Epithalamion in nuptias eruditi et pii iuvenis Ioannis Oldendorpii secundi, celeberrimi huius temporis iurisconsulti, & consiliarii principis Hassiae primarii, doctoris Ioannis Oldendorpii, filii: et castissimae virginis Christinae, reverendi viri Ioannis Soniceri theologiae doctoris, et linguarum in celebri Academia Marpurgensi professoris, filiae

AS I was recently entering the ridges near the Iron Mountain Referring to the Eisenberg near Marburg, to lighten the cares and sadness of my mind, suddenly, trembling, I hear shrill whispers, mixed with which was a sweet song. I am captivated by the miraculous sweetness of the smooth-sounding chant, not knowing what the noise and the song meant for itself. Behold, the Muses were present, led by Apollo himself, and each one touched his own lyre with a plectrum. As Phoebus sees me sad under the shady covering, he addresses such words to me with a gentle voice. Why, I ask, do you gaze at the empty oaks with a tearful breast, and grieve that they are lacking in fruit? I pray, cast far away the soul-consuming sorrows. Let the pigs lament their own public losses. This disaster will be restored in the coming year, and a greater abundance of wine will grow, he says. Rather, be cheerful, and drive away sad complaints; that day demands liquid joy. For the wedding torches of Mars are being celebrated in the city, and there an honest virgin will wed a pious suitor. We shall celebrate the bond of their marriage in order, composing happy songs with a joyful sound. We wish for these to be spread with you as a leader, and to be read through the whole world, not without praise for the lineage of both. Therefore, ensure that this happens, for we entrust that to you, so that this song of ours may sound in the city of Mars. Immediately, therefore, they soothe the air with these harmonies, and Apollo dictates these verses to me.

Let the assembly of the learned gather from all sides, and seek the high summits of the Oldendorpian house,