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Rh O Sol he grande, caem co a calma as aves, Do tempo em tal sazão, que soe ser fria : Esta agoa que d'alto cae acordar-m'hia, Do sono nað, mas de cuidados graves. Oh cousas todas vans, todas mudaves ! Qual he tal coraçaõ qu'em vós confia? Passao os tempos, vae dia trás dia, Incertos muito mais que ao vento as naves. Eu vira já aqui sombras, vira flores Vi tantas agoas, vi tanta verdura, As aves todas cantavao d'amores. Tudo he seco, e mudo e de mestura, Tambem mudando-m'eu fiz doutras cores, E tudo o mais renova, isto he sem cura. The sun is high--the birds oppress’d with heat Fly to the shade, until refreshing airs Lure them again to leave their cool retreat.- The falls of water but of wearying cares To me the memory give. Things changeful all And vain! what heart in you its trust may place, While day succeeds to day with rapid pace, Far more uncertain we, than whether squall Or fav’ring breeze the ships betide.-I see About me shady groves with flowerets deck'd- Waters and fountains-fields with verdure gay- The birds are singing of their loves the lay.- Now like myself, is all grown dry and check'd,- Yet all shall change again, save only me.