Maecenas, atavis edite Regibus

Frederick, royal knight,
If I only thought I might
Beg a tiny house, in which
I might keep my coffer, rich
In the store of silver that thy bounty deigns to give,
I would beg for this!
Do not take my prayer amiss!
For I suffer in thy land
Scorn and threats on every hand.
I will try my utmost to deserve it, while I live
Here beneath the skies.
When I die, to God that's o'er us
I will sing thy Song of Praise among the heavenly Chorus,
So that far and wide thou shalt be known in Paradise!