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.

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.

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, this life
Is nobler than attending for a check,
Richer than doing nothing for a robe,
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O, this life
Is nobler than attending for a check,
Richer than doing nothing for a robe,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine
Yet keeps his book uncrossed.

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
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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.

Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.

Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.

The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.

The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.

The truly proud man knows neither superiors nor inferiors. The first he does not admit of; the last he does read more

The truly proud man knows neither superiors nor inferiors. The first he does not admit of; the last he does not concern himself about.

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.