“For many call Thee Father, who
Will not own me as brother too.”

— Walther von der Vogelweide

Dich heizet vater maniger vil,
swer mîn ze bruoder niht enwil.
"Swer âne vorhte, hêrre got", line 4; translation by I. G. Colvin, from James Bruce Ross and Mary Martin McLaughlin (eds.) The Portable Medieval Reader (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977) p. 194.

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Dich heizet vater maniger vil, swer mîn ze bruoder niht enwil.

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Middle High German lyric poet 1170–1230

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