BY ALONSO MALAVER,

Prebendary and Chapel Master

in the Great Church

of Villafranca.

In praise of his Master, the Reverend DON

PEDRO CERONE.

Helicon, Parnassus, and the Steed’s Spring original: "Cabalino," referring to Hippocrene, the fountain created by Pegasus,
Sacred temples dedicated to the Muses;
If you have been continually celebrated
By the Lyre of Phoebus Apollo, high and divine:
And if you see your crystalline Museums
So adorned by the Nine The nine Muses;
You are no less exalted now
By the learned and extraordinary CERONE.
Behold your pupil shining,
Like an emerald among rough stones,
Ennobling modern Music.
Therefore, you, his beloved ones, go weaving
A garland of flowers, each of you;
And with sweet song, go placing it upon him.

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By Christoval Lainez.

He who is most worthily crowned
By the evergreen tree The laurel, which was in vain
So wept for by the tender lover Delio Apollo, in pursuit of Daphne,
Should move his tongue and hand in your praise,
My dear CERONE, celebrating
Your genius and your knowledge, so sovereign:
Not I, who falling back and rising up,
Go limping along the stiff path;
On whose summit you are already resting.
For although the pure light of your burning flame
Could clear and undo
The dark shadow and the cold mist within me;
To join my voice where your valor calls it,
Next to the voices of your illustrious fame,
Would be to join a small river to the sea.
Therefore, to flee such certain folly
As painting such high virtues so poorly,
The more I prize them, the more I withdraw.
Others will celebrate—since you have so many
Indebted to you through so many diverse lands—
One of the many virtues you contain.
Those of Parnassus, celebrated by you,
Making you worthy of eternal life,
Will show they are neither mute nor silent.
Italy, grateful to your memory,
Will sing your name perpetually,
Among those who make her known.
The Brembo A river in Lombardy, Cerone's homeland will lift its haughty brow,
Adorned with shining emeralds,
Murmuring your glory in its current.
And carrying its course to the sacred sea,
PEDRO will resound in the Gulf of Adria The Adriatic Sea;
And from there, it will be spread to India.
With a great feast, your noble fatherland
Will celebrate your name in this Era,
Without any error and without idolatry.
O fertile fruit, O true glory,
Through whom, from the native Brembo with great light,
Right-handed fame rises to the high Sphere.
As long as the Sun illumines the whole orb,
And the tribute of the great Serio Another river in Bergamo goes to the sea,
You shall have the deserved summit of honor.
Through your labor you shall reach the fruit
So desired, which virtue distributes;
For there shall be no mountain that is mute because of you.
By your valor, by your science and art,
Now that Song is without harshness,
You leave an eternal name in every part.
You raise Music to its height,
And reduce it to its most perfect state
By singular study and by skill.
Among excellent men you shine,
More than the bright Sun of the celebrated Choir;
For behind you, for this reason, you lead them.
May Pincia The Latin name for Valladolid offer you rich and great treasure;
And if Jubal The biblical inventor of musical instruments were alive, with his hand,
He would certainly raise a golden statue to you.
If honest occupation was never in vain;
The whole world owes to PEDRO CERONE
As much as it owes to the Venetian Musician Likely referring to Zarlino or Willaert.
Apollo and all you nine Sisters,
Gird his brow with an immortal crown:
And let Amphion bring him the richest tribute,
Along with Linus, Arion, Orpheus, and others of Helicon.

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By Iuan Pedro Huraneo.

Apollo and Menodante Likely a reference to Midas or Marsyas, who challenged Apollo contended
Over who excelled most in song:
Apollo showed himself much more skilled,
As he was always elegant in Music.
And as he remained victor and triumphant,
He sought to take vengeance;
And for his foolish intent, into a wild beast
He transformed the daring and arrogant one.
But Apollo did not do much in such a struggle,
Nor is his victory worthy of a high triumph,
For (being a God) he puts no labor into it.
Though he knew very well whom he was dealing with:
For certainly he would not have gained such glory,
If the contest had been with CERONE.