by the same author.
Who wants to live in a good säuisch. Like Epicurus is the goal, he thinks nothing of God and man. Believe that it is not God who judges and judges.
Believe that there is no life after this. Even if your heart cries out against it,
Think, are born to you alone, What you see g'hör in collar your.
Drink, eat, spit, shit, until full and great. Same as a sow, nurse your only well;
If you die as a pig and a cow, Say: This is how you go to heaven.
As the angels run with clubs
And burn such sow in the fire.
Then such an Epicurer wishes:
Awe, who would never be born!
He would be much better off dead. For he would be a mockery of God in heaven.
*) This poem is found in German rhymed translation already Walch, St. Louis edition, Vol. X, 1473, No. 41. Therefore we leave it here. In the Erlangen edition, the same is found in Latin tona. XVII, p. 265; German vol. 38, p. 321/and again vol. 56, p. 359. Both this poem and the following one have the same verse meter in Latin as the above-mentioned epigram of Martial llid. X, 47). Whether the German was also due to Luther, we did not know. In Wackernagel's edition of Luther's spiritual songs, this poem has not been included.