CAPUT IV. — 4. Charitas divina amorem illicitum meretricis non compatitur. Prorsus, prorsus obsecro vos, fratres mei: ecce ponamus, quod non est, promisisse Deum talibus impunitatem, et dixisse, Qui talia fecerint, miserebor eorum, non eos damnabo. Faciamus hoc dixisse Deum. Etiam promissa impunitate tollit quisque membra Christi, et facit jam membra meretricis? Non facit, si est ibi tertia divina dilectio. Etenim tres dilectiones commemoravi: de tribus me, quod Dominus daret, dicturum esse promisi: de licita humana, de illicita humana, de illa excellenti atque divina. Interrogemus divinam charitatem, et ponamus ante illam duas humanas charitates, et dicamus ei: Ecce licita charitas humana, qua uxor diligitur, et filiae aliaeque necessitudines saeculares: ecce alia illicita, qua diligitur meretrix, qua diligitur ancilla aliena, qua diligitur aliena filia non petita, non promissa, qua diligitur uxor aliena. Duae ante te sunt charitates; cum qua istarum vis manere? Qui eligit manere cum illa humana licita, cum illa humana illicita non manet. Nemo sibi dicat, Ambas habeo. Si ambas habes admittendo ad te dilectionem meretricis, injuriam facis tanquam matronae, quae ibi habitat, divinae charitati. Puto enim, quia si homo conjugatus sis, et diligas meretricem, non mittis meretricem in domum tuam, ut habitet cum matrona tua. Non usque adeo progrederis. Tenebras quaeris, latebras quaeris, turpitudinem non profiteris. Sed et qui non habent uxores, et sunt meretricum quasi licentius amatores (ideo dixi, Quasi, quia et ipsi damnantur, si jam sunt fideles); puto quia et adolescens nondum habens uxorem, si diligat meretricem, non eam facit habitare cum sorore sua, non eam facit habitare cum matre sua, ne injuriam faciat humanae pudicitiae, ne offendat decus sanguinis sui. Si ergo non facis habitare meretricem, quam diligis, cum matre tua, cum sorore tua, ne, sicut dixi, offendas decus sanguinis tui; facis habitare in corde tuo dilectionem meretricis cum dilectione Dei, et offendis decus sanguinis Christi?
Chapter IV. — 4. Divine charity does not tolerate the unlawful love of a harlot. Utterly, utterly I beseech you, my brothers: look, let us suppose what is not so, that God had promised impunity to such men, and had said, Those who have done such things, I will have mercy on them, I will not condemn them. Let us make God have said this. Even with impunity promised, does anyone take the members of Christ and make them now the members of a harlot? He does not, if the third, divine love is there. For I mentioned three loves: I promised that I would speak of three, as the Lord should grant: of the lawful human, of the unlawful human, of that excellent and divine one. Let us question divine charity, and let us set before it the two human charities, and say to it: Look, here is lawful human charity, by which a wife is loved, and daughters and the other worldly ties of kinship; look, here is another, unlawful, by which a harlot is loved, by which another man's maidservant is loved, by which another man's daughter is loved, not asked for, not promised, by which another man's wife is loved. Two charities are before you; with which of these do you wish to remain? He who chooses to remain with that lawful human one does not remain with that unlawful human one. Let no one say to himself, I have both. If you have both, by admitting to yourself the love of a harlot you do injury to divine charity, as to the lady of the house who dwells there. For I suppose that if you are a married man and love a harlot, you do not send the harlot into your house to live with your wife. You do not go so far as that. You seek darkness, you seek hiding-places, you do not openly profess your shame. But those too who have no wives, and are lovers of harlots, as it were, with more licence (that is why I said "as it were", because they too are condemned, if they are already of the faithful): I suppose that the young man too who does not yet have a wife, if he loves a harlot, does not make her live with his sister, does not make her live with his mother, lest he do injury to human modesty, lest he offend the honour of his own blood. If then you do not make the harlot whom you love live with your mother, with your sister, lest, as I said, you offend the honour of your blood, do you make the love of a harlot live in your heart with the love of God, and offend the honour of the blood of Christ?
CAPUT V. — 5. Lucis internae amore exemplo caeci clamandum bene vivendo. Contradictio mundi. Amate Deum, nihil melius invenitis. Amatis argentum, quia melius est ferro et aeramento: amatis plus aurum, quia melius est argento: amatis plus lapides pretiosos, quia et auri pretium superant: amatis postremo istam lucem, quam dimittere formidat omnis qui mortem timet; amatis, inquam, istam lucem, quomodo eam amore quodam ingenti desiderabat, qui post Jesum clamabat, Miserere mei, fili David. Clamabat caecus Christo transeunte. Metuebat enim ne transiret, et non sanaret. Et quantum clamabat? Ut turba prohibente non taceret. Vicit contradictorem, tenuit Salvatorem. Obstrepentibus turbis et clamare prohibentibus, stetit Jesus, vocavit eum, et dixit ei: Quid vis
Chapter V. — 5. Out of love for the inner light, after the example of the blind man, we must cry out by living well. The opposition of the world. Love God; you find nothing better. You love silver, because it is better than iron and bronze; you love gold more, because it is better than silver; you love precious stones more, because they surpass even the value of gold; you love, finally, this light, which everyone who fears death dreads to leave; you love, I say, this light, as he longed for it with a certain immense love who cried out after Jesus, Have mercy on me, son of David. The blind man cried out as Christ was passing by. For he feared that He would pass by and not heal him. And how much did he cry out? So much that he did not fall silent though the crowd forbade him. He overcame the one who opposed him, he held fast the Saviour. While the crowds were making a din and forbidding him to cry out, Jesus stood still, called him, and said to him: What do you wish