On Pride

Of all the Vanities I know, 'tis Pride,
Which all the World most justly may deride,
That like an Ass, with golden Trappings dress'd,
Thinks himself 'bove all other Beasts the best;
And when he brays, does all that hear him fright,
Mistaking their amazement for delight;
Like gilded Fools, that only learn of late
To strut, and make loud noise when they do prate;
For Pride did ne'er the greatest man adorn,
Nor free him from God's hate, and wise Men's scorn.
Satan for Pride, and for Ambition sell,
With his accursed Crew, from Heav'n to Hell.