Text.BP215.A1v/Translation
From Theatrum Paracelsicum
Sonnet
No mind would ever have found Anticyra beneficial
That would divide the care of bodily health in two,
Assigning to the barber the outward breach,
And the inward ruin to the physician’s office.
Whether the falling sickness threatens a structure
Through natural defects or violent assaults,
Does not a single architect then provide
Plaster and remedy both for wound and fault?
Modern antiquity, a blind carpenter,
Scattered this noble art into a threefold trade,
Which your learned practice today restores to us.
What honor, Dariot, have you thereby deserved,
If not, as Homer once sang,
That one man such as you is worth many together?
