Prophecy (Vaticinium)

And sweet refuge of philosophy and of gloomy Minerva,
Who fosters the liberal arts and advances the noble
Labors of men, and inflames them with the spurs of honor,
Establishing rewards for virtue, and has always embraced poets
And orators with the highest love,
After the manner of the Pellaean leader, who always held
These formerly in his camp, inflamed by the murmur of fame.
Come, King of the Gauls, Louis, like a divinity,
Will receive you with a placid face, and will foster those
Preserved by his own auspices, and will breathe upon you with his sacred mouth.
And he will give strength to your genius, he will give leisure to the Bard,
Such as Maecenas gave to Flaccus and Augustus to Maro.
With me as guide the way is safe; follow, and take up my commands.
Why do you stand? Lo, hasten, supported by the double protection
Of eloquence and philosophy; behold, huge wars, behold,
You must now sing of arms with a heavier trumpet.

VATICINIVM

When Mainerius had brought these things forth with eloquent mouth,
Then I, revolving the beginnings of such great things,
And how happy would be the signs of the Gauls,
And the leader of the Insubrians barely subdued by bloody Mars,
And the cities captured without slaughter and wound to the Gauls,
And recalling with myself from here and there, more deeply, all
The forces of the Venetians and the brave deeds of the Senate,
And so many spoils, and so many trophies won from the enemy,
While Gaul saw the kings unanimous with the Venetians,
And also Cremona, of its own accord, submitting to the scepters
Of the August prince, than whom no other was more wise