There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.

There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

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.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

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.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud.

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
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Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.