LXVI.—Of a Deceitful Peace.

The arranged time comes to our people; there is peace in the world; and, at the same time, ruin is weighing us down from the enticement of the world, (the destruction) of the reckless people whom ye have rent into schism.  Either obey the law of the city, or depart from it.  Ye behold the mote sticking in our eyes, and will not see the beam in your own.  A treacherous peace is coming to you; persecution is rife; the wounds do not appear; and thus, without slaughter, ye are destroyed.  War is waged in secret, because, in the midst of peace itself, scarcely one of you has behaved himself with caution.  O badly fortified, and foretold for slaughter, ye praise a treacherous peace, a peace that is mischievous to you.  Having become the soldiers of another than Christ, ye have perished.

LXVI.---DE PACE SUBDOLA.

Dispositum tempus venit nostris: pax est in orbe; Et ruina simul blandiente saeculo premit. Praecipitis populi, quem in schisma misistis. Aut facite legem civitatis, aut exite de illa. Conspicitis stipulam cohaerentem in oculis nostris, Et vestris in oculis non vultis cernere trabem. 0252A Subdola pax vobis venit, persecutio flagrat. Vulnera non parent, et sic sine caede ruitis. Bellum in absconso geritur, sub pace quod ipsa De vobis vix unus caute se gessit. O male muniti, et in occisione praedicti! Laudatis pacem subdolam, et vobis iniquam. Alterius facti milites, non Christi, peristis.