Quotes
Quotes about Praise
I am pleased to be praised by a man so praised as you, father. [Words used by Hector.] [Lat., Laetus sum Laudari me abs te, pater, laudato viro.]
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Praise the bridge that carried you over.
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.
Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word-- From those who spoke her praise.
Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
To please great men is not the last degree of praise. [Lat., Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.]
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.
That is fine, and I would have praised you more had you praised me less. [Fr., Cela est beau, et je vous louerais davantage si vous m'aviez loue moins.]
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
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.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised God and his works.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.
Solid pudding against empty praise.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.
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.
He deserves praise who does not what he may, but what he ought. [Lat., Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet.]
He who praises everybody, praises nobody.
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
