|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.
| 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.
| 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.
|Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.|
ColeridgeHymn Before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni. Last line.
|Praise the bridge that carried you over.|
Geo. Colman (the Younger)Heir-at-Law. Act I. Sc. 1.
| Praise enough|
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chathams language was his mother-tongue.
CowperThe Task. Bk. II. L. 235.
|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.
|Long open panegyric drags at best,|
And praise is only praise when well addressd.
Gay. Ep. I. L. 29.
|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.
| Praise me not too much,|
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
HomerIliad. Bk. X. L. 289. Bryants trans.
|Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,|
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
HomerIliad. Bk. X. L. 293. Popes trans.
|Laudator temporis acti.|
A eulogist of past times.
HoraceArs Poetica. 173.
|Principibus placuisse viris nou ultima laus est.|
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
HoraceEpistles. I. 17. 35.
|A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.|
La RochefoucauldMaxims. No. 152.
| 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.
|The sweeter sound of womans praise.|
MacaulayLines Written on the Night of 30th of July, 1847.
|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.
|And touchd their golden harps, and hymning praised|
God and his works.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 258.
|Of whom to be dispraisd were no small praise.|
MiltonParadise Regained. Bk. III. L. 56.
| Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.|
Thos. MortonCure for the Heartache. Act V. Sc. 2.
|Solid pudding against empty praise.|
PopeDunciad. Bk. I. L. 54.
|To what base ends, and by what abject ways,|
Are mortals urgd through sacred lust of praise!
PopeEssay on Criticism. L. 520.
|Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.|
PopeFirst Epistle of Second Book of Horace.
|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.
|Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet.|
He deserves praise who does not what he may, but what he ought.
| Praising what is lost|
Makes the remembrance dear.
Alls Well That Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 19.
|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.
|Our praises are our wages.|
Winters Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94.
|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.
|With faint praises one another damn.|
WycherleyPlain Dealer. Prologue.
|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.
|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.
|The most pleasing of all sounds that of your own praise.|
XenophonHiero. I. 14. Watsons trans.