Pride - Lord of human kind
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.