Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?
Lancelot Andrewes