O NO! I'm sure it was presumptous Pride; Poore Heart ther's no excusing it: Not all ye Wit Of Philautie can serve this swelling blot to hide. Though some to shun a Tempest's Molestations Made choise of Shipwrack; & drunk up In a New Cup Rank Poyson to prevent a Fevers short Vexations: Thou hadst no reason to insult & ride In Triumph over Those, who were Throwne downe by feare: With other Sins They made a @3Covenant@1, Thou wth Pride. Had strong Temptations flowne so thick on Thee Perhaps Thou wouldst have sunk: it was The Gale of Grace, Not Thine owne Spirit, which made Thee saile in safetie. O tremble then, when Thou beholdest Others Fearefull of anything, but sin, Lest Thou begin By Pride to share in that Offense, which was thy Brothers. In @3HUMBLE FEARE@1 let all thy strength be layd, For Pride's but at its highest rise Big Cowardice. Hell fears no Pride, but is of @3HUMBLE FEARE@1 afrayd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OUT OF SORROW: REFUGE by SARA TEASDALE THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER BBC by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM, WRITER by ROBERT BURNS BANKING UP VERMONT HOUSES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION |