Most men will proclaim every one his own kindness; But a faithful man who can find?
These are springs without water, and mists driven by a storm; for whom the blackness of darkness hath been reserved.
These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;