An epigram to the same Magnificent Lord Palatine from Stanislaus Hosius, his humble and most devoted client.
Palatine ornament of the fatherland, supreme hope of the realm,
To whom virtue has given a great name throughout the world;
Whose fame has reached even the far distant British;
whose praises this whole page could not contain;
Whom the immortal Erasmus has snatched from brutal death
(Erasmus, whose blessed tongue suffers you not to die);
Renowned Palatine hero of the realm, by name, by faith,
And by your good old ways, the Carrier of Christ;
Behold: Cox, the foremost hope of our Lyceum,
Now offers you this illustrious memorial of his king,
Namely, the book in which his invincible prince
Replies to raving Luther's honeyed sword.
For he knows that you are wont to grow pale over your books,
especially those in which religion is upheld;
And he knows this too for certain, just how much favour you enjoy
Both from our own and from the English prince.
Moreover, a bishop has given the spur to the runner –
Bishop Krzycki, that lover of religion,
For which he would not hesitate to die even a cruel death
In fulfilling the duty of a true pastor.
Therefore he thought these things should rightfully be dedicated
to you before all others,
Provided you accept the proffered gift with favourable mien,
And deign, I beseech you, great hero, to render me,
Though never deserving, worthy of your favour.