The application of redemption

Hence also is matter of Humiliation and daily¹ Self-denial while we live in this World, which may help to pull down our proud hearts, and Peacock feathers, and lay us low in our thoughts, in the apprehension of our own vileness and baseness, […] own weakness and unworthiness: When we feel our hearts to be puffed up with the vain apprehension of our own worth, parts or performances, what we are, and what we do; look we back to our first beginnings & […] aright of our own wretchedness, and nothingness, yea, worse than nothing, in that we not only wanted all good, but we had it within us to oppose all good, and that will cause us to sit down in silence, abased for ever; when empty Bladders are grown unto too great bulk and bigness, to prick them is the readiest way to lessen them; when our empty and vain minds swell, with big thoughts, and high overweening conceit of our own worth, learn we to stab and pierce our hearts with the righteous judgment of our own natural vileness, which will (or at least may) let out that frothy haughtiness that lifts us up beyond our measure, tell thy heart and commune with thy conscience, and say, It is not my good Nature that I am not roaring amongst the wretches of the world in the road and broad way of ruin and destruction, that I am not wallowing n all manner of sin with the worst of men, it's not my good nature, no thank to any thing that I have, that I am not upon the chain with Malefactors, or in the dungeon with Witches, for what ever Hell hath, it is in this heart of mine naturally, a Cain here, a Judas here, nay, a Devil here.

Hence also is matter of Humiliation and daily¹ Self-denyal while we live in this World, which may help to pull down our proud hearts, and Peacockfeathers, and lay us low in our thoughts, in the apprehension of our own vileness and baseness, 〈…〉 own weakness and unworthiness: When we feel our hearts to be puffed up with the vain apprehension of our own worth, parts or performances, what we are, and what we do; look we back to our first beginnings & 〈…〉 aright of our own wretchedness, and nothingness, yea, worse than nothing, in that we not only wanted all good, but we had it within us to oppose all good, and that will cause us to sit down in silence, abased for ever; when empty Bladders are grown unto too great bulk and bigness, to prick them is the readiest way to lessen them; when our empty and vain minds swel, with big thoughts, and high overweening conceit of our own worth, learn we to stab and pierce our hearts with the righteous judgment of our own natural vileness, which will (or at least may) let out that frothy haughtiness that lifts us up beyond our measure, tell thy heart and commune with thy conscience, and say, It is not my good Nature that I am not roaring amongst the wretches of the world in the road and broad way of ruine and destruction, that I am not wallowing n all manner of sin with the worst of men, it's not my good nature, no thank to any thing that I have, that I am not upon the chain with Malefactors, or in the dungeon with Witches, for what ever Hell hath, it is in this heart of mine naturally, a Cain here, a Judas here, nay, a Devil here.