| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul. |
| Alexander Pope | Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul. |
| Charles Caleb Colton | Contemporaries appreciate the man rather than his merit; posterity will regard the merit rather than the man. |
| Charles Churchill | View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan, And then deny him merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own. |
| Edward F Halifax | True merit, like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes. |
| Francis Quarles | The sufficiency of merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient. |
| French Proverb | Speak little and well if you wish to be esteemed a person of merit. |
| Jean de la Bruyere | The favor of princes does not preclude the existence of merit, and yet does not prove that it exists. |
| Jean de la Bruyere | The same principle leads us to neglect a man of merit that induces us to admire a fool. |
| Jean Toomer | We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them. |
| Pietro Aretino | They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment. |
| John Milton | By merit raised To that bad eminence. |
| Joseph Addison | Thy father's merit sets thee up to view, And shows thee in the fairest point of light, To make thy virtues, or thy faults, conspicuous. |
| John Dryden | There's a proud modesty in merit, averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks. |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. |
| William Shakespeare | For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? |
| William Shakespeare | Surely, sir, There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends, For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace Chalks successors their way, nor called upon For high feats done to th' crown, neither allied To eminent assistants, but spiderlike Out of his self-drawing web, 'a gives us note, The force of his own merit makes his way, A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the king. |
| William Shakespeare | Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. |
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