He passed a cottage with a double coach-house, A cottage of gentility; And he owned with a grin That his favorite sin Is pride that apes humility.

How, then, was the Devil dressed? Oh! he was in his Sunday's best; His coat was red, and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where his tail came throu…

Thou hast confessions to listen, And bells to christen, And altars and dolls to dress; And fools to coax, And sinners to hoax, And beads and bones to bless; An…

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little, snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.

Humility is a virtue all preach, none practice; and yet everybody is content to hear.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.