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[sig. F6v] Theophrastvs Paracelsvs Medicus.

⟪Woodcut Portrait of Paracelsus⟫

Inuentum Medicina meum Paracelsica: mysten
Me quoque sacrorum tot sacra scripta probant.

[sig. F7r] Avrelivs Philippvs Theophrastus Paracelsus, aliâs Bombastius, ab Hohenheim, nobili editus familiâ, Anno M. CCCC. XCIII.

Medicinæ vtriusque Doctor inclytus:
Quam Basileæ annis aliquot publico stipendio,
maximâ cum admiratione professus est:
Primus Novæ ac Spagiricæ auctor Medicinæ:
Quam Archidoxis Theophrastiæ, alijsq́ue libris
editis propemodùm infinitis longè latéue disseminauit:
Qui dira illa vulnera, Lepram, Podagram, Hydropisin, aliáue insanabilia corporis conta-
gia, arte sustulit mirificâ:
Quin & Commentarijs in sacros libros, & præ-
terea quibusdam dogmaticis, post se re-
lictis passim cognitus:
Eremiticæ sectator vitæ:
Suus, quàm alterius, esse desiderans:
Quum bona sua in pauperes distribuenda collocandáue ordinasset:
Fine optato, annos natus XLVII. vitam cum morte commutauit: Anno Christi
M. D. XLI. Septembris
die XXIV.

[sig. F7v] In Theophrastvm Paracelsum Medicum.
Epigrammata. Anonymi.

Corpore talis erat Theophrastus is alter Apollo:
Haud feret Appelles, pectore qualis erat.
Ipse lepram, phtisin, podagram, hydropen abstulit ipse
Hermes ceu, dium fundere nouit Asoth.
Doctor doctorum doctißimus, arte medendi,
Qualibet ac Sophiâ, quam Philotechne colis
Hunc relege, & normas Paracelsi cum Paramiro
Disce: eris hinc omni tutus ab interitu.
Nunc cape per canones Theophrastum cum Paragrano:
Erronum næuos non imitare tetros.
Hunc sequere, & nugas Galeni cum Microtechna,
Et Labyrinthæis linque relinque libris.
Hunc Lyra mireris, Ptolemæe hunc, hunc Stagirita,
Bartole siue legas, siue Auicenna legas,
Huic adpicta vides, nostro benè congrua seclo,
Fatidico quondam quæ dedit ipse sono.
Ecce sinister ibi Doctorculus orbus ocello est,
Gemmam autuḿue gerens, hunc quoque vinclagerunt.
A dextris Medicos Rediutue librośue schedaśue
Tam laceras propter dogmata manca stupes.
Post insigne notat tacito multa abdita sensu:
Per duplicem mandu sphærulam, et octo cruces.
[sig. F8r] Orbibus affixos flores perpende sacratos:
Cur trifida in medio cœlica gemma nitet?
Ad latus omne pias cernis, dicta aurea, voces:
Perpetuò has viuens pectore & ore tulit.
Hoc duce Naturam atque Deum sectabimur vnos
Doctores, animum non vagabunde tuum.
A Ioue princpium, medium, inem quoque duxit:
Commisit soli séue suośue Deo.
Directam ipse suis sacra Biblia fixit amußim
Scriptis: quæ mentis sint monimenta piæ:
Sub quorum æthereos perspexit cortice fructus:
Qui fructus oculos non latuére suos.
Denique Naturæ penetralia nouit alumnæ:
Quod de Alazothe, Sale & Sulphure cuncta creat.
Qvattuor hinc doctâ benè condidit arte Columnas,
Omnibus has posuit, saxea fulcra, Sophis:
Singula quò scitu iucunda & commoda nobis
Non dubiâ fierent obuia plana fide.
Pharmaca nulla fide, sed sensu vera probauit:
Et si animæ constet spéue fidéue salus.
Fidus enim à morbis populośue duceśue Machaon
Ipsa Machaoniâ sæpe leuauit ope.
Quid[v1] moror? hic doctus, verax, miniméue superbu
Pauperibus gratam ferre paratus opem:
Candidus & iustus, tùm castis moribus, almæ
Integrum vitæ ritè peregit iter.
[sig. F8v] Ergo vipero Theophrastomastiges ore
Innocuum nocui ne lacerate virum.
Lumine pro tanto, Medico sit gratia summo:
Ingenio is similes det Theophraste tuo.


