Flattery. Almost synonymous terms.
No woman loves a divided share of it. There is no pleasing two mistresses at a time with it.
The women are yet greedier of praise than their lovers are lavish of it. Thus, when they say,
“I am not the dupe of these compliments: I hate
praise.” These are only traps for more of it; nor is there any danger
of over-doing it with them. They all think, whatever they may pretend, like the
Queen of Naples who said to her favourite minister,
Tu m’aduli, si, ma tu mi piacci.
“Though I know you flatter me, still you please me.”
Too many women have been praised for their virtue, till they have been praised out of it. Next to interest, it is the love-engineer's instrument of attack.