Praise

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,Reigns more or less, and glows, in ev'ry heart.

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It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flattery; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship.

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Praise enoughThat Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.

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The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.

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From sunrise till sunset, may the name of Ezina be praised. People should submit to the yoke of Ezina. Whoever has silver, whoever has jewels, whoever has cattle, whoever has sheep shall take a seat at the gate of whoever has grain, and pass his time there.

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I am about courting a girl I have had but little acquaintance with. How shall I come to a knowledge of her faults, and whether she has the virtues I imagine she has? Answer. Commend her among her female acquaintance.

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He who praises every body, praises nobody.

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Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor e'er can be sincere.

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Praise — actual personal praise— oftener frets and embarrasses than it encourages. It is too small when too near.

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You are pretty,—we know it; and young,—it is true; and rich,—who can deny it? But when you praise yourself extravagantly, Fabulla, you appear neither rich, nor pretty, nor young.

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Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.

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And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praisedGod and his works.

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Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

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To what base ends, and by what abject ways,Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

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Delightful praise!—like summer rose,For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.

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Praising what is lostMakes the remembrance dear.

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Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.

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I grant the man is vain who writes for praise.Praise no man e'er deserved who sought no more.

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Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

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Praise the bridge that carried you over.

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When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises;So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises.

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Long open panegyric drags at best,And praise is only praise when well address'd.

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Good people all, with one accord, From those who spoke her praise.

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Praise me not too much,Who know me.

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Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

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A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.

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The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

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Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.

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Solid pudding against empty praise.

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Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.

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We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudIn working out a pure intent.

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With faint praises one another damn.

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The most pleasing of all sounds that of your own praise.

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