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Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish read more
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow read more
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.
Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.
Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but
in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
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Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.