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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Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.rn
Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.rn
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other read more
To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people. A conceited man is satisfied with the effect he produces on himself.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all
is vanity.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all
is vanity.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is
as nothing before thee: verily every read more
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is
as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is
altogether vanity. Selah.
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.
"Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the ears
Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;
The wail read more
"Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the ears
Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;
The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare
Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.
As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
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As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
And threw it toward thy land.
