Satyra.

So that it does not devour you, or hand you over to the Diris the Furies and Orcus the underworld:
Or that hunger may not torment you, and destroy the rebels.
What do you answer? What judgment is in your heart?
The whole of Ausonia poetic term for Italy has many, and among the
Germans and Gauls themselves, the Cerberus of the unhappy court,
Who print their own writings, and the pregnant
Nonsense of their own kind: we will dedicate all our work to Christ,
And to the good arts, to languages, and to the studies of the pious:
No matter how much the savage beast barks in its dark cave,
The fates will find a way: and the pious and studious youth
Will seek no less the books printed by us, and will buy them,
Trusting in God, and with Christ as the patron of their studies.
Is this your opinion, Printers? Well done for
This virtue and spirit, O men. Proceed thus forward,
And let not Cerberus with his furious barking ever
Terrify you, so that your presses do not serve Christ and the truth,
And may all industry sweat for good studies.
The King of kings and creator of the world,
Whose cause is at stake, will provide the rewards:
While the monks and the shaven-headed crowd
Complain in vain, and pour forth all their fury.
For the Gospel, like the palm tree that remains green,
Yields to no weights, and instead resists
The gates of Tartarus, and delights to ascend upwards,
And always to extend its strong branches more widely.
The more, therefore, the Cerberus of the Roman city rages,
And reviles you with us using foolish bulls papal edicts:
The more hateful he renders both himself and his own: