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CENSURE, by                    
First Line: O no! I'm sure it was presumptous pride
Last Line: Hell fears no pride, but is of humble feare afrayd.
Subject(s): Pride; Self-esteem; Self-respect


O NO! I'm sure it was presumptous Pride;
Poore Heart ther's no excusing it:
Not all ye Wit
Of Philautie can serve this swelling blot to hide.

Though some to shun a Tempest's Molestations
Made choise of Shipwrack; & drunk up
In a New Cup
Rank Poyson to prevent a Fevers short Vexations:

Thou hadst no reason to insult & ride
In Triumph over Those, who were
Throwne downe by feare:
With other Sins They made a Covenant, Thou wth Pride.

Had strong Temptations flowne so thick on Thee
Perhaps Thou wouldst have sunk: it was
The Gale of Grace,
Not Thine owne Spirit, which made Thee saile in safetie.

O tremble then, when Thou beholdest Others
Fearefull of anything, but sin,
Lest Thou begin
By Pride to share in that Offense, which was thy Brothers.

In HUMBLE FEARE let all thy strength be layd,
For Pride's but at its highest rise
Big Cowardice.
Hell fears no Pride, but is of HUMBLE FEARE afrayd.





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