Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your read more

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.

Get someone else to blow your horn and the sound will carry twice as far.

Get someone else to blow your horn and the sound will carry twice as far.

The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
[Lat., Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.]

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
[Lat., Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.]

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

I praise loudly, I blame softly

I praise loudly, I blame softly

He who praises everybody, praises nobody.

He who praises everybody, praises nobody.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.