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.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars