Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!. exiled for ever let me mourn;. where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,. there let me live forlorn.. . Hark, you shadows that in darkness dwell,.
Tempus est iocundum, o virgines!. modo congaudete, vos iuvenes!. . Flos est puellarum, quam diligo,. et rosa rosarum, qua caleo.. . Tua me confortat promissio,.