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


Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.


Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.


A dismal, universal hiss, the sound of public scorn.


  • I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
  • Than such a Roman.
  • Shakespeare.

  • So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
  • Fix’d statue on the pedestal of scorn!
  • Byron.

  • Infamous wretch! so much below my scorn,
  • I dare not kill thee.
  • Dryden.

  • Alas! to make me
  • The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
  • To point his slow and moving finger at.
  • Shakespeare.

    Thou mayst from law, but not from scorn escape. The pointed finger, cold, averted eye, insulted virtue’s hiss, thou canst not fly.

    Charles Sprague.