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Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of read more
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.
Praise the bridge that carried you over.
Praise the bridge that carried you over.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
A eulogist of past times.
[Lat., Laudator temporis acti.]
A eulogist of past times.
[Lat., Laudator temporis acti.]
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.
