Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Interpretation
Unwarranted praise can often be a form of mockery rather than genuine admiration.
In this quote, Alexander Pope suggests that when someone is praised without merit, it may betray a hidden critique or sarcasm. Such praise does not celebrate true qualities but instead casts a shadow of ridicule, questioning the sincerity of the compliment and exposing the underlying flaws it seeks to hide. The notion points to the complex nature of social interactions where good intentions can be subverted by a lack of authenticity.
In practice
During a toast at a wedding, one could reflect on the importance of genuine compliments versus superficial flattery.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
I have no idea what my best material is. Different people like different things. I'll say this: The political stuff gets the press, but the relationship jokes sell all the seats.
You can't be satirical and not be offensive to somebody.
Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days.
Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.
But we are all insane, anyway. Note the mountain-climbers.
There are two kinds of music; German music and bad music.
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