All brilliant with the beauties of Flora,
Spring, you no longer have any charms;
You hasten the departure of the Hero I adore,
You are the cause of the most dreadful battles:
But if you deliver me to deadly sorrows,
During the course of his warrior labors,
Winter will return him to me more covered with Laurels
Than you have new flowers.
Michel Lambert
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