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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Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.
Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before read more
Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before God, Concern yourself only with the idea that God may have of you.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
In the stress of modern life, how little room is left for that most comfortable vanity that whispers in our read more
In the stress of modern life, how little room is left for that most comfortable vanity that whispers in our ears that failures are not fault!
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying read more
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist read more
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Well spielen
Ball mit dem Menschen.]
The surest cure for vanity is loneliness
The surest cure for vanity is loneliness
