Cleomedis Meteora Graece et Latine (Balfour 1605)

In the hiding places of one chest, without any ending vindicator,
Of a wandering reed, unknown to the Sophists, in the tract:
Not (so that the shades of the fathers may be without crime softly)
Because inertia would delay the watchful movements of the mind,
And sluggishness would draw out delay, a thing obvious to few
Solicitously exercised many, for all one study of praise
Ignites, but the forces under an unusual weight,
And under the excessive mass of the moderate they fail.
Hence glory, hence the name fortune wished to augment for you,
Who first into the hidden things of such a great writer, in sense
Sharp, and in the acuteness of talent you had penetrated:
You have betrayed the intimate secrets of Nature with fruitful
Cares that solicit you among so many holidays.
So that the author, who lay inglorious for so many ages,
Safe and happy with a born interpreter, may gather fame,
And may now be worn noble in the whole world.
That you may have labored at the work of such an art, but one
By your sweat you have finished it, and let all that victory
Yield to your palm alone, to be the end of joy
For yours are the joys common with you which carry themselves in such births.
And piously you embrace the fatherland with an august birth
And you call it into the part of praise, we rejoice shouting
And whatever friends virtue has joined to you
We are distracted, nor does any part impute itself to the eyes
Of pleasant sense, the whole nourishes the marrows with fire.
Meanwhile, we are fixed in prayers for you, on you
With mind, with soul, with the whole breast we hang, forgetful of our own,
Nor does the sudden change, which previously whatever things lying
Erected, and the habit of the prior talent
Is placed, while it passes the accustomed arts
Of the affection and study of yours, let the paper of the edict
Hide itself, let every voice be silent, and the dry formula of Law,
It is pleasant to serve a beloved companion.
Whom love joined from the first threshold of life
Born late under the Northern bank
Where the Taus River Tay in Scotland, creeping astray, fish-filled
Circuits with a winding bend many villas on the margin,
Associating cities with cities, and much it serves the resounding
Ocean with waters; in the entering years
And what childhood born at home joined to a certain
Covenant of friendship, the longer the age went out,
The more firmly it prevailed, nor shall any force separate it.