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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode V: On Love Of Praise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Of all the springs within the mind<br>Which prompt her steps in fortune's maze,<br>From none more pleasing aid we find<br>Than from the genuine love of praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Nor any partial, private end<br>Such reverence to the public bears;<br>Nor any passion, virtue's friend,<br>So like to virtue's self appears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>For who in glory can delight<br>Without delight in glorious deeds?<br>What man a charming voice can slight,<br>Who courts the echo that succeeds?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>But not the echo on the voice<br>More, than on virtue praise, depends;<br>To which, of course, it's real price<br>The judgment of the praiser lends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>If praise then with religious awe<br>From the sole perfect judge be sought,<br>A nobler aim, a purer law<br>Nor priest, nor bard, nor sage hath taught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>With which in character the same<br>Tho' in an humbler sphere it lies,<br>I count that soul of human fame,<br>The suffrage of the good and wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Akenside">Mark Akenside</a><div class=q>
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Of all the springs within the mind
Which prompt her steps in fortune's maze,
From none more pleasing aid we find
Than from the genuine love of praise.

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Nor any partial, private end
Such reverence to the public bears;
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