Solid pudding against empty praise. — Praise

"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."

"I grant the man is vain who writes for praise. Praise no man eer deserved who sought no more."

"Of whom to be dispraisd were no small praise."

"Delightful praise!—like summer rose, That brighter in the dew-drop glows, The bashful maidens cheek appeard, For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard."

"Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet."

"The love of praise, howeer conceald by art, Reigns more or less, and glows, in evry heart."