Dialogue

Where are so many beauties that spring had,
Ornament of gardens and soft meadows?
Where are all the flowers of the flowery countryside?
Where is the serene time that moved hearts?

Where is the sweet pleasure that rained down in the soul
During the young months? by whom the fantasies
Generous spirits heavenly nurtured
Admired the effects that nature could?

These beauties now dead on the ground
Live in Artemis, who guards and holds them
To embellish this whole with a thousand diverse goods:

The face of spring from there is renewed,
The sun borrows from it a more beautiful clarity,
And it is the paradise of this great universe.