A Quote by William Shakespeare

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery! — © William Shakespeare
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
It is no flattery to give a friend a due character; for commendation is as much the duty of a friend as reprehension.
When a friend, then, indulges in the joy unburdening a secret on to another friend's bosom, he makes the latter, in his turn, feel the urge to taste the same joy himself.
Sheer flattery got me into the theater. Flattery always works with me, particularly the flattery of women.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
Live in Joy, In love, Even among those who hate. Live in joy, In health, Even among the afflicted. Live in joy, In peace, Even among the troubled. Look within. Be still. Free from fear and attachment, Know the sweet joy of living in the way.
Such is friendship, that through it we love places and seasons; for as bright bodies emit rays to a distance, and flowers drop their sweet leaves on the ground around them, so friends impart favor even to the places where they dwell. With friends even poverty is pleasant. Words cannot express the joy which a friend imparts; they only can know who have experienced. A friend is dearer than the light of heaven, for it would be better for us that the sun were exhausted than that we should be without friends.
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.
There is no fire like greed, No crime like hatred, No sorrow like separation, No sickness like hunger of heart, And no joy like the joy of freedom. Health, contentment and trust Are your greatest possessions, And freedom your greatest joy. Look within. Be still. Free from fear and attachment, Know the sweet joy of living in the way.
Complimenting someone in an exaggerated way is known as flattery, and flattery will generally get you anything you want.
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