Unto JUAN DE LAS CUEVAS[168] fitting place Give, shepherds, whensoever in this spot He shall present himself. His muse's grace And his rare wit this prize for him have wrought; His works I know, though Time may flee apace, In Time's despite, shall never be forgot, From dread oblivion they shall free his name, Which shall abide with bright and lofty fame. If him ye ever see, with honour greet The famous man, of whom I now shall tell, And celebrate his praise in verses sweet, As one who doth therein so much excel; BIBALDO he--to make my tale complete, ADAM BIBALDO[169]--who doth gild and swell The glory of this happy age of ours With the choice bloom of intellectual powers. E'en as is wont to be with varied flowers Adorned and wealthy made the flowery May, With many varied sciences and powers DON JUAN AGUAYO'S[170] intellect is gay; Though I in praising him might pass the hours, I say but this, that I now but essay, And at another time I shall unfold Things that your hearts with wonderment will hold. DON JUAN GUTIÉRREZ RUFO'S[171] famous name I wish in deathless memory to live, That wise and foolish may alike acclaim In wonderment his noble narrative; Let hallowed Betis give to him the fame His style doth merit, let them glory give To him, who know, may Heaven with renown Equal unto his towering flight him crown. In DON LUIS DE GÓNGORA[172] I show A rare and lively wit that hath no peer, His works delight me, their wealth I bestow Not on myself alone, but everywhere; And if I merit aught, because ye know My love for you, see that your praises bear To endless life his lofty love profound Despite the flight of time and death's cruel wound. Let the green laurel, let the ivy green, Nay, let the sturdy holm-oak crown the brow Of GONZALO CERVANTES,[173] for I ween Worthy of being crowned therewith art thou; More than Apollo's learning in thee seen, In thee doth Mars the burning ardour show Of his mad rage, yet with so just a measure That through thee he inspireth dread and pleasure. Thou, who with thy sweet plectrum didst extol Celidon's name and glory everywhere, Whose wondrous and well-polished verses call Thee unto laurels and to triumphs fair. GONZALO GRACIÁN,[174] take the coronal, Sceptre and throne from her who holds thee dear. In token that the bard of Celidon Deserveth to be Lord of Helicon.