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.

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.

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.

Though pride is not a virtue, it is the parent of many virtues.

Though pride is not a virtue, it is the parent of many virtues.

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

Pride is the mask of one's own faults.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
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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.

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.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our read more

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

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.'