Yet I remember How once upon the road to Padua A robber sought to take my pack-horse from me, I slit his throat and left him. I can bear Dishonour, public insult, many shames, Shrill scorn, and open contumely, but he Who filches from me something that is mine, Ay! though it be the meanest trencher-plate From which I feed mine appetite--oh! he Perils his soul and body in the theft And dies for his small sin. From what strange clay We men are moulded!英文原著 · 《Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous》
PHAEDRA Ah! anguish as yet untried! For what new tortures am I still reserved? All I have undergone, transports of passion, Longings and fears, the horrors of remorse, The shame of being spurn'd with contumely, Were feeble foretastes of my present torments. They love each other! By what secret charm Have they deceived me? Where, and when, and how Met they? You knew it all.英文原著 · 《Phaedra》
The folk that comes not with us have offended
In that for which once Caesar, triumphing,
Heard himself called in contumely, 'Queen.'英文原著 · 《Purgatorio》
QUI ERUDIT DERISOREM, IPSE SIBI INJURIAM FACIT; ET QUI ARGUIT IMPIUM, SIBI MACULAM GENERAT. Here caution is given how we tender reprehension to arrogant and scornful natures, whose manner is to esteem it for contumely, and accordingly to return it.英文原著 · 《The Advancement of Learning》
'twas not the death of the Scarlet Pimpernel we wanted ... not the noble martyrdom of England's chosen hero ... but his humiliation and defeat ... derision and scorn ... contumely and contempt. You asked me airily just now, Sir Percy, how I proposed to accomplish this object ... you know it now--by forcing you ... aye, forcing--to write and sign a letter and to take money from my hands which will brand you forever as a liar and informer, and cover you with the thick and slimy mud of irreclaimable infamy ..."
"Lud!英文原著 · 《The Elusive Pimpernel》
Surely it were worth while to try some other weapon than scorn and contumely and hard words upon people of our common race,-- the human race, which is bigger and broader than Celt or Saxon, barbarian or Greek, Jew or Gentile, black or white; for we are all children of a common Father, forget it as we may, and each one of us is in some measure his brother's keeper.英文原著 · 《The House Behind The Cedars》