The First Book of Logical Exercises by Andreas Libavius

But I do not order you to listen to just anyone who calls,
Nor to go without counsel on just any path.
The Berecynthian hero referring to Paris or a figure of folly seemed to have been wise to himself;
But he stupidly bears the shameful signs of the long-eared one the donkey.
After the pulpits resounded with Socratic sayings,
And the very sharp Aristotle unfolds his riches,
The logical work grew, and flowing from a Greek fountain
It found a burning thirst in the Oenotrian Italian mouth.
But indeed, when the Ardalides the Muses came,
Roused from their first homes, the fierce
People of the Gauls, and the Teutonic fields far away;
Learned Greece also pleased;
Nor was the Latin muse lesser in our prayers:
Until RAMUS, torn from the stony tree a play on his name, Petrus Ramus, often associated with the rock of logic,
Ambitiously sweated out logical waters.
The volumes of the silent Stagirite Aristotle were discovered,
Alas, having hidden their own strengths too much.
That Ramus is to be remembered forever for the art of logic,
Having brought into the light what was almost lost in neglect.
Now therefore it is pleasing to have been wiser more fervently, just as the
Divine brain-born one Athena/Minerva looked upon us more purely.
Not otherwise did the trust of the old acorn perish,
Which had scraped the throat too much for a long time,
After the barns of the sickle-bearing goddess Ceres swelled
With harvests, and they forgot the oak-famine.