 Now that duty compels me,
in select and brief verses,
to show my gratitude for that eminent honour
with which you have overwhelmed us, august prince,
I delve deep into my thoughts
for an inspiration.I rack my brains,
consider, reflect, but find nothing
I involve Phoebus and the muses to my aid;
they all appear before me
shamefaced and with broken lyres.I ask the reason
for such confusion, and see them mute;
and after a thousand or so bruning sighs
one thus replies