Huc ô sacris circumflua coetibus, Huc ô frequentem, Musa, choris pedem Fer, annuo doctum labore Purpureas agitare cunas. Foecunditatem provocat, en, tuam Maria partu nobilis altero, Prolemque Musarum ministram Egregius sibi poscit infans. Nempe illa nunquam pignore simplici Sibive soli facta puerpera est: Partu repercusso, vel absens, Perpetuos procreat gemellos. Hos ipsa partus scilicet efficit, Inque ipsa vires carmina suggerit, Quae spiritum vitamque donat Principibus simul et Camaenis. Possit Camaenas, non sine numine, Lassare nostras diva puerpera, Et gaudiis siccare totam Perpetuis Heliconis undam. Quin experiri pergat, et in vices Certare sanctis conditionibus: Lis dulcis est, nec indecoro Pulvere, sic potuisse vinci. Alternis Natura diem meditatur et umbras, Hinc atro, hinc albo pignore facta parens. Tu melior Natura tuas, dulcissima, servas-- Sed quam dissimili sub ratione!--vices. Candida tu, et partu semper tibi concolor omni: Hinc natam, hinc natum das; sed utrinque diem. TRANSLATION. TO THE QUEEN. Hither, Muse, and bring again Thy august surrounding train; With measur'd tread of practis'd feet Come, for thou hast learn'd to greet With the voice of loyal cheer A princely cradle year by year. Lo, our noble Queen on thee Calls in fruitful rivalry By another birth; and he, Illustrious infant, needs must have The Muses' offspring for his slave. Never has she yet been known A mother for herself alone, But by a reflected might Even in absence doth delight In twins ever, and while she Thus augments her progeny, And gives vigour to the lyre, She doth at once with life inspire Young princes, and the Muses' quire. These, though not untouch'd they be With the sacred flame, may she Tire in her fruitful deity, And with joys that theirs outrun, Dry at last all Helicon! Sweet is the strife wherein, to prove Her powers, she deigns by rule to move; Nor an unbecoming stain Is the dust that they must gain, Who in such contest can but fight in vain. Nature, o'er day and night alternate dreaming, Brings forth a swart child now, and now a fair: On thee attends, O Queen in beauty beaming, A better Nature, with a rule how rare! Bright as thyself, thine own tend all the selfsame way; A daughter now, and now a son; but each a child of Day. CL. SERENISSIMAE REGINAE LIBRUM SUUM COMMENDAT ACADEMIA.