Rose of beauty and fine appearance And flower of happiness and pleasure, lady of most merciful bearing, And Lord for relieving all woes and cares; Rose of roses and flower of flowers, Lady of ladies, Lord of lords.
Such a Mistress everybody should love, For she can ward away any evil And she can pardon any sinner To create a better savor in this world. Rose of roses and flower of flowers, Lady of ladies, Lord of lords.
We should love and serve her loyally, For she can guard us from falling; She makes us repent the errors That we have committed as sinners: Rose of roses and flower of flowers Lady of ladies, Lord of lords.
This lady whom I acknowledge as my Master And whose troubadour I’d gladly be, If I could in any way possess her love, I’d give up all my other lovers. Rose of roses and flower of flowers, Lady of ladies, Lord of lords.
We present this work in honor of the 230th anniversary of the poet’s death.
The fable which I now present, Occurred to me by accident: And whether bad or excellent, Is merely so by accident.
A stupid ass this morning went Into a field by accident: And cropped his food, and was content, Until he spied by accident A flute, which some oblivious gent Had left behind by accident; When, sniffling it with eager scent, He breathed on it by accident, And made the hollow instrument Emit a sound by accident. “Hurrah, hurrah!” exclaimed the brute, “How cleverly I play the flute!”
A fool, in spite of nature’s bent, May shine for once, by accident.
Star among green leaves you were born radiant and beautiful, wandering in your own star because it causes you anguish. From the breaths that you throw for that snowy candor, to show off I have come that stole your subtle hand if the whiteness to ivory, the fragrance to the whole meadow.