Will not _affront_ me,--and no other can.
An old _affront_ will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.

The way to procure _insults_ is to submit to them. A man meets
with no more respect than he exacts.

It is often better not to see an _insult_ than to avenge it.

Even a hare, the weakest of animals, may _insult_ a dead lion.

To a native of rank, arrest was not merely a restraint, but a foul
personal _indignity_.

<Dishonor, disgrace, ignominy, infamy, obloquy, opprobrium>.

His honor rooted in _dishonor_ stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

It is hard to say which of the two we ought most to lament,--the unhappy
man who sinks under the sense of his _dishonor_, or him who survives
it.

Could he with reason murmur at his case
Himself sole author of his own _disgrace_?

Whatever _disgrace_ we may have deserved, it is almost always in our
power to re-establish our character.

When in _disgrace_ with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state.

Their generals have been received with honor after their defeat; yours
with _ignominy_ after conquest.

Wilful perpetuations of unworthy actions brand with most indelible
characters of _infamy_ the name and memory to posterity.

And when his long public life, so singularly chequered with good and evil,
with glory and _obloquy_, bad at length closed forever, it was to
Daylesford that he retired to die.

Great _opprobrium_ has been thrown on her name.

<Fame, honor, renown, glory, distinction, reputation, repute, celebrity,
eminence, notoriety>.

Let _fame_, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.

Men have a solicitude about _fame_; and the greater share
they have of it, the more afraid they are of losing it.

_Fame_ is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
. . . . . . . .
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,
Of so much _fame_ in heaven expect thy meed.

When faith is lost, when _honor_ dies,
The man is dead.

Act well your part; there all the _honor_ lies.

The Athenians erected a large statue of Aesop, and placed him, though a
slave, on a lasting pedestal, to show that the way to _honor_ lies
open indifferently to all.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not _honor_ more.

That nation is worthless which does not