Theophrastvs Paracelsvs Veritatis Amatori.

Ille ego qui tantas infracto pectore curas,
Aerumnas, casuśue graues, durośue labores
Exhausi, & crebro vigilatas ordine noctes,
Insanos æstus, immanis frigor a Brumæ
Insidias, structośue dolos, & fœta periclos
Retia sustinui, diriśue imbuta venenis:
Quum terras omnes, & quum maria omnia circum
Ignotas repetens calles, ignota viarum
Compita, præruptośue aditus, imośue recessus
Lustrarem, patrio latè seclusus ab orbe:
Vt generi humano, totíue ut sedulus orbi
Prodessem, lepraśue graues, diraśue podagras,
Herculeaḿue hydram, ac tetræ contagia pestis
Hydropiśue almâ frenarem monstra medelâ:
Ille ego, cui Magni mysteria cognita Mundi,
Tectáue qui densis Naturæ Arcana tenebris
Ante oculos, ante ora hominum cernenda locaui:
Terreno terras erumpens vase reliqui,
Aethereas repetens arces, sacratáue templa,
[sig. G1r] Hîc vbi Dis mistus cœlesti perfruor aulâ:
Intereà & terris animi monimenta reliqui
(Thesaurum ingentem) nostrum testantia nomen.
Quin etiam illustri clarum de lumine lumen
Accendi, radios totum quod spargat in orbem:
Cernere quò possent, quantis erroribus acti
Mortales, alto fuscarint lumina somno:
Hæc sunt, quæ terræ (sic dijs mandantibus) ipse
Munera discedens dederam: pro munere rursus
Quid tribuunt Roades, ingratæ pondera terræ.
Surgentem infesti tentant extinguere famam,
Deformi ut lacerent augustum vulnere nomen,
Ah immane scelus: nostris non Manibus illi,
Nec sacro parcunt cineri, extinctiśue fauillis:
Lurida virsoæ reuomunt conuitia linguæ:
Et rapti furijs, Lethen, Erebuḿue, Stygeḿue,
Tergeminaḿue sonant Hecaten, diraḿue Megæram:
Atque alias in me medijs in faucibus Orci
Vltrices acuunt, toto conamine, belluas:
Flectere dum nequeunt superos, Acheronta fatigant.
Sed misera incassum luctatur turba: cerebrum
Inuidia nequicquam tenues consumet in auras:
Fata obstant, altíue Iouis veneranda vuluntas.
Sunt semel informes disiecti sede Gigantes:
Tetráue fulmineâ traiecit corpora flammâ
Flammiger Idacides: iacet æternuḿue iacebit
[sig. G1v] Obrutus Enceladus, vasti qui pondere montis
Aestuat, & patulis exspirat faucibus ignes.
Quid pergis vires vltra? quid mœnia veri
Ardua, sublimeḿue arcum, firmaśue Columnas,
Tam leuibus pilis, tam fractis concutis armis,
Quisquis es, & nostro tantum te opponis honori?
Parce precor miles, tibi tu mollißime parce:
Si quæris fragili deformem illidere dentem,
Infringes solido, propriâ delusus ab arte.
Quin nec sola mei pugnant monimenta laboris,
Nec sola in terris, nullis ducentibus, errant:
Sed tuta incedunt validis stipata cateruis.
Ecce etenim surgit præclaris sedibus ortum,
Heroum genus, æterni Iouis alta propago:
Quod nomen famaḿue meam, laudeḿue decuśue
Hactenus oppressum, totum diffundet in orbem:
Diuitis ingenij sacriśue tuebitur armis,
Insanos morsus contra, stimulośue furentes:
Hoc celsum celsâ Paracelsum sede locabit,
Nomina perpetuis ornatum clara triumphis.
Nec procul ista dies: video surgentis Eoo
Claros Luciferi radios albescere cœlo.


