Chapter x, verse 1. — My soul is weary of my life. 65. The love of God breeds weariness of this life, and leads to confession of errors. — But when the present life has begun to grow worthless, when the love of the Creator has begun to grow sweet, the mind kindles itself against itself, so that it ought to accuse itself of the faults in which, before, ignorant of things above, it used to defend itself. Whence he still rightly subjoins: