Gilberti Cognati Nozereni aliquot epistolae

on any part, I would be happier than all the Origens, Chrysostoms, Jeromes, Augustines, and Erasmuses. There is an ancient and irreconcilable polemos kai aspondos war and truce-less battle of unlearned Sarabaitae a derogatory term for independent, undisciplined monks against the more refined letters, which were flourishing more and more every day quite happily, had not the plague of the impiety of certain people arisen from across the way. That story began to be played out by the Sarabaitae and Sophists against my teacher, under the guise of defending religion, and it has progressed until now. In the business of languages and good letters, he showed himself a strenuous champion: and hence the hatred of many toward him, which is also derived onto me. For I was his student and secretary in Germany for seven years more or less, partly in Fribourg-im-Breisgau, partly in Basel, where there were frequent and free conversations with men who were not mediocrely skilled in the three languages and theological matters. I heard their lectures sometimes: not from favor toward any sect, but from a love of learning. For the sake of doctrine, we even hear those whose dogmas we do not all approve. The divine Cyprian was accustomed to call Tertullian, whose books he enjoyed, his teacher. Jerome loved the genius of Origen while dissenting from his dogmas. He boasts of Didymus as a teacher, whose dogma he does not approve. He used a Jewish teacher, whose