Satyra.

We weigh evaluate the dogmas, and reject the wicked hope of merits,
As well as the vows and state of the monks,
And whatever undermines and takes away the merit of Christ:
We do not ask for pardon and help from the saints,
Content with our Father, and Christ as our intercessor:
And we restore sacred signs to their ancient splendor:
And we hold marriage in apostolic praise:
Conversely, base fornication is condemned by us,
And things that chaste ears cannot bear to hear,
Are carried on in your kingdom, Cerberus a mythological multi-headed dog guarding the underworld, used here as a metaphor for the papacy, without shame:
We are heard to be heretics everywhere by you, and our writings
Are condemned. But how unjustly, even a mole could see,
And with what hatred of Christ, and love of wickedness and fraud.
We are not heretics: but you are blind, and yours,
Who despise Christ the mediator, and into
His office you rush violently, and with all
(As much as is in you) strip Him of the glory that has been gained
By insane cults, studies, and idol-mania original: "idolomanijs"; obsessive devotion to idols.
You also seduce peoples, and send them to Orcus the underworld,
Not we. And from that comes profit for you, gain, and honor,
While poverty and infamy vex us,
With you caring sufficiently for the dire host of the shorn monks and clergy.
Nor are we alone condemned, or proscribed by you,
But the divine oracles of the holy scriptures rather,
The ancient prophets, Christ, and Paul, and Peter.
Why then would your blind condemnation move us?
Whom would your brute thunderbolts frighten, if pious? Who would not