Pride in Trifles

Why , life, must mock itself, to mark how small
Are the distinctions of its various pride.
'Tis strange how we delight in the unreal:
The fanciful and the fantastic make
One half our triumphs. Not in mighty things —
The glorious offerings of our mind to fate
Do we ask homage to our vanities,
One half so much as from the false and vain:
The petty trifles that the social world
Has fancied into grandeur.
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