humility

The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low , hangs the head downwards, and hides itself with its own leaves, and were it not that the fragrant smell of its many virtues discovered him to the world , he would choose to live and die in self- contenting secrecy. T . Brooks

They seem to be an endangered species in this day and age.

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