William Shakespeare on Pride
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“My pride fell with my fortunes.”
“Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.”
“O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!”
“I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.”
“He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it Cry "No recovery."”
“She bears a duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty.”
“Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea.”
“Pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.”
“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.”
“I have ventur'd, 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.”