“Coyed de vuestra alegre primavera.”
Enjoy the sweets of life’s luxuriant May
Ere envious Age is hastening on his way
With snowy wreaths to crown the beauteous brow;
The rose will fade when storms assail the year,
And Time, who changeth not his swift career,
Constant in this, will change all else below!
LORENZO DE MEDICI.
VIOLETS.
“Non di verdi giardin ornati e colti.”