274 FLAG-FLATTERY, &c. FLAG. (See BANNER.) FLATTERY-SYCOPHANT - PRAISE Or who would ever care to do brave deed, None would choose goodness of his own free will. That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, SPENSER And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant; The firmest purpose of a woman's heart "T is an old maxim in the schools, SHAKSPEARE BEN JONSON. LILLO. SWIFT. FLATTERY-SYCOPHANT - PRAISE. Minds, By nature great, are conscious of their greatness, My soul is open to the charms of praise: 275 ROWE. WHITEHEAD's Roman Father In praising Chloris, moon, and stars, and skies, To fit the colour of her lips and hair; And mixing suns, and flowers, and pearls and stones, Make them seem all complexions at once. For praise, that 's due, does give no more BUTLER. That sets a glass on what 's amiss, And says what should be, not what is. BUTLER. The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart; YOUNG'S Love of Fame. GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. A flattering painter, who made it his care 776 FLATTERY-SYCOPHANT - PRAISE. To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays; Methinks you're over-nice : True; flattery is a shocking vice; GAY'S Trivia One may commend without distrust. Praise of the wise and good!—it is a meed POPE. SIR E. BRYDGES. Oh! it is worse than mockery to list the flatt'rer's tone, own, To hear the red lip whisper'd of, and the flowing curl, and eye, Made constant theme of eulogy extravagant and high- not To the perfect charm of virtue, and the majesty of thought. FLOWERS - FRUITS. 277 Oh! when the breath of flattery is warm upon thine ear, And manly brows are bending in humble suppliance near, May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not fulfil, And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath power to chill! J. G. WHITTIER. FLOWERS-FRUITS. Sweet garland wreaths Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. MILTON'S Comus. Where peaches glow with sunny dyes, GAY's Fables. Here, scatter'd wild, the lily of the vale Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse, She looks as clear As morning roses, newly wash'd in dew. THOMSON. POPE. SHAKSPEARE SOMERVILE'S Chase. The fragrant orange, with bright golden rind. Which bears at once the cup, and milk, and fruit. Like sweet thoughts that come Wing'd from the maiden fancy, and fly off In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, WORDSWORTH. BARRY CORNWALI. And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; J. G. PERCIVAL The evergreen stern Winter's power derides, Yes, lovely flower, I find in thee Wild sweetness which no words express, That dwell not in the pride of dress. LANGHORNE |