nam si nostra fides, saeclo iam tuta quieto, viribus infestis hostilique arte petita est, cur mihi fas non sit lateris sinuamine flexi ludere ventosas iactu pereunte sagittas? sed iam tempus iter longi cohibere libelli, ne tractum sine fine ferat fastidia carmen.
For if our faith, after reaching safety in an age of peace, is attacked with hostile forces and all an enemys skill, why should it not be right for me to bend and turn and parry the shafts so that the shots are vain and ineffectual? But my book is growing long; it is time now to halt its march, lest my song be drawn out endlessly and bring disgust.
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