Proseuticum for Frederick III for the Apollonian Laurel

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Filling the granary with fruit-bearing harvests,
He will not be able to conquer the brave Caesar.
And he who smiles with a rich abundance of his right hand,
Scorched by Libyan heats,
Which is like the margin of a curved horn the Horn of Plenty,
He will not be able to conquer the brave Caesar.
He who has a heart of wild anger,
And the race born under the icy stars the North,
Where the raw Sarmatian follows his fathers,
He will not be able to conquer the brave Caesar.
Although the Danube, pressed by Pannonian enemies,
Is sought after for wars through the world,
Then the times will come in a certain order,
And he will be able to recognize the brave Caesar.
Although Orpheus, more learned in Maeonian Homeric song,
Had bent the inhabitants of the Styx,
Compelling the mobile forests to run,
He would not be able to call him the brave Caesar.
And he who, under Latin tenors,
Virgil, the bard, sings the deeds of leaders,
Or one more prompt in the swift song of Naso Ovid,
He will not be able to call him the brave Caesar.
And although I, dried up, sing poems to a thin lyre
Without skill and with few praises,
Yet my bold Muse has decided to compose,
And it could not call him the brave Caesar.
But when he shall have girded me with the green tree laurel,
Adorning my temples with laurel-bearing flowers,
When he shall have given rewards to learned brows,
Then perhaps I shall be able to call him the brave Caesar.