In Eundem Scazon.[136]

Huc, hospes, oculos flecte, sed lacrimis caecos, Legit optime haec, quem legere non sinit fletus. Ars nuper et natura, forma, virtusque Aemulatione fervidae, paciscuntur Probare uno juvene quid queant omnes, Fuere tantae terra nuper fuit liti, Ergo huc ab ipso Judicem manent coelo.

TRANSLATION.

Stranger, bend here thine eyes, but dim with tears; Whom weeping blinds, best reader here appears. Art, Nature, Beauty, Virtue, all agree, Contending late with a warm rivalry, To show what in one youth all join'd would be. So great the strife they caus'd on earth of late, That here from heaven itself the Judge they wait. R. WI.