TO ANDREAS LIBAVIUS, PHYSICIAN, POET, PHILOSOPHER,

By M. Ioannes Rosefeldus, Poet Laureate.

Fame sees that the poems of LIBAVIUS are to see the light,
O good fame, you who will not lack your own trustworthiness.
Who will not taste of Libavius's genius, and with golden lips,
Nay, more than golden, will press kisses upon his cheeks?
You must only ripen. Do not let cruel delay destroy us.
If delay is ever ungrateful, this is ungrateful delay.
Your poems alone will bring light to the light, alone,
Which it is better to marvel at than to celebrate.

BY M. IOHANNES HARTMANNUS, Poet Laureate. Andreas Libavius, Acute Philosopher, Physician, And Imperial Poet Laureate.

BOTH Sage and Rhetor, you are praised more than enough everywhere.
With a resonant voice you sing sweet, lovely Epics.

M. HULDRICUS BUCHNERUS of Wertheim, Poet Laureate. Andreas Libavius, O divine praise of the city, O healthy wave.

YOU who join the medical art successfully with the metric,
Where the beautiful walls of Rothenburg shine:
YOU ARE THE DIVINE PRAISE OF THE CITY, and the ample fame of the school,
A great ornament of medicine and the Pierian related to the Muses arts.
O powerful medicine, O HEALTHY WAVE, which flows
From the Olario lake itself, with Phoebus Apollo, god of poetry driving it.