She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

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.

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.

A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
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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.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.

What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.

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.