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S. AUGUST. 〈◊〉〈◊〉. cap. 12.
My life is a frail life; a corruptible life; a life, which the more it increaseth, the more it decreaseth: The farther it goeth, the nearer it cometh to death. A deceitfull life, and like a shadow, full of the snares of death: Now I rejoyce, now I lan∣guish, now I flourish, now infirm, now I live, and straight I die; now I seem happy, alwayes miserable; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 I laugh, now I weep: Thus all things are subject to mutabilitie, that no∣thing continueth an 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in one state: O joy above joy, ex∣ceeding all joy, without which there is no joy, when shall I enter into thee, that I may see my God that dwelleth in thee?