Letter 184 of 189

Letter

useless errand,where we shall only be made a fool of,and time and money be wasted.

They think we are asses who do not understand their coarse jokes,which is only less foolish than the laughablewisdom of the On this day Luther preachedfor the lasttime in Wittenberg, warning the peopleagainstthe lovelysyren, the devil's bride.

I,old,weary, lazy,worn-out, cold, chilly, and, over and above, one-eyedman, now write you.

I flattered myself that,half-dead as I might be left in peace, it looks as if I had neither written nor done anythingheretofore, so overburdened am

I now with writingand talking. But Christ,who is all in all, is almighty, to whom be praiseto all eternity.Amen.

I am delightedwith what you tell me about the impertinentand bold way the Swiss write about me, condemning me as the most miserable slave of reason.

For this is exactlywhat I wrote the pamphlet which has so enragedthem " that theyshould openlyavow themselves my enemies.

I have achieved this,and, as say, I am glad. I,the most despicableof men, am more than satisfied to be a partakerof the blessedness of the Blessed is the man who does not wander in the counsel of the Sacramentarians,nor standeth in the way of the Zwinglians, nor sitteth where the You now have my opinion. You beseech me to pray for you, which I also ask you to do the same for me

I have no doubt of the efficacyof your petitions, I am convinced you have as little of mine, and if I departbefore you, which I desire,I shall draw you after me.

And if you pass away before me, then you will do the same for me.

For we believe in one God, and wait with all the saints for our