His temples now let holy Ebro bind With ivy evergreen and olive white, And with acanthus golden, may he find In joyous song his fame forever bright: The fruitful Nile hath his renown resigned, For Ebro's ancient worth to such a height PEDRO DE LIÑÁN'S[142] subtle pen doth lift, Sum of the bliss which is Apollo's gift. I think upon the lofty soul and rare By DON ALONSO DE VALDÉS[143] possessed, And am spurred on to sing and to declare That he excels the rarest and the best; This hath he shown already, and more clear By the elegance and grace wherewith his breast He doth reveal, with bitter pangs distraught, Praising the ill that cruel Love hath wrought. Before an intellect in wonder bow, Wherein all that the wish can ask is found. An intellect, that though it liveth now On earth, is with the pomp of Heaven crowned; All that I see and hear and read and know Of PEDRO DE PADILLA[144] the renowned, Whether he treat of peace or war's alarm, Brings fresh delight and wonder by its charm. GASPAR ALFONSO,[145] thou who wingst thy flight Unto the immortal realms, so orderest That I can scarce thy praises all recite, If I must praise thee as thou meritest; The pleasing, fruitful plants that on the height Of our renowned Parnassus find their nest, All offer wealthy laurels for a crown To circle and adorn thy brows alone. Of CRISTOVAL DE MESA[146] I can say That to your vale he will an honour be; While he is living, nay, when life away Hath fled, still ye can praise him fittingly; His lofty weighty style can win to-day Renown and honour, and the melody Of his heroic verse, though silent fame Remain, and I remember not his name. DON PEDRO DE RIBERA[147] doth, ye know, Wealth to your banks, and beauty, shepherds, bring, Wherefore give him the honour that ye owe, For I will be the first his praise to sing: His virtue, his sweet muse doth clearly show A noble subject, where, on noisy wing, Fame, hundred thousand fames, their powers might spend And strive his praises only to extend. Thou, who didst bring the treasure manifold Of verse in a new form the shores unto Of the fair fruitful stream, whose bed of gold Maketh it famous wheresoe'er it flow, Thy glorious fame I promise to uphold With the applause and reverence that we owe To thee, CALDERA,[148] and thy peerless mind; With laurel, ivy, I thy brows shall bind.