The scene was more beautiful far to the eye

Than if day in its pride had arrayed it.

Paul Moon James (1780-1854): The Beacon.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Pryde will have a fall;

For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth

The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,

And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,

And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,

And then he falls, as I do. 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 forever hide me.

Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:

I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched

Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,

That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,

More pangs and fears than wars or women have:

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to hope again.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;

All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.

Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes:

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,

Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,

I see the lords of humankind pass by.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 327.

The harp that once through Tara's halls

The soul of music shed,

Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls

As if that soul were fled.

So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory's thrill is o'er;

And hearts that once beat high for praise

Now feel that pulse no more.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Harp that once through Tara's Halls.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things

To low ambition and the pride of kings.

Let us (since life can little more supply

Than just to look about us, and to die)

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;

A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1.

A falcon, towering in her pride of place,

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:

Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,

Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,

Can bribe the poor possession of a day.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,

Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,—

A breath can make them, as a breath has made;

But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,

When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 51.

O, now, for ever

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!

Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars

That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!

Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,

The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,

The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats

The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,

Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

'T's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;

I think the Romans call it stoicism.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Cato. Act i. Sc. 4.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin

Is pride that apes humility.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Devil's Thoughts.

He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,—

A cottage of gentility;

And he owned with a grin,

That his favourite sin

Is pride that apes humility.

Robert Southey (1774-1843): The Devil's Walk. Stanza 8.

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,

The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;

Of him who walked in glory and in joy,

Following his plough, along the mountain-side.

By our own spirits we are deified;

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness,

But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7.

King Stephen was a worthy peere,

His breeches cost him but a croune;

He held them sixpence all too deere,

Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.

He was a wight of high renowne,

And those but of a low degree;

Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,

Then take thine old cloake about thee.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): Take thy old Cloak about Thee.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind

Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,—

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 1.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan,

His pity gave ere charity began.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,

And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 161.

Vain was the chief's the sage's pride!

They had no poet, and they died.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9.

Pryde will have a fall;

For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung

To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Paracelsus. Part iv.