Book, Chapter

1     1, 20-31|     into sorrows, confusions, errors. Thanks be to Thee, my joy
2     2, 9-17 |        Who can understand his errors? It was the sport, which
3     3, 4-8  |      and disguising their own errors: and almost all who in that
4     3, 12-21|   converse with me, refute my errors, unteach me ill things,
5     4, 16-25| pleasures are drunk in, so do errors and false opinions defile
6     4, 16-27|     by the voices of mine own errors, I was hurried abroad, and
7     5, 6-11 |      didst set those shameful errors of mine before my face,
8     7, 5-8  |    back from the death of all errors, save the Life which cannot
9     9, 5-13 |   holy man Ambrose, my former errors and present desires, begging