Wherein lies your fault, my people, that you are thus excluded from Heaven? But it has ever been the work of the impious to keep the pious from those blessed regions.
The diligent farmer toils a long week on his own fields, and on those of others, longing in pain for Sunday, when he may refresh his parched body with spiritual comfort: but even this joy is to be refused you, poor labourer!
But the Lord God looks down upon your pain, my pummelled and kneaded people, reckoning your suffering!
As I walked along, deep in thought on what I had seen and heard, I suddenly came across a bit of theatre on a hill near a summer house, such as I had never seen before. There, a man all dressed in black was lying upon the ground, while this other clown was leaping roughly upon and around him, giggling
