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
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a
lie: to be laid in read more
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a
lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than
vanity.
I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. Not only do I knock 'em out, I pick the round.
I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. Not only do I knock 'em out, I pick the round.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
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At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and opens still
Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
We would rather speak ill of ourselves than not talk about ourselves at all.
We would rather speak ill of ourselves than not talk about ourselves at all.
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.]
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
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Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud
Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud:
Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears;
And instant death on every wave appears.
