in manibus dominae sceptrum non arte politum sed ligno vivum viridi est, quod stirpe recisum, quamvis nullus alat terreni caespitis umor, fronde tamen viret incolumi, tum sanguine tinctis intertexta rosis candentia lilia miscet nescia marcenti florem submittere collo.
In the sovereigns hands is a sceptre, not finished with craftsmans skill but a living rod of green wood; severed from its stock, it draws no nurture from moist earthly soil, yet puts forth perfect foliage and with blooms of blood-red roses intermingles white lilies that never droop on withering stem.
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