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  1. Quid] Quit in some copies


English Raw Translation

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My Paracelsian medicine discovered:
I also approve of so many sacred writings of sacred things.

Aurelius Philippus Theophrastus Paracelsus, also known as Bombastus, from Hohenheim, born into a noble family, in the year 1493.

A renowned Doctor of both medicines:
He taught with great admiration in Basel for several years on public salary:
The first author of the New and Spagyric Medicine:
He disseminated it widely and far through his countless published works such as the Archidoxes Theophrastica and others:
He miraculously healed terrible wounds, leprosy, gout, dropsy, and other incurable bodily diseases:
He was widely known for his commentaries on sacred books and some dogmatic writings which he left behind:
A follower of hermit life:
Desiring to be himself rather than someone else:
When he had arranged to place his wealth in the hands of the poor:
At the age of 47, he exchanged his life for death, wishing for the end:
In the year of Christ 1541, on the 24th day of September.


These are epigrams dedicated to Theophrastus Paracelsus, written by an anonymous author:

Theophrastus was such a body, the other Apollo:
As Appelles could not bear, he was such a heart.
He himself removed leprosy, phthisis, podagra, and hydropsy,
Like Hermes, he knew how to pour out the gods.
The most learned doctor of doctors, in the art of healing,
In any science or skill that you cultivate.
Read him again and learn the rules of Paracelsus with Paramirum:
You will be safe from death from here on out.
Now take Theophrastus with Paracelsus through the canons:
Do not imitate the ugly blemishes of the errant ones.
Follow him and leave the nonsense of Galen and Microtechna,
And leave the labyrinthine books.
You admire him with Lyra, Ptolemy, Stagirite,
Whether you read Bartholomew or Avicenna,
You see him depicted, well-suited to our age,
Which he himself once gave with a prophetic sound.
See the little doctor there on the left, blind in one eye,
Or carrying a gem, they have also enslaved him.
On the right, you see doctors, books, and papers,
So torn apart by missing dogmas.
After the sign, he marks many hidden things with silent meaning:
Through a double sphere and eight crosses.
Observe the sacred flowers attached to the orbs:
Why does a threefold gem shine in the middle of the heavenly realm?
On every side, you see pious golden words:
He always bore them with his heart and mouth.
Under his guidance, we will follow Nature and God as one
Teachers, not wandering minds.
He led the beginning, middle, and end from Jupiter:
He committed himself to the sun or his own God.
He himself fixed the sacred Bible directly to his writing:
Which are monuments of a pious mind:
Under the ethereal cortex, he saw the fruits of his labor:
Which fruits did not escape his eyes.
Finally, he knew the secrets of Nature, the foster mother:
Which creates everything from Alazothe, Salt, and Sulfur.
From here, he founded four columns with his well-learned art,
He placed them all, rocky supports, in the hands of the Sophists:
So that every pleasant and useful thing for us to know
Would not become an uncertain, obvious faith.
He approved no remedies by faith but by true senses:
And if the health and salvation of the soul are certain and hopeful.
Faithful from illness and to leaders and people, he often relieved them with Machaon's own help.
Why am I delaying? This learned, truthful, and not at all proud man
Ready to bring pleasant help to the poor:
Candid and just, then with pure morals, he has lived a fully integrated life.
Therefore, with the viper's mouth, Theophrastus-whip,
Do not harm an innocent man.
Let gratitude be given to the great physician for such a light:
May he give similar gifts to your genius, O Theophrastus.