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 It may do good; pride hath no other glass
 To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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 It may do good; pride hath no other glass
 To show itself but pride, for supple knees
  Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees. 
 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. 
 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. 
To be proud and inaccessible is to be timid and weak.
To be proud and inaccessible is to be timid and weak.
A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, read more
A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.
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.
 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a 
fall.  
 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a 
fall. 
 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.