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Agrippa von Nettesheim, Heinrich Cornelius · 1533

Busconus: but he, unknowing, pities all the arts,
And thus everything thunders in Busconian verse.
He tears Agrippa with miserable bites, thence
The heavy man is called a trifler to himself.
What if, because he flies above everything on a slender pen,
Busconus is therefore the greatest trifler.
Your censure has long been expected throughout the world
That it might give hope of return to the oppressed Arabs likely a reference to scholars of philosophy or eastern wisdom,
This one threatens Agrippa with fire and sword and waves,
He destines him to the Styx, even with the gods unwilling.
What at last have you been able to bring forth, a small mouse?
The matter is turned into laughter, a par glory and honor.
Thus it behooves him who hurls spears at learned muses,
That he may fall, that he may become a fable in the whole world.
Go, turn your weapons against the Pygmies and the cranes;
To them you will be a Caesar, great spirits, a god.
SINCE you hold me suspect of crime, Caesar,
Which the barbarian crowd of Monks persuaded you of:
You order that the palinode kill the innocent book.
But so that you may know the lies and arts of the detractors,
Stop your step, it is just that you show one ear to the innocent,
Since you have already granted the first to the enemy.