Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dextrous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a placeas tend their years or natures; The most by ready cashbut all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. ByronDon Juan. Canto V. St. 27.
Flowery oratory he [Walpole] despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, All those men have their price. CoxeMemoirs of Walpole. Vol. IV. P. 369.
A hoarseness caused by swallowing gold and silver. Demosthenes, bribed not to speak against Harpalus, he pretended to have lost his voice. Plutarch quotes the accusation as above. Also elsewhere refers to it as the silver quinsey.
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. PropertiusElegiæ. III. 13. 48.
Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Dianas rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to the stand o the stealer: and tis gold Which makes the true man killd and saves the thief; Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 72.
There is thy gold, worse poison to mens 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 Gentlemans Mag. No. IV, Pp. 58992. 6414. 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. 3678, 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. Craigs Life of Chesterfield. Phrase in The Bee, Vol. VII. P. 97, attributed to Sir Wm Wm (William Wyndham).