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Updated: June 4, 2025
There is often allegory, but it is usually contributed by modern interpreters, and would sometimes greatly astound the original fabulists. Pax et concordia, pubes Ver manent aeternum. Nec flos, nec lilia desunt, Nec rosa, nec violae: flores et poma sub una Fronde gerit pomus.
For instance, what declamation on the emptiness of human existence could be more impressive than Job's: Homo, natus de muliere, brevi vivit tempore, repletus multis miseriis, qui, tanquam flos, egreditur et conteritur, et fugit velut umbra. It is for this very reason that the na�ve poetry of Goethe is so incomparably greater than the rhetorical of Schiller.
Villegas, in the "Flos Sanctorum," while admitting the modern origin of the opinion, and the silence of the Church, contended that, had this great fact been made manifest earlier and in less enlightened times, it might possibly have led to the error of worshipping the Virgin as an actual goddess.
‘And do those whom you call Catholics never persecute?’ said I. ‘Never,’ said the man in black. ‘Ten times more than in the Flos Sanctorum,’ said I. The man in black looked at me, but made no answer. ‘And what say you to the Massacre of the Albigenses and the Vaudois, “whose bones lie scattered on the cold Alp,” or the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes?’ The man in black made no answer.
No, certainly. Why for ever?" "I shall never see you, unless you will come to me. Promise me that if ever I have a house you will come to me." "Of course you will have a house, Mary." "And you will come and see me, will you not? Promise that you will come to me. I can never come back to dear, dear Bullhampton." "No doubt we shall meet, Mary." "And you must bring the children my darling Flos!
"And so, friends," said the doctor, "a thing which would merely give pain to most women might kill my Ursula. Ah! when I am no longer here, I charge you to see that the hedge of which Catullus spoke, 'Ut flos, etc., a protecting hedge is raised between this cherished flower and the world." "And yet those ladies flattered you, Ursula," said Monsieur Bongrand, smiling.
The `Flos Virginis', so much coveted by the Europeans, is never valued by these Savages.
I took one look, ran to the Princess, and almost dragged her. Up raced Laddie, his face bright, his eyes snapping with fun. He rode Flos, was leading the Princess' horse Maud, and carrying a big bundle under his arm. He leaped from the saddle and fastened both horses. "Gracious Heaven! What have you done?" gasped the Princess.
I said I loved horses, Laddie's best of all. He asked about it and I told him. "Hasn't your father but one thoroughbred?" "Father hasn't any," I said. "Flos really belongs to Laddie, and we are mighty glad he has her." "You should have one soon, yourself," he said. "Well, if the rest of them will hurry up and marry off, so the expenses won't be so heavy, maybe I can."
Flos perpetuus rosarum ver agit perpetuum; Candent lilia, rubescit crocus, sudat balsamum, Virent prata, vernant sata, rivi mellis influunt; Pigmentorum spirat odor liquor et aromatum, Pendent poma floridorum non lapsura nemorum. Non alternat luna vices, sol vel cursus syderum. Agnus est faelicis urbis lumen inocciduum.
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