The First Book of Logical Exercises by Andreas Libavius

The trust of armed intellect did not endure the RAMUS,
Vigilant to cut the briars with a magnanimous sickle.
He overturned the thickets leading to no fruit,
He chose the fruit-bearing ones, and arranged them well.
GOD also favored the undertakings, and as soon as the attack was made,
The conquered enemies seized the flight.
A thing hated by starlings, however, and by pigs, and by wild asses.
These creatures sharply lament the injured briars to this day.
They pour out chatter, and prepare to grunt and bray.
They see, of course, that their own delights are perishing,
Which the donkeys were accustomed to use to cast off the weariness of the scabby back,
And to tear at the rough throat.
For the starlings, that place was a nest: He gave cold
Hemlock as fodder to the stupid gluttony.
The pig loves briars. The itch and lust of the pig are not unknown.
His own food drags each one along.
These beasts cook up great angers in their pulsing veins,
And move their lurid beaks against RAMUS.
But they wither away in their own rot. The rotten
Crowd is to be scorned. Let there be lettuce for its own lips.
You who are wise, embrace the opened palms of RAMUS,
Both the juice and the fruit. What you have will be enough.
But neither do the Gauls, in the fervor of teaching, instruct what you might miss,
Who rush like a torrent, and graze the fields too much.