English poetry -- Translations from German; German poetry -- Translations into English
O man that bostest thy selfe in cristes name
Callynge the christen, se thou thy synne refuse
Remember well it is both synne and shame
The house of god, thus to defyle and abuse
But this one thynge causeth me oft to muse
That the false paynyms within theyr Temples be
To theyr ydols moche more deuout than we
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Of them that wyllynge and knowyngly
put them self in ieopardy and peryll.
[Illustration: He is a fole that wyll purchace and desyre
His owne deth or putteth hym selfe in ieopardy
Lepynge in a well, or in a flamynge fyre
And where he myght lyue so dyeth wyllyngly
Suche suffer theyr destruccyon worthely
And if that they be drowned outher brent
It is to late them after to repent.]
I fynde mo folys yet. whome I shall note
Suche ar they whiche pray both day and nyght
To god and his sayntes cryeng with open throte
O glorious god helpe me by thy great myght
That I may clens my herte and clere my syght
Wherby all foly and synne may fro me fall
But yet this fole it leuyth nat at all
Suche folys oft pray for theyr amendement
Unto our lorde with syghynges sore and depe
But yet to synne contynually they assent
And after the same often complayne and wepe
Than say they playne that god hath had no kepe
Unto theyr prayer and taken of it no hede
But theyr owne foly is cause of theyr lewde dede
They se the peryll before theyr faces playne
That god hath ordeyned, for foly and for synne
They pray for helpe, and yet ar they full fayne
After the folys hode alway to ren
And besely laboure the same alone to wyn
So vnto god for helpe they cry and call
But they them selfe wyll helpe no thynge at all
Than thynke they theyr prayers to god nat acceptable
Bycause (anone) they haue nat all theyr wyll
And for that god is nat sone agreable
To here theyr cry and it graunt and fulfyll
These folys in theyr vyce contynue styll
And put theyr selfe in wylfull ieopardy
And where they myght they fynde no remedy
But these folys vnstabyll as the wynde
Prayeth vnto god and to his sayntis aboue
Nat knowynge what may content theyr folysshe mynde
Nor whether theyr askynge be for theyr behoue
But sothly this dare I both say and proue
And it auowe after my sympyll skyll
That neuer man shall syn without his wyll
If that one with his owne wyll doth fall
Into a well to assay the ieopardy
Whan he is there. if he lowde crye and call
Bothe on god and man for helpe and remedy
He sekyth that peryll, and dyeth worthely
So were it foly to gyue hym corde or trayne
Or other engyne to helpe hym vp agayne
Whan suche folys ar sure vpon the grounde
Without all daunger, peryll hurt or fere
They lepe in the wel and yet fere to be drowned
Empedocles though he right myghty were
With suche lyke foly hym selfe so sore dyd dere
That knowyngly and with his owne consent
Hymself he lost and by fyers fyre was brent
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