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There are . . . robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame.

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

If slander be a snake, it is a winged one--it flies as well as creeps.

Where it concerns himself, Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.

Cut Men's throats with whisperings.

For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise. . . . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.

Your tittle-tattlers, and those who listen to slander, by my good will should all be hanged--the former by their tongues, the latter by the ears.

'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words; Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

. . . For slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.

No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world. Kings, queens. and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.

And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders To stain my cousin with. One doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking.

God knows I loved my niece, And she is dead, slandered to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!

Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies.

I will be hanged if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devised this slander.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.

I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here; Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.

If I can do it By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him.

Soft-buzzing Slander; silly moths that eat An honest name.

Slanders are like flies, that pass all over a man's good parts to light on his sores.