Epithalamion pii ac eruditi iuvenis M. Alberti Sulceri, Ecclesiae Christi apud Basilienses ministri, & pudicae virginis Iacobae Beckin

EPITHALAMION

To confess me in your minds,
You will thus be pleasing to God,
You will thus be pleasing to God:
Thus you will draw the prosperous times
Of a longer life.
Until the lamb of God
Brings you to the pious choirs of the faithful
In the throne of the ether,
And to the assemblies of the angels.

CONCORD.

I, Concord, sister of trust,
Join the machine structure/system of heaven, sea, and earth.
Through me, cities thrive, discord falls:
Through me, houses flourish, discord collapses.
The clemency of God is present
To those who agree: and CHRIST, truth itself,
Proves that he is the weight of their vows:
But he flees far from disagreeing men.
What? The small discord of sailors
Leads the ship into great danger.
You, learned bridegroom, and you, bright bride,
Know that you are members of the holy assembly:
Nourish peace with consenting hearts,
Acquired by the innocent blood
Of the lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
Concord puts the savage enemy of peace to flight.
A greater share of guilt remains
In the greater discord: therefore, wise husband, cut off
The seeds of dissension immediately:
Lest, having found roots, they are later raised up
Into trees to be cut down with difficulty,
And bring you greater infamy.
You, bride, be a lover of peace, and direct