Mildly put aside, without rudeness of repulse, the pampering hand of flattery,
For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill shouldst thou rebuke them.
Thou art incapable of theft: but flowers in the garden of a friend
Are thine to pluck with confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitate:
Thou abhorrest flattery: but a generous excess in praise
Is thine to yield with honest heart, and false were the charity to doubt it:
The difference lieth in thine aim; kindliness and good are of charity,
But selfish, harmful, vile, and bad, is Flattery's evil end.