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
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise, - His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies
At every trifle, scorn to take offence; that always shows great pride, or little sense
At every trifle take offence, that always shows great pride or little sense.
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise; His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!