William Shakespeare,
Troilus and Cressida
“ AJAX. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. AGAMEMNON. Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise. Re-enter Ulysses. AJAX. I do hate a proud man as I do hate the engend’ring of toads. NESTOR. [Aside.] And yet he loves himself: is’t not strange? ULYSSES. Achilles will not to the field tomorrow. ”
