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Every man has his price, I will bribe left and right.BULWER-LYTTON, Walpole
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'Tis pleasant purchasing our f ellowcreatures;
And all are to be sold, if you consider
Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features
Are bought up, others by a warlike leader;
Some by a place—as tend their years or natures;
The most by ready cash—but all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.—BYRON, Don Juan
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Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.—CHARLES CHURCHILL, The Rosciad
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To refuse with the right and take with the left.—JOHN CLARKE, Paroemiologia
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Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.—THOMAS GRAY, On His Own Character
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Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye.—SAMUEL JOHNSON, London
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But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.—SAMUEL JOHNSON, London
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Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats
And ask no questions but the price of votes.—SAMUEL JOHNSON, Vanity of Human Wishes
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Alas! the small discredit of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.—POPE, Epilogue to Satires
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Judges and senates have been bought for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.—POPE, Essay on Man
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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.—PROPERTIUS, Elegiae
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He that buyeth magistracy must sell justice.—Proverb
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Bribes throw dust into cunning men's eyes.—Proverb
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Bribes will enter without knocking.—Proverb
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No mortal thing can bear so high a price,
But that with mortal thing it may be bought.—SIR WALTER RALEIGH, Love the Only Price of Love
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Honesty stands at the gate and knocks, and bribery enters in.—BARNABE RICH, Irish Hubbub
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There is gold for you;
Sell me your good report.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
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.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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Shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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All those men have their price.—SIR ROBERT WALPOLE
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Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.—WASHINGTON, Moral Maxims