_[29] But, though Wright is unwilling to refuse Map such
honour as may accrue to his fame from the composition, we have little
reason to regard it as his work. The song was clearly written at
Pavia--a point inexplicably overlooked by Wright in the note appended
to stanza 9--and the Archbishop-elect of Cologne, who is appealed to
by name in stanza 24, was Reinald von Dassel, a minister of Frederick
Barbarossa. This circumstance enables us to determine the date of the
poem between 1162 and 1165. When the _Confession_ was manipulated for
English readers, _Praesul Coventrensium, Praesul mibi cognite_, and _O
pastor ecclesiae_ were in several MS. redactions substituted for
_Electe Coloniae_. Instead of _Papiae_, in stanza 8, we read _in
mundo_; but in stanza 9, where the rhyme required it, _Papiae_ was
left standing--a sufficient indication of literary rehandling by a
clumsy scribe. In the text of the _Carmina Burana_, the _Confession_
winds up with a petition that Reinald von Dassel should employ the
poet as a secretary, or should bestow some mark of his bounty upon
him.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 29: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.]

THE CONFESSION OF GOLIAS.

No. 5.

Boiling in my spirit's veins
With fierce indignation,
From my bitterness of soul
Springs self-revelation:
Framed am I of flimsy stuff,
Fit for levitation,
Like a thin leaf which the wind
Scatters from its station.

While it is the wise man's part
With deliberation
On a rock to base his heart's
Permanent foundation,
With a running river I
Find my just equation,
Which beneath the self-same sky
Hath no habitation.

Carried am I like a ship
Left without a sailor,
Like a bird that through the air
Flies where tempests hale her;
Chains and fetters hold me not,
Naught avails a jailer;
Still I find my fellows out,
Toper, gamester, railer.

To my mind all gravity
Is a grave subjection;
Sweeter far than honey are
Jokes and free affection.
All that Venus bids me do,
Do I with erection,
For she ne'er in heart of man
Dwelt with dull dejection.

Down the broad road do I run,
As the way of youth is;
Snare myself in sin, and ne'er
Think where faith and truth is;
Eager far for pleasure more
Than soul's health, the sooth is,
For this flesh of mine I ca