Epithalamion protreptikon

Johannes Wacker, Medical Doctor, who now acts as physician of the city of Colmar. He is the brother-in-law of the Bridegroom himself.

Vuecker, now is the time for your honors to be spoken:
Come, to be counted among our guests.
I will sing a few things about you: but not unworthy of mention:
Am I mistaken? or will you be a wedding guest at the bridal chamber?
Basel, the land fertile in men of learning,
And the seat and lodging of the Muses, bore you.
Pious Basel, under the teacher Plater,
Imbued you with art: whose father was an honorable man.
Finally, snatched by the pleasant love of the Pierians the Muses,
You seek the foreign Lyceums of the Muses of your own accord:
And called home from the Oenotrian Italian shores as a Doctor,
You hold the first rods of the tender flock.
From there you fixed your seat in the city of Colmar:
And you act as the mild physician of the city's studies.
Pleasing to the people in fame: and pleasing to the Senate:
As talkative fame reports to us about you.
What free time is given to you meanwhile from the sick:
"(Doctors do not always have those whom they might heal:
"And that thing is a memorable gift, and work of God,
"Who now gives diseases: now makes them recover:)"
That you are accustomed to while away by composing books:
And your composed writings smell of oil alluding to the "midnight oil" of scholars.
A very large volume recently went to the Caesarean Court,
Read concerning the rites of the medical art.
You brought back a rich reward for the book sent:
If prodigal fame does not come with a lie.
"Go on, age, to extend the fame that will live through writings:
"Thus, good fame will survive after death."

And both secondary and adverse health is from the Lord. 1 Corinthians 11: When we are judged, we are corrected by the Lord, so that we may not be condemned with the world. And David, Psalm 119: It is good for me, O Lord, that you have humbled me: so that I might learn your justifications.

A correction from a false petty-peculi to a true one.