Epithalamia in nuptiis ornatissimi humanissimique viri domini m. Ioannis Stridacheri, Tettnangensis, in alma Friburgi Brisgoici schola artium decurionis dignissimi, ethicesque professoris ibidem: et honestissimae, pudicissimaeque virginis Agathae Schnelliae, Tettnangensis

as much as he is accustomed to fear in the middle of the month. Soft sleep, the conqueror of cares, held me, and my limbs lay spread out over the whole couch, when with a murmur the air suddenly shuddered with wings, and the double doors of the chamber sounded with a noise. I wake up, sleep is shaken from my cold breast, half-dead I tremble, and I place my extended arms under my chin, thinking that I am seeing specters in the trembling light: and I was shaking my limbs, loose with fear, no differently than if a doe has seen a wolf and a dog, or a hind a lion, and has feared for the loss of her life. Immediately, Cupid, wonderful in his art, with his face and features changed, stood before my eyes, bearing a shimmering hairband on his golden hair, parted at his snowy neck, charming with his eyes: a brooch with a distinguished bite fastened his throat, and a wrinkled crown encircled his tunic; a jeweled necklace hung around his neck, behind his shoulders then a threatening quiver, and a bow on his left hand, but the power of a scepter had been entrusted to his right: and a snowy garment covered the rest of his body. And soon he broke the silences of the night with such a voice; the boy of Gnidus a cult center of Aphrodite tossed these words from his shining mouth: May you be happy, O studious cultivator of the sisters of Libethra the Muses, and send forth the wavering fear from your limbs. I am not so misshapen that I could perhaps be held in contempt by you, or that you might wrinkle the forehead of Cato the elder, symbol of Roman austerity; I do not have a truculent face, nor eyes horrible to behold, such as your care, Pallas, has, Medusa’s