Pride Thinks It's Own Happiness

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.

The Most Part Of All Princes Have More Delight In Warlike Manners And Feats Of Chivalry Than In The Good Feats Of Peace.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

Pride Measures Prosperity Not By Her Own Advantages But By The Disadvantages Of Others. She Would Not Even Wish To Be A Goddess Unless There Were Some Wretches Left Whom She Could Order About And Lord It Over, Whose Misery Would Make Her Happiness Seem All The More Extraordinary, Whose Poverty Can Be Tormented And Exacerbated By A Display Of Her Wealth. This Infernal Serpent, Pervading The Human Heart, Keeps Men From Reforming Their Lives, Holding Them Back Like A Suckfish.

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.