II.
AND yet, O my God, I am proud; proud of my shame, glorying in my sin, boasting my infirmities; for this is all that I have of my own, save only that I have multiplied my miseries by vile actions, every day dishonouring the
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AND yet, O my God, I am proud; proud of my shame, glorying in my sin, boasting my infirmities; for this is all that I have of my own, save only that I have multiplied my miseries by vile actions, every day dishonouring the
work of thy hands: my understanding is too confident, my affections rebellious, my will refractory and disobedient; and yet I know thou resistest the proud, and didst cast the morning Stars, the Angels, from Heaven into chains of darkness, when they grew giddy and proud, walk∣ing upon the battlements of Heaven, be∣holding the glorious Regions that were above them.