| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Scorn |
| | | Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. Shakespeare. | 1 |
| Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes. Shakespeare. | 2 |
| A dismal, universal hiss, the sound of public scorn. Milton. | 3 |
| | I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, |
| Than such a Roman. |
Shakespeare. | 4 |
| | So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, |
| Fix’d statue on the pedestal of scorn! |
Byron. | 5 |
| | Infamous wretch! so much below my scorn, |
| I dare not kill thee. |
Dryden. | 6 |
| | Alas! to make me |
| The fixed figure of the time, for scorn |
| To point his slow and moving finger at. |
Shakespeare. | 7 |
| 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. | 8 | | |
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