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The rose looks out in the valley,
And thither will I go,
To the rosy vale, where the nightingale
Sings his song of woe.

— Gil Vicente

En la huerta nasce la rosa:
quiérome ir allá
por mirar al ruiseñor cómo cantavá.

Original text (Spanish)

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Who himself cannot control
Why should he o'er others rule?

The pursuit of love
is like falconry.

I saw the rose-grove blushing in pride,
I gather'd the blushing rose—and sigh'd—
I come from the rose-grove, mother,
I come from the grove of roses.

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