Praestanti viro, dn. Andr. Ruinellae Ioannis f. Praegallo Rheto, philosophiae & medicinae doctori ad solennem actum XIII. Cal. Maii gratulantur amici

Joined with the waters of the Rhine, dear to Apollo:
Where the Castalian spring is, where steep
Parnassus seeks the stars with its twin peaks:
Where truly the pulpits of the Cecropian Athenian/Academic
Flock are present, and where the Academy
Flourishes in a clear city, with a royal name,
Which is the flower of Switzerland, which is the pride of cities.
Here you truly receive the rewards worthy of fervent
Care in your studies, now more truly the Pegasides Muses
Adorn your tender locks.
Look, here is Pantaleo, light of Apollo,
Who equals the Phyllirides Chiron the Centaur in medical cups,
He places the laurel on your green temples
And at the same time inserts it for the Phoebaean poetic/solar bards.
Even though you are noble by the lineage of your race,
And have many strenuous leaders in the militia
And knights rich in the Phryxaean Golden fleece,
And at the same time Doctors skilled in justice,
Who know how to dispense laws equally,
Even if you have famous kin,
Who alone are able to give titles and names
Clear to fate, yet now the splendid glory
Of your own virtue makes you
Shine more clearly than a clear star.
Those who desire to seek glory only from their paternal
Lineage and from long blood,
What, I ask, do they do? There is praise in the origin
Alone for those who do not boast of their own.
But truly, may you flourish now with your own honor,
And may your virtue make you more lasting than bronze.
By this virtue of yours, which fears no fury of the South Wind,
Nor rapid winds, nor the swollen sea,
Which fears no ambushes of living soldiers,
Which fears no barbarism, no swords,
Which alone stands by as a companion in various evils,

Firmum