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Praise undeserved is satire in disguise. BroadhurstBritish Beauties. Epigram in the Garland signed B. (1721). Attributed also to Dr. Kendrick. Appears also in Tonsons Miscellanies. Anon. The Celebrated Beauties of the British Court. | 1 |
Trahimur omnes laudis studio, et optimus quisque maxime gloria ducitur. We are all excited by the love of praise, and the noblest are most influenced by glory. CiceroOratio Pro Licinio Archia. XI. | 2 |
Lætus sum Laudari me abs te, pater, laudato viro. I am pleased to be praised by a man so praised as you, father. [Words used by Hector.] Quoted by CiceroTusc. Quæst. IV. 31, 67; Epist. Bk. XV. 6. | 3 |
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. ColeridgeHymn Before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni. Last line. | 4 |
Praise the bridge that carried you over. Geo. Colman (the Younger)Heir-at-Law. Act I. Sc. 1. | 5 |
Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chathams language was his mother-tongue. CowperThe Task. Bk. II. L. 235. | 6 |
When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. Phineas FletcherThe Purple Island. Canto VII. St. 67. | 7 |
Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well addressd. Gay. Ep. I. L. 29. | 8 |
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise. GoldsmithElegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize. | 9 |
Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me. HomerIliad. Bk. X. L. 289. Bryants trans. | 10 |
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. HomerIliad. Bk. X. L. 293. Popes trans. | 11 |
Laudator temporis acti. A eulogist of past times. HoraceArs Poetica. 173. | 12 |
Principibus placuisse viris nou ultima laus est. To please great men is not the last degree of praise. HoraceEpistles. I. 17. 35. | 13 |
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice. La RochefoucauldMaxims. No. 152. | 14 |
Cela est beau, et je vous louerais davantage si vous maviez loué moins. That is fine, and I would have praised you more had you praised me less. Attributed to Louis XIV. | 15 |
The sweeter sound of womans praise. MacaulayLines Written on the Night of 30th of July, 1847. | 16 |
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. V. L. 197. | 17 |
And touchd their golden harps, and hymning praised God and his works. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 258. | 18 |
Of whom to be dispraisd were no small praise. MiltonParadise Regained. Bk. III. L. 56. | 19 |
Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. Thos. MortonCure for the Heartache. Act V. Sc. 2. | 20 |
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Solid pudding against empty praise. PopeDunciad. Bk. I. L. 54. | 21 |
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urgd through sacred lust of praise! PopeEssay on Criticism. L. 520. | 22 |
Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise. PopeFirst Epistle of Second Book of Horace. | 23 |
Delightful praise!like summer rose, That brighter in the dew-drop glows, The bashful maidens cheek appeard, For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard. ScottLady of the Lake. Canto II. St. 24. | 24 |
Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet. He deserves praise who does not what he may, but what he ought. SenecaOctavia. 454. | 25 |
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Alls Well That Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 19. | 26 |
Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, Thou spendst such high-day wit in praising him. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. L. 97. | 27 |
Our praises are our wages. Winters Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94. | 28 |
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud And magnify Thy name, Almighty God! But Man is Thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent. WordsworthOde. Imagination neer before Content. | 29 |
With faint praises one another damn. WycherleyPlain Dealer. Prologue. | 30 |
The love of praise, howeer conceald by art, Reigns more or less, and glows, in evry heart. YoungThe Love of Fame. Satire I. L. 51. | 31 |
I grant the man is vain who writes for praise. Praise no man eer deserved who sought no more. YoungNight Thoughts. Night V. L. 3. | 32 |
The most pleasing of all sounds that of your own praise. XenophonHiero. I. 14. Watsons trans. | 33 |
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