SCANDAL.
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.
And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbor's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.
Satire IX. JUVENAL. Trans. of G. HARVEY.
There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools.
If true, a woful likeness; and, if lies,
"Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."
Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk. II. A. POPE.
A third interprets motions, looks and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat,
With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.
Rape of the Lock, Canto III. A. POPE.
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
The Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.