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he warned lovingly: but in vain, and just as the nightingale once warned the hawk. For he truly scraped their tender ears. Thus, many men neither can nor love to recognize the light of truth. These are the ones who boast of their adorable obedience and cry out against those who are studious of good letters and true piety as contemners of human constitutions: while they themselves, whenever it is convenient, do not care a straw for divine, human, profane, or ecclesiastical matters, but consider whatever they please to be holy. They dare anything, relying on their jackdaw-like assemblies and phalanxes. Although they are steeped in vices that can neither be endured nor named, they nevertheless rave with a wonderful arrogance against the lives of others, and claim piety for themselves more arrogantly than the Pharisees ever did. They do not hold this up to the rule of Christ, but to their own affections, and whatever they love intensely, they want to appear holy, flattering themselves wonderfully in matters that are by nature most wicked. Sad and shadowed in countenance, with head bowed and eyes fixed on the earth, they sell their sanctity. For they think it holy to be iristhai zonnu girt with a cowl, and they establish the entire sanctity of life not in the spirit, nor in morals, but in attire. Why so? Because they want to be considered holy with little effort. But in the meantime, they do not want to live soberly, nor chastely, nor to endure injuries.