scent I did not invent...
I can not prevent or stop,
Images used with my words lifted.
By those who flatter,
And yet invade.
One day they may consider,
My thoughts about their approach.
One day they may even think of me,
While they encroach upon my activities.
To see me less as a novelty...
But someone with feelings,
They disregard but touch.
Like a scent I did not invent...
I can not prevent or stop,
Images used with my words lifted.
By those who flatter,
And yet invade.
For purposes 'they' have,
To persuade.
'But...
When one steps on stage,
Isn't it all about 'theater'?
And what we 'exchange' in presentation,
Isn't it there for interpretation?
In a mixed-use composition of vision? '
That's too deep for me.
I'd just like some 'thank yous' expressed.
At least be considerate about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Snare of the Fowler
' Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.'
I WRITE for those, of whom I know a few,
Young, pretty, and a little bit flirtatious,
Who would do even more harm, if they knew
The science of the Art of being Gracious.
Science in any game, we know, will tell,
And those who play this ought to play it well.
First, do not doubt that rivals please a man
(Not too successful ones, 'tis understood) -
They flatter him as nothing you do can,
And give him certainty his taste is good;
And though, at times, a little in his way,
They make him find the house he haunts more gay.
Do not abuse the girls he likes - 'tis far
From wise - for he will only think you spiteful;
Praise them, and show how ludicrous they are,
And, ten to one, he'll find the joke delightful.
From which I draw this never-failing rule:
Love lives through slander but not ridicule.
Do not appear incredulous of vows,
As is the way of self-distrusting youth;
A little doubt civility allows,
But not too long should you impugn their truth.
In short, if you would give true satisfaction,
Express belief in words, and doubt in action.
Should the day come when he is not the same,
Do not reproach and treat him like a sinner
The fault is yours. Find out the lady's name,
And be a friend, and ask them both to dinner;
And, I have heard, the game not always ends
When two old lovers change to two good friends.
poem by Alice Duer Miller
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To Peg and Plot To Slot Slander
Doing their best to peg and plot to slot slander,
Anywhere a suspicious kindness sits...
To deliver confusion,
With an amused wickedness.
That is their choice of direction.
And 'blasphemous'?
Oh yes!
This is not a matter of suggestion.
It is as obvious as light pierces darkness.
Those who love to speak of God,
And whisper demonic gossip...
Maybe a next door neighbor.
These creatures crawl all over the place!
And fast.
Saying who should be doing what and how...
With no lives to live of their own.
None that is shown,
They can mine their own business.
Doing their best to peg and plot to slot slander,
Anywhere a suspicious kindness sits...
To deliver confusion,
With an amused wickedness.
That is their choice of direction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pride And Ego
I hide this in my heart,
for a long time and,
people noticed it,
friends talked about it,
though they do not know,
what that is hidden anew,
I nurture it day by day,
strengthen it say by say,
people noticed it,
friends talked about it,
When they know about it,
I do not understand what is it,
I boast about me and
let my friends to flatter about me,
For the flattering that I get,
I boast about me and
let myself to flatter about them,
My friends know about it,
I know about them,
To survive in this world,
we have to scratch one another,
but the truth hidden in my safe,
can not be shunned always,
from the watchful eyes of my friends,
a word, an action or a scream,
may bring out all the goods,
and evils that is kept in my heart.
as the old meat decays and
emits the repelling odor or
the sweet fermented smell,
from the dried flowers.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Song II
Why flatter thyself, Tyrant,
In ways great in evil?
The Lord's goodness ceases not
Keeping watch on the pious.
Keener yet than the keenest
Blade, thy tongue watches
To generate wild untruth
And plot slander' gainst the good.
Evil's thy love, not sacred virtues;
A lier's thy love, not a truthsayer;
Thine own accursed eye in joy
Gazes at treason most infectious.
For this the Lord God shall fling
Thee from the midst of His people;
Grinding thee to dust, aye, thy home
He'll rend asunder from the very earth.
Seeing this, he who was wronged
Shall fear the power of the Lord;
With the evil one swifty dispensed,
In safety shall he rejoice.
Saying: "So for him who in evil
Lay his trust, in power, in clever device;
Who mocked those lamenting in plight,
Whilst his own God he'd forgot.
But I, like unto an Olive tree
Grafted in the Lord's garden,
Unfearing I'll blossom forth
In my hope of heaven's defence.
And unto everyone, Lord, Thee
Would I claim iniquity's slayer;
And having in Thee my trust,
All manner of afflictions I'll bear."
poem by Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
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The more you run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets.
Slander is worse than cannibalism.
quote by John Chrysostom
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Slander flings stones at itself.
English proverbs
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