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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Disparagement

  • They praise, and they admire, they know not what,
  • And know not whom, but as one leads the other,
  • And what delight to be by such extoll’d,
  • To live upon their tongues, and be their talk,
  • Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise?
  • Milton.

  • My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
  • Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
  • If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
  • If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
  • I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
  • But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
  • And in some perfumes is there more delight
  • Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
  • I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
  • That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
  • I grant, I never saw a goddess go;
  • My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
  • Shakespeare.