June 30, 1779

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.[1]  Afterwards I had somewhat more of Vivacity.  D.G.  The Lord is Long-Suffering to astonishment!

[1]“Why does the world labor under vain glory?”  The medieval poem continues: “Whose prosperity is transitory,/ its power disintegrates as quickly.”