R. Et beata ubera...."

Oftentimes a too great feeling of our own infirmities or imperfections of body or mind, will shrivel us up; as if we be long sick: "O beata sanitas, te praesente, amaenum Ver florit gratiis, absque te nemo beatus:" O blessed health!

[Footnote 13: "Piegossi a me dalla beata sede; La mano e poi le gote ambe mi prese, E il santo bacio in amendue mi diede.