Section: Primo Vere (Spring)      Ecce gratum Behold the pleasant   et optatum and the desired   Ver reducit gaudia, spring brings back the joyfulness   purpuratum violet flowers    floret pratum, fill the meadows   Sol serenat omnia. the sun brightens everything   Iamiam cedant tristia! sadness is now at an end   Estas redit, summer returns   nunc recedit now withdraw   Hyemis sevitia. the rigours of winter      Iam liquescit Now melts    et decrescit and disappears   grando, nix et cetera; hail, snow and the rest   bruma fugit, winter flees   et iam sugit and now spring sucks   Ver Estatis ubera; at summer's breast   illi mens est misera, a wretched soul is he   qui nec vivit, who does not live   nec lascivit or lust   sub Estatis dextera. under the wing of summer      Gloriantur They glory   et letantur and rejoice   in melle dulcedinis, in honeyed sweetness   qui conantur, who strive   ut utantur to make use of   premio Cupidinis: Cupid's prize    simus jussu Cypridis at Venus' command   gloriantes let us glory   et letantes and rejoice   pares esse Paridis. in being Paris' equals