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.

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.

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?

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.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault)
Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault)
Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

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.

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.

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.
[Ger., Zu strenge Ford'rung ist verborgner Stolz.]

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.
[Ger., Zu strenge Ford'rung ist verborgner Stolz.]

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.'