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The Confessions of St. Augustin In Thirteen Books

Chapter I.--Deluded by an Insane Love, He, Though Foul and Dishonourable, Desires to Be Thought Elegant and Urbane.

1. To Carthage I came, where a cauldron of unholy loves bubbled up all around me. I loved not as yet, yet I loved to love; and with a hidden want, I abhorred myself that I wanted not. I searched about for something to love, in love with loving, and hating security, and a way not beset with snares. For within me I had a dearth of that inward food, Thyself, my God, though that dearth caused me no hunger; but I remained without all desire for incorruptible food, not because I was already filled thereby, but the more empty I was the more I loathed it. For this reason my soul was far from well, and, full of ulcers, it miserably cast itself forth, craving to be excited by contact with objects of sense. Yet, had these no soul, they would not surely inspire love. To love and to be loved was sweet to me, and all the more when I succeeded in enjoying the person I loved. I befouled, therefore, the spring of friendship with the filth of concupiscence, and I dimmed its lustre with the hell of lustfulness; and yet, foul and dishonourable as I was, I craved, through an excess of vanity, to be thought elegant and urbane. I fell precipitately, then, into the love in which I longed to be ensnared. My God, my mercy, with how much bitterness didst Thou, out of Thy infinite goodness, besprinkle for me that sweetness! For I was both beloved, and secretly arrived at the bond of enjoying; and was joyfully bound with troublesome ties, that I might be scourged with the burning iron rods of jealousy, suspicion, fear, anger, and strife.

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Confessiones (PL)

CAPUT PRIMUM. Amore quem venabatur capitur.

[Col. 0683]

1. Veni Carthaginem; et circumstrepebat me undique sartago flagitiosorum amorum. Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, et secretiore indigentia oderam me minus indigentem. Quaerebam quod amarem, amans amare, et oderam securitatem, et viam sine muscipulis. Quoniam fames mihi erat intus ab interiore cibo teipso, Deus meus, et ea fame non esuriebam; sed eram sine desiderio alimentorum incorruptibilium: non quia plenus eis eram, sed quo inanior, eo fastidiosior. Et ideo non bene valebat anima mea; et ulcerosa projiciebat se foras miserabiliter scalpi avida contactu sensibilium. Sed si non haberent animam, non utique amarentur. Amare et amari dulce mihi erat, magis si et amantis corpore fruerer. Venam igitur amicitiae coinquinabam sordibus concupiscentiae, candoremque ejus obnubilabam de tartaro libidinis; et tamen foedus atque inhonestus, elegans et urbanus esse gestiebam abundanti vanitate. Rui etiam in amorem quo cupiebam capi. Deus meus, misericordia mea, quanto felle mihi suavitatem illam, et quam bonus aspersisti! quia et amatus sum, et perveni occulte ad vinculum fruendi, et colligabar laetus aerumnosis nexibus, ut caederer virgis ferreis ardentibus zeli, et suspicionum, et timorum, et irarum atque rixarum.