The world adorning as he comes in view Amongst them an Apollo I behold, GARCIA ROMERO,[214] discreet, gallant too, Worthiest of being in this list enrolled; If dark Peneus' child, whose story true Hath been in Ovid's chronicles retold, Had found him in the plains of Thessaly, Not laurel, but ROMERO[215] would she be. It breaks the silence and the hallowed bound, Pierces the air, and riseth to the sky, The heavenly, hallowed, and heroic sound That speaks in FRAY PEDRO DE HUETE'S[216] cry; Of his exalted intellect profound Fame sang, sings and shall sing unceasingly, Taking his works as witness of her song To spread amazement all the world among. Needs must I now to the last end draw near, And of the greatest deed I e'er designed Make a beginning now, which shall, I fear, Move unto bitter wrath Apollo kind; Since, although style be wanting, I prepare To praise with rustic and untutored mind Two suns that Spain, the country of their birth, Illumine, and moreover all the earth. Apollo's hallowed, honourable lore, Discretion of a courtier mature, And years well-spent, experience, which a store Of countless prudent counsels doth assure, Acuteness of intellect, a ready power To mark and to resolve whate'er obscure Difficulty and doubt before them comes,-- Each of these in these twin suns only blooms. Now, shepherds, I in these two poets find An epilogue to this my lengthy lay; Though I for them the praises have designed Which ye have heard, I do not them repay; For unto them is debtor every mind, From them I win contentment every day, Contentment from them winneth all the earth E'en wonder, for 'tis Heaven gives them birth. In them I wish to end my melody, Yet I begin an admiration new, And if ye think I go too far, when I Say who they are, behold, I vanquish you; By them I am exalted to the sky, And without them shame ever is my due; 'Tis LÁINEZ,[217] FIGUEROA[218] 'tis I name Worthy eternal and unceasing fame. Scarce had the fair nymph ended the last accents of her delightful song, when the flames which were divided, uniting once more, enclosed her in the midst, and straightway, as they were gradually consumed, the glowing fire in a little while vanished, and the discreet muse from before the eyes of all, at a time when already the bright dawn was beginning to reveal her cool and rosy cheeks over the spacious sky, giving glad tokens of the coming day. And straightway the venerable Telesio, setting himself on Meliso's tomb, and surrounded by all the pleasing company who were there, all lending him a pleasing attention and strange silence, began to speak to them in this wise: