263. ‘Arbor victorïosa trumphale’

Victorious, triumphant laurel-branch,

the honour of emperors and poets,

how many sad and happy days you brought me

in this brief mortal life of mine!

True lady, you who care for nothing

if not honour, which you receive beyond all others,

who do not fear Love’s traps, or nets or snares,

or other’s deceit, worthless against your wisdom.

Nobility of blood, other things dear to us,

pearls, rubies, or gold, you despise

all, equally, as vile burdens to us.

That noble beauty, which has no compare

in this world, annoys you, except as it adorns,

and decks the lovely treasure of your chastity.