Ecce
gratum Behold,
the pleasant
et optatum and
longed-for
Ver reducit gaudia, spring brings back joyfulness,
purpuratum
violet flowers
floret pratum, fill
the meadows,
Sol serenat omnia. the
sun brightens everything,
Iamiam cedant tristia! sadness
is now at an end!
Estas redit,
Summer returns,
nunc recedit now
withdraw
Hyemis sevitia. the
rigours of winter. Ah!
Iam liquescit Now
melts
et decrescit and disappears
grando, nix et cetera; ice,
snow and the rest,
bruma fugit,
winter flees,
et iam sugit and
now spring sucks at summer’s breast:
Ver Estatis ubera; a
wretched soul is he
illi mens est misera, who
does not live
qui nec vivit, or
lust
nec lascivit
under summer’s rule. Ah!
sub Estatis dextera.
Gloriantur They glory
et letantur and
rejoice
in melle dulcedinis, in
honeyed sweetness
qui conantur, who
strive
ut utantur to
make use of
premio Cupidinis:
Cupid’s prize;
simus jussu Cypridis at
Venus’ command
gloriantes let
us glory
et letantes and
rejoice
pares esse Paridis. in
being Paris’ equals. Ah!
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