A few wicked and empty poets delude you; while they seek with difficulty to procure their living, they adorn falsehood to be for others under the guise of mystery.  Thence feigning to be smitten by some deity, they sing of his majesty, and weary themselves under his form.  Ye have often seen the Dindymarii, with what a din they enter upon luxuries while they seek to feign the furies, or when they strike their backs with the filthy axe, although with their teaching they keep what they heal by their blood.  Behold in what name they do not compel those who first of all unite themselves to them with a sound mind.  But that they may take away a gift, they seek such minds.  Thence see how all things are feigned.  They cast a shadow over a simple people, lest they should believe, while they perish, the thing once for all proceeded in vanity from antiquity, that a prophet who uttered false things might be believed; but their majesty has spoken nought.

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