Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
What cannot be said will be wept.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided