Epistolary Garden

Continue therefore to serve your world with your labor,
The rewards of virtue will not desert you, but will soon follow at your heels;
Your fame already flies throughout the whole world,
And your name and praises will remain.

VI.

When it recently happened that I, ignorant as I was, saw the writings of MÜLLER,
And had scarcely read the page,
I was immediately struck with amazement, saying: What is this eloquence of tongue,
From whose mouth has such grace flowed?
The virtues, which a hundred writers would be unable to commend,
This one book contains.
Words of Demosthenes struggling against words,
And wit mixed with wondrous gravity.
I believe, and scarcely doubt, that having returned to life from the Stygian shades,
He has emerged, a Tullius original name for Cicero powerful in the art of eloquence.
Or if there is any truth in the opinion of Pythagoras,
That after their deaths minds inhabit new homes,
You, under whose auspices this learned little book sees the light,
Do you not possess the mind of Cicero?

VII.

It is so: the most pleasing daughter of purple Spring,
Colors the gardens that are flourishing with new grass,
And with flowers and various forms of budding germs;
Here it pours forth emerging lilies with wide lips,
Which surpass the snow in whiteness or Hybla a mountain in Sicily famous for its honey in fragrances;