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.
SCHOOL.
The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
The Grave. R. BLAIR.
I do present you with a man of mine,
Cunning in music and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences.
Taming of the Shrew, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth….
… for, to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up.
Taming of The Shrew, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Grave is the Master's look: his forehead wears
Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares:
Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule,
His worst of all whose kingdom is a school.
Supreme he sits; before the awful frown
That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down;
Not more submissive Israel heard and saw
At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law.
The School-Boy. O.W. HOLMES.
Besides they always smell of bread and butter.
Manfred. LORD BYRON.