Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
A storm in a cream bowl.
- James Butler, first Duke of Ormonde,
A storm in a cream bowl.
- James Butler, first Duke of Ormonde,
Vanity is as ill as ease under indifference as tenderness is
under a love which it cannot return.
Vanity is as ill as ease under indifference as tenderness is
under a love which it cannot return.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being read more
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.
The common practice of keeping up appearances with society is a mere selfish struggle of the vain with the vain.
The common practice of keeping up appearances with society is a mere selfish struggle of the vain with the vain.
It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is
kept is "lighter than vanity."
It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is
kept is "lighter than vanity."
Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping.
Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping.
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth,
And with rain the thistle bendeth,
And the brook cries like read more
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth,
And with rain the thistle bendeth,
And the brook cries like a child!
Not a rainbow shines to cheer us;
Ah! the sun comes never near us,
And the heavens look dark and wile.
