They do abuse the king that flatter him: For flattery is the bellows blows up sin.
I am, I flatter myself, completely a citizen of the world. In my travels through Holland,Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I never felt myself from home.james boswell
Mr Lely, I desire you would use all your skill to paint my picture truly like me, and not flatter me at all; but remark all these roughnesses, pimples, warts, and everything as you see me, otherwise I will never paya farthing for it.Oliver Cromwell
[T]he job of mass entertainment is to cajole, seduce and flatter consumers to let them know that what they thought was right is right, and that their tastes and their immediate gratification are of the utmost concern of the purveyor. The job of the artist, on the other hand, is to say, wait a second, to the contrary, everything that we have thought is wrong. Let's reexamine it.
Bosh. I find a rival — but no, I won't flatter myself that Tecumseh Fox would consider himself a rival of Dol Bonner — I find an eminent detective in your apartment, and that alone is enough, without adding that he is concealed in your bedroom while I am discussing my business with you...rex stout
[I]t would be a piece of ingenuousness to accuse the man of to-day of his lack of moral code. The accusation would leave him cold, or rather, would flatter him. Immoralism has become a commonplace, and anybody and everybody boasts of practising it.josé ortega y gasset
The difference between slaves in Roman and Ottoman days and today’s employees is that slaves did not need to flatter their boss.nassim nicholas taleb
Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.jonathan swift
BALD heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love's despair To flatter beauty's ignorant ear. All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbour knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade. [Orpheus' lute, as poets tell, Was but moral of this bell, And the captive soul was she, Which they called Eurydice, Rescued by our holy groan, A loud echo to this tone.]james shirley
What a beastly and pitiful wretch that Wordsworth! That such a man should be a poet! I can compare him with no one but Simonides, that flatter of Sicilian tyrants, and at the same time the most natural and tender of lyric poets.william wordsworth