I will now call to mind my past foulness, and the carnal corruptions of my soul; not because I love them, but that I may love
Thee, O my God. For love of Thy love I do it; reviewing my most wicked ways in the very bitterness of my remembrance, that
Thou mayest grow sweet unto me (Thou sweetness never failing, Thou blissful and assured sweetness); and gathering me again
out of that my dissipation, wherein I was torn piecemeal, while turned from Thee, the One Good, I lost myself among
a multiplicity of things. For I even burnt in my youth heretofore, to be satiated in things below; and I dared to grow
wild again, with these various and shadowy loves: my beauty consumed away, and I stank in Thine eyes; pleasing myself, and
desirous to please in the eyes of men.