Solid pudding against empty praise.

Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.

To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste

Order is heaven's first law.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.