Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.
Helen Hunt JacksonMotherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Helen Hunt JacksonWounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.
Helen Hunt JacksonBy all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson