excidit ergo animis eremi sitis, excidit ille fons patribus de rupe datus, quem mystica virga elicuit scissi salientem vertice saxi? angelicusne cibus prima in tentoria vestris fluxit avis, quem nunc sero felicior aevo vespertinus edit populus de corpore Christi? his vos inbutos dapibus iam crapula turpis Luxuriae ad madidum rapit inportuna lupanar, quosque viros non Ira fremens, non idola bello cedere conpulerant, saltatrix ebria flexit! state, precor, vestri memores, memores quoque Christi.
Have you forgotten, then, the thirst in the desert, the spring that was given to your fathers from the rock, when the mystic wand split the stone and brought water leaping from its top? Did not food that angels brought flow into your fathers tents in early days, that food which now with better fortune, in the lateness of time, near the end of the worlds day, the people eats from the body of Christ? And it is after tasting of this banquet that you let shameful debauchery carry you relentlessly to the drunken den of Indulgence, and soldiers whom no raging Wrath nor idols could force by war to yield have been prevailed on by a tipsy dancer! Stand, I pray you. Remember who ye are, remember Christ too.
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