For rather
would he have them savour of the lofty cedars of the Schools, which
the Lord hath now broken down, than of the wholesome herbs of the
Church, the antidote against serpents.
Oh, in what accents spake I unto Thee, my God, when I read the
Psalms of David, those faithful songs, and sounds of devotion, which
allow of no swelling spirit, as yet a Catechumen, and a novice in
Thy real love, resting in that villa, with Alypius a Catechumen, my
mother cleaving to us, in female garb with masculine faith, with the
tranquillity of age, motherly love, Christian piety! Oh, what
accents did I utter unto Thee in those Psalms, and how was I by them
kindled towards Thee, and on fire to rehearse them, if possible,
through the whole world, against the pride of mankind! And yet they
are sung through the whole world, nor can any hide himself from Thy
heat. With what vehement and bitter sorrow was I angered at the
Manichees! and again I pitied them, for they knew not those
Sacraments, those medicines, and were mad against the antidote which
might have recovered them of their madness.
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