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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
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.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing read more
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.
I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more
I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.
There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.
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.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.
