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And when the most distinguished and learned man, Lord Antonius Schneberger of Zurich, second to none among the physicians of Krakow (whom I mention the more willingly because he, mindful of his homeland, treated both me and my brother Jacob with a singular kindness), when he, I say, wanted to confer some gift upon me in the name of the absent Lords Peter and Stanislaus Miscowski, you yourself offered to be the sponsor. And in this way, you returned the ball sent by my father as adeptly as I received it after my father departed from this life. But (to transfer this analogy of Seneca’s to myself now), see how much slower and inferior I am in hitting it back. As soon as I touched my homeland, I began to think long and hard about performing my duty, and it seemed to me that I would earn greater favor with you if I were to take some writing of my father’s—of which he left quite a few—from his library and dedicate it to your name, rather than if I had sent either a gold or silver antidōron reciprocal gift. For since everything that has come from my father has always been most welcome to you, I thought it would be most of all if, in return for your favors with which you have affected me, thanks were given in the name of him for whose sake you did them.