1779 June 30 (Wednesday). Some part of the Day I was feeble and faint, heartless and do but little — “Cur mundus, militat sub vana Gloria” etc. etc. Afterwards I had somewhat more of Vivacity. D.G. The Lord is Long-Suffering to astonishment!
“Why does the world labor under vain glory?” The medieval poem continues: “Whose prosperity is transitory,/ its power disintegrates as quickly.”