624 PRAISE PRAISE
A power is passing from the earth.
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PRAISE
Praise undeserved is satire in disguise.
Broadhurst—British Beauties. Epigram in the Garland signed B. (1721) Attributed also to Dr. Kendrick. Appears also in Tonson's 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.
Cicebo—Oratio Pro Licinio Archia. XI.
Laetus 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 Cicero—Tusc. Quoest. IV. 31,
- Episl. Bk. XV. 6.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
CoiiEaiDGE—Hymn Before Sunrise in the Vale
of Ckamouni. Last line.
Praise the bridge that carried you over.
| author = Geo. Colman
| cog = (the Younger)
| work = Heir-at-Law.
| place = Act I. Sc. 1.
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| text = <poem> Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
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 Fletcher—The Purple Island.
Canto VII. St. 67.
Long open panegyric drags at best,
And praise is only praise when well address'd.
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.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaise.
n Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
Homes—Iliad. Bk. X. L. 289.
| note = Bryant's trans.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. X. L. 293
| note = Pope's trans.
Laudator temporis acti.
A eulogist of past times.
Horace—Ars Poetiea. 173.
Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.
To please great men is not the last degree of
praise.
Horace—Epistles. I. 17. 35.
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| text = A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.
La Rochefoucauld—Maxims. No. 152.
Cela est beau, et je vous louerais davantage si
vous m'aviez loue' moins.
That is fine, and I would have praised you
more had you praised me less.
Attributed to Louis XT7.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
Macaulay—Lines 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.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. V. L. 197.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning
God and his works.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VII. L. 258.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Regained. Bk. III. L. 56.
Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise
indeed.
Thos. Morton—Cure for the Heartache. Act
V. Sc. 2.
Solid pudding against empty praise.
| author = Pope
| work = Duncmd. Bk. I. L. 54.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Criticism. L. 520.
Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.
| author = Pope
| work = First Epistle of Second Book of Horace.
| seealso = (See also Broadhurst)
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| text = <poem>Delightful praise!—like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.
Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto H. St. 24.
Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet.
He deserves praise who does not what he
may, but what he ought.
Seneca—Octavia. 454.
Act V. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
All's Well That Ends Well.
L. 19.
Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend 'st such high-day wit in praising him.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. L. 97.
Our praises are our wages.
Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2.
L.94.
