Poem, no date (1583), by Jonas Kitzkatz (BP195)
| Author: | Jonas Kitzkatz |
| Type: | Dedication |
| Date: | no date [1583] |
| Pages: | 1 |
| Language: | German |
| Quote as: | https://www.theatrum-paracelsicum.com/index.php?curid=2966 |
| Editor: | Edited by Julian Paulus |
| Source: | Paracelsus, De antimoni tractatus, ed. Jonas Kitzkatz, Hof: Matthaeus Pfeilschmidt 1583, sig. C6r [BP195]
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| Translation: | Raw translation see below |
| Abstract: | The poem praises Theophrastus, likening him to Luther for his teachings and efforts to denounce false practices in both medicine and alchemy. He is portrayed as a hero who leads people away from misleading paths, using theory and practical application to validate his teachings. The text speaks of his honor, recognized by both God and men, and emphasizes his resting place in Salzburg, where he awaits eternal joy. His body may be buried, but his soul continues to live in God's hall. (generated by Chat-GPT) |
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[sig. C6r] In lavdem avthoris.
Gleich wie Luther der Tewre Man/
Jr vil bracht vff die rechte Ban/
Von falscher Abgöttischer weiß/
Daran er sparet gar kein vleiß:
Also Theophrastus der Heldt/
Viel guter Lehren hat gestelt/
Beides in der Medicina/
Vnd darnach in Alchimia.
Den Weg der falschen Medicin/
Fuhrt er gleich eim Sturmwind dahin.
Richtt auff Theoricam mit raht/
Bewiß dieselbig mit der That.
Deßgleichen nicht mehr kompt auff Erd/
Von Gott vnd Menschen so geehrt.
Zu Saltzburg er begraben leidt/
Erwartend der Ewigen Freud.
Sein Leib der Erden er befahl/
Sein Seel lebt jtzt in Gottes Saal.
Ionas Kitzcatius.
English Raw Translation
Generated by ChatGPT-4 on 14 August 2023. Attention: This translation is a machine translation by artificial intelligence. The translation has not been checked and should not be cited without additional human verification.
In praise of the author.
Just as Luther, the dear man,
With much effort, brought to the right ban
The false idolatrous way,
In which he spared no effort:
So Theophrastus, the hero,
Has set down many good teachings,
Both in medicine
And afterward in alchemy.
The path of false medicine,
He leads away like a storm wind.
He builds up the theory with advice,
Proves the same with deeds.
Likewise, no more comes upon Earth,
So honored by God and men.
In Salzburg he lies buried,
Awaiting eternal joy.
His body he commended to the earth,
His soul now lives in God's hall.
