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You, who with new and unequaled decorum so many remedies for a bad order, You can well hope for these sands, of the sacred Tagus, those that are made of gold, and the praise that is due to him that a treasure hall of science, with such rich veins of rare warning and health full, joy and laughter of the sick man I cry; that for your industry a broken stone a thousand marbles, a thousand bronzes to your fame will give without invidious competitions; will give you the sky palm, the ground ivy, Well, one and the other already calls you spirit of Apollo in both sciences.
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