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.

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.

Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, supped with Infamy.

Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, supped with Infamy.

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more

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.

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

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

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.]

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.

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.

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.