Ludus - Qntal

Erat arbor hec in prato

Quovis flore picturato

Herba, fonte, situ grato

Sed et umbra, flatu dato

Stilo non pinxisset Plato

Loca gratiora

Hic dum placet delectari

Delectatque iocundari

Et ab estu relevari

Cerno forma singulari

Pastorellam sine pari

Colligentem mora

Estivali sub fervore

Quando cuncta sunt in flore

Totus eram in ardore

Sub olive me decore

Estu fessum et sudore

Detinebat mora

Que respondit verbo brevit:

«ludos viri non assuevi

Sunt parentes michi sevi

Mater longioris evi

Irascetur pro re levi

Parce nunc in hora!"

Subest fons vivacis vene

Adest cantus philomene

Naiadumque cantilene

Paradisus hic est pene

Non sunt loca, scio plene

His iocundiora

In amorem vise cedo

Fecit Venus hoc, ut credo

«ades!»

inquam «non sum predo

Nichil tollo, nichil ledo

Me meaque tibi dedo

Pulchrior quam Flora!»

This tree was

Any flower design on

Grass, fountain, and web site

But also the shadow, the wind blowing

He had not painted in the style of Plato

More acceptable

While here please take pleasure

Pleased to make merry

And you will be relieved

I see a singular form

Pastorella without parity

Getting ready to wait

In the heat of summer

When all things are in bloom

I was all over

Under the olive tree

Weary with the heat and with the sweat of

Delayed

She replied with a brief message:

"I am not used to men's games"

My parents are sevi

mother of prolonged evi

He will be angry

Spare now in the hour

There is a source of active venom

The song of philomene is here

Cantilene of Naiad

This paradise is nearly

There are no places I know fully

these are pleasant

Give me a sharper look

Venus did this

"you are here!"

I say "I am not a robber"

I take nothing, hit nothing

I surrender to you

Prettier than Flora!"