Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Pride
As proud as Lucifer.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Country Town.
Ay, do despise me, I’m the prouder for it;
I like to be despised.
Bickerstaff—The Hypocrite. Act V. Sc. 1.
They are proud in humility, proud in that they are not proud.
Burton—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. II. Memb. 3. Subsect. 14.
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.
George Chapman—Eastward Ho. Act III. Sc. 1. (Written by Chapman, Jonson, and Marston.)
Pride (of all others the most dang’rous fault)
Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.
Wentworth Dillon—Essay on Translated Verse. L. 161.
Lord of human kind.
Dryden—Spanish Friar. Act II. Sc. 1.
Zu strenge Ford’rung ist verborgner Stolz.
Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.
Goethe—Iphigenia auf Tauris. IV. 4. 120.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Goldsmith—The Traveller. L. 327.
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.
Wm. Knox—Mortality. (Lincoln’s favorite hymn.)
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Pope—Essay on Criticism. L. 203.
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.
Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 124.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne’er learn’d to glow
For others’ good, or melt at others’ woe.
Pope—Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. L. 4.
Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
Proverbs. XVI. 18.
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
Nicholas Rowe—The Fair Penitent. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 37. Taken from Massinger’s Fatal Dowry.
In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
Ruskin—True and Beautiful. Morals and Religion. Conception of God. P. 426.
Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 70.
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 24.
She bears a duke’s revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 83.
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.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 358.
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.
Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 164.
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 169.
He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it
Cry “No recovery.”
Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 187.
Pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 47.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 138.
The Lords of creation men we call.
Emily Anne Shuldham—Lords of Creation.
Pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars
From blindness bold, and towering to the skies.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night VI. L. 324.