As if we had never been
May no one blame me that I write so much about insignificant people, sisters, brothers, relatives, neighbours, burghers, peasants, youth, about domestic, simple, and childish things, and about myself. For who will do it if we don't? In the Bible, in the Roman histories and chronicles, in the Holy Scriptures, in the seven liberal arts, and in the other arts and philosophers and poets once cannot really find us. Therefore, if my book and records are preserved and continued, our descendants will also know something to say about us; otherwise, it will be as if we had never been....