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BRIBERY
BROOKS
1

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.

GrayOn His Own Character.


2

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.

Samuel JohnsonLondon. L. 177.


3

Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats,
And ask no questions but the price of votes.

Samuel JohnsonVanity of Human Wishes. L. 95.


4

Alas! the small discredit of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.

PopeEpilogue to Satire. Dialogue II. L. 46.


5

Judges and senates have been bought for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

PopeEssay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 187.


6

Auro pulsa fides, auro venalia jura,
Aurum lex sequitur, mox sine lege pudor.

By gold all good faith has been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest restraint.

PropertiusElegice. III. 13. 48.


7

No mortal thing can bear so high a price,
But that with mortal thing it may be bought.

Sir Walter RaleighLove the Only Price of Love.


8

Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.

Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 72.


9

There is gold for you.
Sell me your good report.

Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 87.


10

What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?

Julius Caesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 22.


There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 80.


Every man has his price.

Sir Robert WalpoleSpeech. Nov. or Dec, 1734, according to A. F. Robbins, in Gentleman's Mag. No. IV, Pp. 589-92. 641-4. Horace Walpole asserts it was attributed to Walpole by his enemies. See Letter, Aug. 26, 1785. Article in Notes and Queries, May 11, 1907. Pp. 367-8, asserts he said: "I know the price of every man in this house except three." See article in London Times March 15, 1907, Review of W. H. Craig's Life of Chesterfield. Phrase in The Bee, Vol. VII. P. 97, attributed to Sir W---m W---m (William Wyndham)
(See also Byron, Coxe)


Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.

George WashingtonMoral Maxims. Virtue and Vice. The Trial of Virtue.


BRONX RIVER

Yet I will look upon thy face again,
My own romantic Bronx, and it will be
A face more pleasant than the face of men.
Thy waves are old companions, I shall see
A well remembered form in each old tree
And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy.

Joseph Rodman DrakeBronx.


BROOKS

15

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.</poem>

ColeridgeThe Ancient Mariner. Pt. V. St. 18.


The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

Ebenezer ElliottThe Village Patriarch. Love and Other Poems. Spring.


From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

GrayThe Progress of Poesy. I. 1. L. 3.


15

Sweet are the little brooks that run

O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.</poem>

HoodTown and Country. St. 9.


Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

Lucy LarcomFriend Brook. St. 1.


See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!

LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. III. Sc. 7. The Nativity.


The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

LongfellowKavanagh. Ch. XXI.


I wandered by the brook-side,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow.
The noisy wheel was still.

Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton)—The Brookside.