“But look others that I bless almost as much as I bless the theologians. There are that called usually monks or abbey men, although no one from this two names do not appropriate, because I do not know if there is someone less believer then the majority of this hypocrite and everywhere you meet horde and so-called lonely […]

People flinch of them like they flinch of the wild animals, and only the meeting with them it is kept as bad sign. However they find that it had not fitting, thinking that the biggest piety it is the same with the blind acknowledge. Their virtue stood in that that do not know the writing and they do not doubt that, when they roar the psalms that they do no understand in the church, the God, the angels and all the heaven’s saints are listening them and they are happy.

Some of them, proud of the slim that they kept in themselves, go and ask alms from door to door with a matchless indecency. You can not escape them anywhere. In inns, carts or ships, they meddle in your soul and they are begging till they bereave an obolus that ought to the true needy.

Like this are the apostle’s descendants, that works up to tread them steps by mess, acknowledge, churlishness and rudeness.

What can be more hilarious then that bigot rules of their …., that punish every little aberrance as a sin that must be atoned? Everything is decided and measured: the noose of the shoe, the color or the broad of the gird, the cloth from which must be made the robe and how many pieces, the broad of the tonsure, the shape and the size of the hood, the hours of sleep […].

But from the highest of those stupidities they raised the laymen eyebrow, even the orders are loathe each other […].

Some of them have shakes when they see money, and better they would touch a asp then to touch any coin. But when we speak about wine or lassies, the saint parents forget about the canon […].

Do you see? I think that the monks are indebt with me up to the lips, because, without having any merit than to tyrannize the populace with superstitions and them unremitting jangle, they were imaginary climbing near the Paul and Anton saints.

Let blow off this charlatan of that the appreciation for my beneficence it was only a sham. Pious on extern, inside they are matchless nasty.”

(“Praise of folly or speech about the praise of the stupidity” translated by Robert Adam, Antet Printing house, 1995, p 91-101)


“What can I say about the ones of their mind which caress with the belief in that lying sin’s forgiveness? They measure the terms of the Purgatory like using a clock, accounting without fearing of any mistake, as in a abacus, the centuries, the years, the months, the days… Look, for example, a merchant, a soldier, a judge that thinks that, throwing away a little coin emanated from a lot of pillages, it had been forgiven all their sins from the entire life; that so many swearing overrides, so many salacity, so many boozing, fights, crimes, cheating, wiles and betrayals can be overbought, by an arrangement, and atoned in that way that they fell themselves justified to start again others misdeeds.”

“Praise of folly or speech about the praise of the stupidity” translated and notes by Stephan Bezdechi, Bucharest, 1959, p. 61