C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Scorn

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.

Shakespeare.

Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.

Shakespeare.

A dismal, universal hiss, the sound of public scorn.

Milton.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Shakespeare.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix’d statue on the pedestal of scorn!

Byron.

Infamous wretch! so much below my scorn,
I dare not kill thee.

Dryden.

Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.

Shakespeare.

Thou mayst from law, but not from scorn escape. The pointed finger, cold, averted eye, insulted virtue’s hiss, thou canst not fly.

Charles Sprague.