Proseuticum for Frederick III for the Apollonian Laurel

And when they saw Phoebus the sun with a near torch
And the stars fixed in the sky
Typhoeus a monstrous giant with a vast voice warns his accomplices
To engage the King of the heavens
But he, looking upon the haughty breasts
With a gentle face, laughed
Demanding with his reddened hand the three-forked
Thunderbolts of the fierce Cyclopes
And soon both poles thundering with the flashing
Lightning bolt of the angry Jupiter
Hurled the bold ones in war under the rocks of Trinacria Sicily
With eternal fires
So may you desire to act, Caesar and King Jupiter
With the holy assembly of princes
Attacking the hostiles threatening the sky, brave one,
Pressing the tyrants, famous one
Who had stood closer to our sky by now
And were desirous of the highest Jupiter
So may the ruler of great Olympus and the arbiter of the world
Help you, brave Caesar
While we discern the wandering stars in the sky
Rising in fixed turns
While the icy bear is fixed on its pivot
Not dipping into the sea
While the scaly fish exults in the ocean
And the grasses grow in the meadows
And while the fierce Rhine with its three-fold whirlpool
Irrigates the rich cultivated lands
While the winding Danube keeps its curves
Striking the shores of the Getae ancient people of the lower Danube

With perpetual praise you will be sung in the new world
Caesar: to be about to have long honors into eternity.