Remote from man, with God he passed the days;

Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

Thomas Parnell (1679-1717): The Hermit. Line 5.

How many things by season season'd are

To their right praise and true perfection!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

From all who dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Psalm cxvii.

The harp that once through Tara's halls

The soul of music shed,

Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls

As if that soul were fled.

So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory's thrill is o'er;

And hearts that once beat high for praise

Now feel that pulse no more.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Harp that once through Tara's Halls.

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food;

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): She was a Phantom of Delight.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,

Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!—

The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs

Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Personal Talk. Stanza 4.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,

And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;

Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,

Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201.

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

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him, all creatures here below!

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Thomas Ken (1637-1711): Morning and Evening Hymn.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,

Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 293.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him, all creatures here below!

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Thomas Ken (1637-1711): Morning and Evening Hymn.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him, all creatures here below!

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Thomas Ken (1637-1711): Morning and Evening Hymn.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;

Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Flow gently, sweet Afton.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,

Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51.

Green be the turf above thee,

Friend of my better days!

None knew thee but to love thee,

Nor named thee but to praise.

Alfred Bunn (1790-1860): On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got,

Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Edmund Waller (1605-1687): Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica.

Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale,

Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs,

And solid pudding against empty praise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book i. Line 52.

Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.

James Thomson (1700-1748): Hymn. Line 118.

The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

Thomas B Macaulay (1800-1859): Lines written in August, 1847.

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,

The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10.

I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,—

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!

But grant me still a friend in my retreat,

Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Retirement. Line 739.

And those that paint them truest praise them most.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): The Campaign. Last line.

Low ambition and the thirst of praise.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Table Talk. Line 591.

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413.

Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,—

A maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): She dwelt among the untrodden ways.