Comparisons are odious.

Comparisons are odious.

The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.
[It., L'ape e la serpe spesso
read more

The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.
[It., L'ape e la serpe spesso
Suggon l'istesso umore.]

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
read more

Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange! that such high Disputes shou'd be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and read more

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty
and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
read more

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a Candle:
Strange all this difference should be,
'Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than read more

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.