He in whose breast a spring that is divine Through him, doth ever copiously abound, To whom his choir of flashing lights incline, And rightly--they their Lord in him have found-- Who should by all, from Ethiop 'neath the Line To Eskimo, with name unique be crowned, DON LUIS GARCERÁN[207] is peerless, bright, Grand Master of Montesa, world's delight. Within this famous vale he should receive A place illustrious, an abode renowned, He to whom fame the name would gladly give Wherewith his intellect is fitly crowned; Be it the care of Heaven to achieve His praise--from Heaven comes his worth profound-- And laud what is beyond my faculties In DON ALONSO REBOLLEDO[208] wise. DOCTOR FALCÓN,[209] so lofty is thy flight That thou beyond the lordly eagle high Dost rise; thy genius unto Heaven's height Ascends, leaving this vale of misery; Wherefore I fear, wherefore I dread aright That, though I praise thee, thou wilt yet espy Cause of complaint in that for nights and days My voice and tongue I use not in thy praise. If e'en as fortune doth, sweet poesy Had but an ever-changing wheel possessed, Swifter in speed than Dian through the sky, Which was not, is not, ne'er shall be at rest, Thereon let MICER ARTIEDA[210] lie-- The wheel unchanged the while amid the test-- And he would ever keep the topmost place For knowledge, intellect, and virtue's grace. The goodly shower of praises thou didst pour Upon the rarest intellects and best. Alone thou meritest and dost secure, Alone thou dost secure and meritest; GIL POLO,[211] let thy hopes be firm and sure, That in this vale thy ashes will find rest In a new tomb by these my shepherds reared, Wherein they will be guarded and revered. CRISÓOBAL DE VIRUES,[212] since thou dost vaunt A knowledge and a worth like to thy years, Thyself the genius and the virtue chant Wherewith thou fleest the world's beguiling fears; A fruitful land and a well-nurtured plant-- In Spain and foreign lands I shall rehearse And for the fruit of thy exalted mind Win fame and honour and affection kind. If like unto the mind he doth display SILVESTRE DE ESPINOSA'S[213] praise must be, A voice more skilled were needed and more gay A longer time and greater faculty; But since my voice he guideth on the way, This guerdon true shall I bestow, that he May have the blessing Delos' god doth bring To the choice flood of Hippocrene's spring.