The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von FuchshaimGrimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
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The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von Fuchshaim
Grimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
German fiction -- Translations into English; Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
So I answered, "If you know not and feel not that you are Governor in
Hanau, and with how many cares and uneasiness in that account burdened,
then either the devouring thirst of honour blinds you or else are you
of iron and quite insensible; ye have, 'tis true, the right to command,
and whosoever comes within your ken the same must obey you. But do they
serve ye for naught? Are ye not all men's servant? Must ye not
specially take care for each and all? See, ye are girded round with
foes, and the safeguarding of this stronghold depends on you alone.
Ever must ye be devising how to do some damage to your opposites: and
therein must ever be on your guard that your plans be not spied upon.
Must ye not often stand on guard like a common sentinel? Besides, ye
must ever be concerned that there be no failure in money, ammunition,
food and folk, and for that reason be ever holding the whole land to
contribution by continual exactions and extortions. Send ye your men
out to such an end, then is robbery, plunder, stealing, burning, and
murder their highest task. Even now of late they have plundered Orb,
captured Braunfels, and laid Staden in ashes. Thence 'tis true they
brought back booty, but ye have laid on them a grievous responsibility
before God. I grant this, that those enjoyments which accompany thine
honour do please thee well; but knowest thou who will enjoy such
treasures as doubtless thou gatherest? And granted that such riches
remain thine (whereof a man may doubt), yet must thou leave them in
this world and takest nothing with thee but the sin whereby thou hast
gained them. And even if thou hast the good luck to enjoy thy booty,
yet thou dost but spend the sweat and blood of the poor, who do now in
misery suffer want or even perish and die of hunger. How often do I see
that thy thoughts, by reason of the cares of thine office, are
distracted hither and thither, while I and other calves do sleep in
peace without any care, and if thou dost not so, it shall cost thee thy
head if aught be overlooked that should have been provided for the
preservation of thy subject people and this fortress. Look you, I am
raised above such cares! and so, knowing that I do owe the debt of
death to nature, I fear not lest an enemy should storm my stall or lest
I should have with pains to fight for life. If I die young, so am I
delivered from the toilsome life of a yoke-ox. But for thee men lay
snares in a thousand fashions: and therefore is thy life naught but a
continual care and sleeplessness; for thou must fear both friend and
foe, which be ever devising to cheat thee of thy life or thy money, or
thy reputation or thy command, or somewhat else whatever it be; even as
thou thinkest to do by others. The enemy doth attack thee openly: and
thy supposed friends do secretly envy thee thy good luck, and even as
regards thy subjects art thou in no manner of safety.
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