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You do ill to praise, but worse to censure, what you do not understand
You do ill to praise, but worse to censure, what you do not understand
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised read more
We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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!
A eulogist of past times.
[Lat., Laudator temporis acti.]
A eulogist of past times.
[Lat., Laudator temporis acti.]
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your read more
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.
