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CAPUT XIV. Libri de Apto et Pulchro Hierio nuncupati. Unde hunc amaverat.

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21. Quid est autem quod me movit, Domine Deus meus, ut ad Hierium Romanae urbis oratorem scriberem illos libros, quem non noveram facie, sed amaveram hominem ex doctrinae fama quae illi clara erat, et quaedam verba ejus audieram, et placuerant mihi? Sed magis quia placebat aliis, et efferebant eum laudibus, stupentes quod ex homine syro, docto prius graecae facundiae, postea in latina etiam dictor mirabilis exstitisset, et esset scientissimus rerum ad studium sapientiae pertinentium; mihi placebat. Laudatur homo, et amatur absens. Utrumnam ab ore laudantis intrat in cor audientis amor ille? Absit: sed ex amante alio accenditur alius. Hinc enim amatur qui laudatur, dum non fallaci corde laudatoris praedicari creditur; id est, cum amans eum laudat.

22. Sic enim tunc amabam homines ex hominum judicio; non enim ex tuo, Deus meus, in quo nemo fallitur. Sed tamen, cur non sicut auriga nobilis, sicut venator studiis popularibus diffamatus, sed longe aliter et graviter, et ita quemadmodum et me laudari vellem? Non autem vellem ita laudari et amari me, ut histriones; quanquam eos et ipse laudarem et amarem: sed eligens latere, quam ita notus esse; et vel haberi odio, quam sic amari. Ubi distribuuntur ista pondera variorum et diversorum amorum in anima una? Quid est quod amo in alio, quod rursus, nisi odissem, non a me detestarer et repellerem, cum sit uterque nostrum homo? Non enim, sicut equus bonus amatur ab eo qui nollet hoc esse, etiam si posset; hoc et de histrione dicendum est, qui naturae nostrae socius est. Ergone amo in homine quod odi esse, cum sim homo? Grande profundum est ipse homo, cujus etiam capillos tu, Domine, numeratos habes, et non minuuntur in te: et tamen capilli ejus magis numerabiles sunt quam affectus ejus, et motus cordis ejus.

23. At ille rhetor ex eo erat genere, quem sic amabam, ut vellem me esse talem; et errabam typho, et circumferebar omni vento, et nimis occulte gubernabar abs te. Et unde scio, et unde certus confiteor tibi quod illum in amore laudantium magis amaveram, quam in rebus ipsis de quibus laudabatur. Quia si non laudatum vituperarent eum iidem ipsi, et vituperando atque spernendo ea ipsa narrarent, non accenderer in eum et non excitarer. Et certe res non aliae forent, nec homo ipse alius; sed tantummodo alius effectus narrantium. Ecce ubi jacet anima infirma, nondum haerens soliditati veritatis. Sicut aurae linguarum flaverint a pectoribus opinantium, ita fertur et vertitur, torquetur ac retorquetur, et obnubilatur ei lumen, et non cernitur veritas. Et ecce est ante nos. Et magnum quiddam mihi erat, si sermo meus et studia mea illi viro innotescerent. Quae si probaret, flagrarem magis; [Col. 0703] si autem improbaret, sauciaretur cor vanum et inane soliditatis tuae. Et tamen pulchrum illud atque aptum, unde ad eum scripseram, libenter animo versabam, ob os contemplationis meae, et nullo collaudatore mirabar.

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The Confessions of St. Augustin In Thirteen Books

Chapter XIV.--Concerning the Books Which He Wrote "On the Fair and Fit," Dedicated to Hierius.

21. But what was it that prompted me, O Lord my God, to dedicate these books to Hierius, an orator of Rome, whom I knew not by sight, but loved the man for the fame of his learning, for which he was renowned, and some words of his which I had heard, and which had pleased me? But the more did he please me in that he pleased others, who highly extolled him, astonished that a native of Syria, instructed first in Greek eloquence, should afterwards become a wonderful Latin orator, and one so well versed in studies pertaining unto wisdom. Thus a man is commended and loved when absent. Doth this love enter into the heart of the hearer from the mouth of the commender? Not so. But through one who loveth is another inflamed. For hence he is loved who is commended when the commender is believed to praise him with an unfeigned heart; that is, when he that loves him praises him.

22. Thus, then, loved I men upon the judgment of men, not upon Thine, O my God, in which no man is deceived. But yet why not as the renowned charioteer, as the huntsman ¹ known far and wide by a vulgar popularity--but far otherwise, and seriously, and so as I would desire to be myself commended? For I would not that they should commend and love me as actors are,--although I myself did commend and love them,--but I would prefer being unknown than so known, and even being hated than so loved. Where now are these influences of such various and divers kinds of loves distributed in one soul? What is it that I am in love with in another, which, if I did not hate, I should not detest and repel from myself, seeing we are equally men? For it does not follow that because a good horse is loved by him who would not, though he might, be that horse, the same should therefore be affirmed by an actor, who partakes of our nature. Do I then love in a man that which I, who am a man, hate to be? Man himself is a great deep, whose very hairs Thou numberest, O Lord, and they fall not to the ground without Thee. ² And yet are the hairs of his head more readily numbered than are his affections and the movements of his heart.

23. But that orator was of the kind that I so loved as I wished myself to be such a one; and I erred through an inflated pride, and was "carried about with every wind," ³ but yet was piloted by Thee, though very secretly. And whence know I, and whence confidently confess I unto Thee that I loved him more because of the love of those who praised him, than for the very things for which they praised him? Because had he been upraised, and these self-same men had dispraised him, and with dispraise and scorn told the same things of him, I should never have been so inflamed and provoked to love him. And yet the things had not been different, nor he himself different, but only the affections of the narrators. See where lieth the impotent soul that is not yet sustained by the solidity of truth! Just as the blasts of tongues blow from the breasts of conjecturers, so is it tossed this way and that, driven forward and backward, and the light is obscured to it and the truth not perceived. And behold it is before us. And to me it was a great matter that my style and studies should be known to that man; the which if he approved, I were the more stimulated, but if he disapproved, this vain heart of mine, void of Thy solidity, had been offended. And yet that "fair and fit," about which I wrote to him, I reflected on with pleasure, and contemplated it, and admired it, though none joined me in doing so.