Scorn

"So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn."

"He will laugh thee to scorn."

"He hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn."

"אַל-תּוֹכַח לֵץ פֶּן-יִשְׂנָאֶךָּ הוֹכַח לְחָכָם וְיֶאֱהָבֶךָּ"

"Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee."

"A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at!"

"O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!"