When he was reading, he drew his eyes along over the leaves, and his heart searched into the sense, but his voice and tongue were silent.
Of St Ambrose
Confessions (ad 397–8) bk. 6, ch. 3
When he was reading, he drew his eyes along over the leaves, and his heart searched into the sense, but his voice and tongue were silent.
Confessions (ad 397–8) bk. 6, ch. 3