View source for Poem, 1560-12-01, Alexander von Suchten to Karl Rauhenberger

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| SourceAuthor=Paracelsus
| SourceTitle=Medici libelli
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| SourcePlace=Köln: Gerhard Virendunck for Arnold Birckmann (Erben) 
| SourceDate=1567
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{{Pagemark|sig|※※※3v}} {{MarkupUppercase|Ad D[ominum] Carolum Salisbur|u=v}}gensem &c.

<poem>
Ergo sic perijt Lumen solare, quod omnis
: Vsque Creatur&aelig; fons & origo fuit?
Iamq{{EditAbbr|ue}} salutifero pro Melle Venena bibentes,
: Vltra Hominum nugas credimus esse nihil?
Non me vana mouet titubantis opinio Vulgi,
: Quod nihil in C&oelig;lo, nil Acheronte videt.
"Quà nos cunq{{EditAbbr|ue}} trahit {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Deus|u=v}} & Fortuna sequamur:
: Omnis apud Superos, Carole, nostra salus.
{{Pagemark|sig|※※※4r}} Litera pr&aelig;cipites sed nos dedit ipsa, nec vsquam est
: Qui sapit, hoc tanta est tempore plaga {{MarkupSmallcaps|Dei}}."
Multa quide{{EditAbbr|m}} scripsit sub Apollinis arte Galenus,
: Et sua non paruum dogmata pondus habent:
"Sed mera Verba, iuua{{EditAbbr|n}}t nos Arsq{{EditAbbr|ue}} Fides{{EditAbbr|´que}} mede{{EditAbbr|n}}di:
: Fallitur e Chartis qui petit Aeger opem.
A C&oelig;lo Medicina venit, Superum{{EditAbbr|´que}} fauore,
: Cognita perpaucis Vatibus antè fuit."
Hanc illi sanctè coluere, nefasq{{EditAbbr|ue}} putarunt
: Sacra rudi Populo notificare {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Dei}}.
Hinc Magicas artes inuenit docta Vetustas,{{Apparatus|Marg|Calomagis origo.}}
: Discipulos illis erudijtq{{EditAbbr|ue}} suos.
Quis {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Deus|u=v}}? & C&oelig;lum quanam ratione vagetur,
: Afficiens radijs Inferiora fuis?
Quomodo Principium rerum fuit vna potestas,
: Sitq{{EditAbbr|ue}} Creatoris Mundus imago sui:
Ad quam factus Homo, totum complectitur Orbem,
: Qua licet &aelig;terno participare {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Deo}}.
Principijs rerum, fama est, donaria Perses
: Immolat, & C&oelig;li Lumen vtrumq{{EditAbbr|ue}} colit.
Qui multos fallunt, motus septemplicis Orbis.
: Tradidit hos veros ingeniosus Atlas.
Monstrauit populo Medicas Epidaurius herbas,
: Nunc quoq{{EditAbbr|ue}} non paruum Balsama nomen habent.
"Scilicet his olim titulis Vatesq{{EditAbbr|ue}}, Magiq{{EditAbbr|ue}},
: Admonitos summi nos voluere Boni.
At nos consilium Veterum fugit, atq{{EditAbbr|ue}} proteruè
: Insciti&aelig; nostros insimulamus Auos?"
{{Pagemark|sig|※※※4v}} Qu&aelig;q{{EditAbbr|ue}} triplex noxa est, simplex Sapientia, nodis,
: Turpiter hanc nostro scindimus arbitrio.
Hinc Sacra Christiadu{{EditAbbr|m}} laceramus, & omnibus horis
: Quilibet inuentis polluit ipsa nouis.
Fatorumq{{EditAbbr|ue}} expers & captus imagine Veri,
: Quid Superi faciant, iudicat Astrologus.
Et misce{{EditAbbr|n}}t Ebulu{{EditAbbr|m}} Medici, tame{{EditAbbr|n}} intumet Hydrops,
: Frigida crescentem nec leuat herba sitim.
Ergo {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Deus|u=v}} non est? sunt nescia Sidera Fati?
: Ad Medicam frustra confugit Aeger opem?
Parce {{MarkupAllSmallcaps|Deus|u=v}} vati, tu semper es vnus, & vna est
: Luna voluntati fida Ministra tu&aelig;.
Luna decus nostrum de tot C&oelig;lestibus vna
: Mortales casus aspicit at{{EditAbbr|´que}} leuat.
"Carole crede mihi, donum Medicina Deorum
: Est, apud Eoos inuenienda Magos.
Nec te decipiat, qu&aelig; multos Litera fallit,
: Ante Creatorem, c&aelig;tera nosse, suum.
Quem simul ac nôris, dabit hic tibi cu{{EditAbbr|n}}cta roganti,
: Nectaris & compos cuncti potentis eris."
</poem>

{{MarkupUppercase|Ex fructibus eorum cogno|u=v}}scetis eos, &c.

&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp; A[lexander] à [Suchten] D[antiscanus].

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To Charles of Salzburg

Has the sun's light, the source and origin of all creation, thus perished? And now, drinking poison instead of the healing nectar, do we believe that beyond human trifles there is nothing? I am not swayed by the wavering opinions of the masses, who see nothing in the heavens or in the underworld. "Whither God and Fortune lead us, let us follow; all our salvation lies with the divine, Charles. But the very letter has led us astray, and nowhere can wisdom be found in this time of God's great wound." Indeed, Galen wrote much under the art of Apollo, and his teachings hold no small weight: "But mere words please us, as do the art and faith of healing; the sick man seeking help from written texts is deceived. Medicine comes from the heavens, and with the favor of the gods, was known to but a few seers before." They revered this knowledge and considered it sinful to reveal God's mysteries to the ignorant populace. Thus, learned antiquity invented magical arts and taught them to its disciples. Who is God? And how does the sky move, affecting lower realms with its rays? How was there once a single power that began all things, and the world is an image of its Creator: to which man, encompassing the entire globe, is allowed to participate with the eternal God. It is said that Perses, at the beginnings of things, sacrificed gifts and worshiped both lights of the sky. The ingenious Atlas passed down the true motions of the sevenfold sphere, which deceive many. The Epidaurian showed the people healing herbs, and even now, the name of balsam holds no small significance. "Of course, the prophets and magicians of old, prompted by the highest Good, wanted to warn us with these titles. But we neglect the wisdom of the ancients, and in our arrogance, we accuse our ancestors of ignorance." What is a triple harm in simple wisdom, we disgracefully tear apart with our judgment. Hence, we tear apart the sacred Christian teachings, and anyone pollutes them with new discoveries at all hours. Unaffected by fate and captivated by the image of truth, the astrologer judges what the divine beings do. Doctors mix medicines, yet the dropsy swells, and the cold herb does not alleviate the growing thirst. So, is there no God? Are the stars ignorant of fate? Does the sick man seek medical help in vain? Spare the prophet, O God, for you are always one, and the moon is a faithful servant to your will. The moon alone, of all celestial beings, sees and eases the suffering of mortals. "Charles, believe me, the gift of medicine is from the gods and is to be found among the Eastern Magi. Do not be deceived by the letter that has misled many; know the Creator before all else. Once you know him, he will grant you all you ask for, and you will partake in the power of nectar."

By their fruits you will know them, and so on.

Alexander à Suchten of Gdansk.