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behold, the pleasant
and longed-for
spring brings back joyfulness,
violet flowers
fill the meadows,
the sun brightens everything,
sadness is now at an end!
summer returns,
now withdraw
the rigours of winter. ah!
now melts
and disappears
ice, snow and the rest,
winter flees,
and now spring sucks at summer’s breast:
a wretched soul is he
who does not live
or lust
under summer’s rule. ah!
they glory
and rejoice
in honeyed sweetness
who strive
to make use of
cupid’s prize;
at venus’ command
let us glory
and rejoice
in being paris’ equals. ah!