To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.