Poems

Quoi dono lepidum novom libellum Arida modo pumice expolitum? Corneli, tibi: namque tu solebas Meas esse aliquid putare nugas, Iam tum cum ausus es unus Italorum Omne aevum tribus explicare chartis Doctis, Iuppiter, et laboriosis. Quare habe tibi quidquid hoc libelli, Qualecumque, quod o patrona virgo, Plus uno maneat perenne saeclo.

Now smooth’d to polish due with pumice dry Whereto this lively booklet new give I? To thee (Cornelius!); for wast ever fain To deem my trifles somewhat boon contain; E’en when thou single ’mongst Italians found Daredst all periods in three Scripts expound Learned (by Jupiter!) elaborately. Then take thee whatso in this booklet be, Such as it is, whereto O Patron Maid To live down Ages lend thou lasting aid!

To whom inscribe my dainty tome—just out and with ashen pumice polished? Cornelius, to thee! for thou wert wont to deem my triflings of account, and at a time when thou alone of Italians didst dare unfold the ages’ abstract in three chronicles—learned, by Jupiter!—and most laboriously writ. Wherefore take thou this booklet, such as ’tis, and O Virgin Patroness, may it outlive generations more than one.