Andrea da Florentia. "Cosa Crudel" from Rosa e Orticha, 2011

A cruel thing is killing me.
The more I am faithful to her
the more she is cruel to me;
If I weep, she laughs.

Bartolino da Padova. La dulce cere, from Rosa e Orticha, 2011


The gentle countenance of a wild animal
can be taken to signify
great daring combined with a humble appearance

Anonimous "Che ti zova nasconder". Ballata in: STYLEMS, 2008

Why would you wish to hide your lovely face?
No one can tell how much a gem is worth, o women, if it is hidden from view...

Don Paolo da Firenze. "Benche partito da te" Ballata in: STYLEMS

Although I am bodily parted from you,
my heart dighs and weeps night and day

Donato da Firenze. "Senti tu d'Amor" (lute solo) in : STYLEMS

follow the link to see a part of the ensemble in a concert and to listen to a so beautiful song

Gautier d'Epinal. "Aÿmans fins et verais". in: Gautier d'Epinal.Remembrance", 2008 - instrumental (extract)

Gautier d'Epinal. "Quand je voie l'erbe menue" in: Remembrance. (extract)

When I see the fine grass sprouting at the start of summer,
when every vreature changes and grows into greater beauty,
when my lady then desires me to sing,
my joy increses because it is she who commands it.

Jehan de Lescurel. "Bien se peüst apercevoir" in: Trouvères en Lorraine, 2004

Well can my sweet and noble lady see that I love her.
She does see but she will not show it.

Anonymous. Renverdie. in : Trouvères en Lorraine

When I see orchards greening again in the sweet month of May
and everyone quickening with joy at this merry time,
Alas, what shall I do? For at nought that lies before me
Can I rejoice, such is the weight of my great unhapiness.

Anonymous. "Constant, marvellous" in Musique Russe Baroque"
PV 700036, 2002

Constant, marvellous, infinnite praiseworthy and most glorious
God, thou alone art everlasting, God of yesterday and of today,
Inscrutable, steadfast, more perfect thant perfection,
Inaccessible in the radiance of greatness

Anonymous. "Hypocritical world"

Hypocritical world, full of woes!How inconstant you are, how imperfect!
How evel are your delights, how deplorable your joys and loughter!
How calamitous your honours, your fortunes. Wind, smoke, nothing, vicissitudes.
The flower blooms for an instant, then fades; he who sits enthroned today, tomorrow is deposed.