By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
'Tis an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery 's the food of fools;
Yet, now and then, your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11.