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11. Presul ouile regis Presul, ovile regis ubi morbus adest macularum, Lumina dumque tegis, tenebrescit pestis earum. Mune pericla gregis, patuit quia stella minarum, Unde viam regis turbat genus insidiarum. Velle loco legis mundum nunc ducit avarum, Sic ubicumque legis, nichil est nisi cordis amarum; Quod maneat clarum, stat modo dulce parum. |
11. Prelate O shepherd, a disease of spots affects the king's sheepfold, And while you hide the light their plague darkens all. Defend the flock from dangers, for the menacing star has appeared, By which an invidious race lays ambush on the king's highway. Greed, not law, now leads an avaricious world; Thus, wherever you cast your gaze there is nothing but bitterness of heart; As should be clear, little sweetness remains. |
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