If many people follow your enthusiastic endeavours, perhaps a new Athens might be created in the land of the Franks, or rather a much better one.
Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay. O wayfarer, to read what I have writ, And know by my fate what thy fate shall be. What thou art now, so shall thou be. The world’s delight I followed with a heart Unsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.
Drinking alone holds no fun. Drink with friends or strangers! Be foolish, least you’ll remember something meaningful.
What has Ingeld to do with Christ?
What makes bitter things sweet? Hunger.
Nec audiendi qui solent dicere, vox populi, vox Dei, quum tumultuositas vulgi semper insaniae proxima sit. We should not listen to those who like to affirm that the voice of the people is the voice of God, for the tumult of the masses is truly close to madness.
Man thinks, God directs.
Those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God, since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness.