Happy DON DIEGO, DE SARMIENTO[123] bright, CARVAJAL famous, nursling of our choir, Of Hippocrene the radiance and delight, Youthful in years, old in poetic fire; Thy name will go from age to age, despite The waters of oblivion, rising higher, Made famous by thy works, from grace to grace, From tongue to tongue, and from race unto race. Now chief of all I would to you display Ripeness of intellect in tender years, Gallantry, skill that no man can gainsay, A bearing courteous, worth that knows no fears; One that in Tuscan, as in Spanish, may His talent show, as he who did rehearse The tale of Este's line and did enthral, And he is DON GUTIERRE CARVAJAL.[124] LUIS DE VARGAS,[125] thou in whom I see A genius ripe in thy few tender days, Strive thou to win the prize of victory, The guerdon of my sisters and their praise; So near are thou thereto, that thou to me Seemest triumphant, for in countless ways Virtuous and wise, thou strivest that thy fame May brightly shine with clear and living flame. Honour doth Tagus' beauteous bank receive From countless heavenly spirits dwelling there, Who make this present age wherein we live, Than that of Greeks and Romans happier; Concerning them this message do I give That they are worthy of sepulture here, And proof thereof their works have to us given, Which point us out the way that leads to Heaven. Two famous doctors first themselves present, In Phoebus' sciences of foremost name, The twain in age alone are different, In character and wit they are the same; All near and far they fill with wonderment, They win amongst their fellows so much fame By their exalted wisdom and profound That soon they needs must all the world astound. The name that cometh first into my song, Of the twain whom I now to praise make bold, Is CAMPUZANO,[126] great the great among, Whom as a second Phoebus ye can hold; His lofty wit, his more than human tongue, Doth a new universe to us unfold Of Indies and of glories better far, As better than gold is wisdom's guiding star. Doctor SUÁREZ is the next I sing, And SOSA[127] is the name he adds thereto-- He who with skilful tongue doth everything That free from blemish is and best, pursue; Whoso should quench within the wondrous spring His thirst, as he did, will not need to view With eye of envy learnèd Homer's praise, Nor his who sang to us of Troy ablaze.