Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.