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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.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
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?
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.
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
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.
There is this paradox in pride--it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
There is this paradox in pride--it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it;
I like to be despised.
Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it;
I like to be despised.
