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Read through what proceeds from the divine mouth of PRUGGMAYR,
For this sophic book contains high things.
Most have given little in all their books,
This book of yours alone gives much.
Therefore, you should view these volumes as better than the rest,
For these true dogmas are sufficient for you.
In vain you stir the divine hand of Timanthes,
O Zoilus; he will never pierce this book for you
With the most mournful color of Tartarus:
Let all Olympus swear; let the caves of the Caucasus
Roar with sharp teeth; even if
The Syrtes of the seas should open: let Neptune raging
With his trident; let Saturnian Jupiter
Now rain down the lightning bolts of his furies
In terrifying sound; let Megara, the carrier,
Pass through all regions; stained with blood and wars
Of Mars at the hearths; the docile mind
Smiles at all these things with a friendly gaze, as if
Zephyrus were playing with witty glances,
And the Goddess Chloris were blooming with sweet roses.
Graz, March 20, 1687.
JOANNES WENCKH, Doctor of Philosophy and Medicine, Physician of the Illustrious Estates of the Duchy of Styria.