But it is well observed by a pious writer, that the deepest and most
pure humility doth not so much arise from the consideration of our own
faults and defects, as from a calm and quiet contemplation of the divine
purity and goodness. Our spots never appear so clearly, as when we place
them before this infinite light; and we never seem less in our own eyes, than when we look
down upon ourselves from on high. O how little, how nothing, do all
these shadows of perfection then appear, for which we are wont to
value ourselves! That humility, which cometh from a view of our own
sinfulness and misery, is more turbulent and boisterous; but the other
layeth us full as low, and wanteth nothing of that anguish and vexation
wherewith our souls are apt to boil, when they are the nearest objects
of our thoughts.
- Henry Scougal (The Life of God in the Soul of Man, Part 3)
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