Ein einfeltige weyse zu betten für einen gutten freundt

mocks, and it would be better if they played instead, if they indeed could not or would not do anything better. For I myself have, unfortunately, prayed many such horas Canonicas Canonical Hours, the daily cycle of prayers in the Catholic Church in my time, so that the Psalm or the set time was over before I even realized whether I had started or was in the middle of it.

And although they do not all speak out loud, as the aforementioned priest did, mixing business and prayer together, they nevertheless do so in their hearts with their thoughts. They toss things about by the hundreds and thousands, and when they are finished, they do not know what they have done or how they got through it. They begin with the Laudate "Praise the Lord," a common opening for Psalms and in a flash they are in Schlauraffenlandt a legendary land of laziness and luxury, similar to the "Land of Cockaigne". I believe that no more ridiculous puppet show could be presented to anyone than if one could see the thoughts