Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness: but a faithful man who can find?
These are wells without water, clouds that are carried with a tempest; to whom the mist of darkness is reserved for ever.
These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;