te ergo, norma morum, te, columna virtutum, te, si blandiri reis licet, vera, quia sancta, dulcedo, despicatissimi vermis ulcera digitis exhortationis contrectare non piguit; tibi avaritiae non fuit pascere monitis animam fragilitate ieiunam et de apotheca dilectionis altissimae sectandae nobis humilitatis propinare mensuram.
Therefore you, the model of conduct, you, the pillar of virtues, you (if a sinner may use the language of flattery), the fount of that true sweetness that comes from holiness, did not scorn to touch with the healing fingers of exhortation the sores of a most despicable worm; you did not grudge to feed with admonitions a soul starving through its weakness, and to lavish upon me from the store-house of your most deep affection a draught of the humility that I must needs follow.
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