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S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. 2.
My life is a fraile life; a corruptible life; A life, which the more increases, the more decreases: The farther it goes, the nea∣rer it comes to death: A deceitfull life, and like a shadow; full of the snares of death: Now I rejoyce; now I languish; now I flourish; now infirme; now I live, and straight I dye; now I seeme happy, alwayes miserable; now I laugh, now I weepe: Thus all things are subject to mutability, that nothing continues an houre in one state: O Ioy above Ioy, exceeding all Ioy, without which there is no Ioy, when shall I enter into thee; that I may see my God that dwels in thee?