O Rose, receive the gracious vows of your clients. The voice proclaims thee, the heart and soul beseech thee.

On the twentieth day of April she was born into the world; on the Feast of the Holy Spirit* she was washed by the Spirit and water**.

*Pentecost. The Latin is 'Flaminis in festo'. Flamen is a rare title of the Holy Spirit, naming Him in His office as the one who moves hearts to God; it also means gust or blast of wind.

**The reference is to her baptism, but the image is forceful, with the Holy Spirit [flamen - a blast of wind] and a wave [the waters of baptism]

While she lay in her crib, a rose purpled her countenance. Her mother, rejoicing, said: "You shall [be named] Isabelle Rose."

[The name was] Not perhaps granted by heaven, until the prelate confirmed her. He imposes on her the name and omen of Rose.

The Virgin Mary approved this pious name of Rose and joined her own to it, bring forth new joy.

She exhorted her handmaid to weigh her down around the neck and to trample her, and give her beatings and spittle.

At the age of fifteen Rose made a vow, cutting off a lock of hair. She suffered cruel fights with her brethren and mother.

(French) Rose cut off a lock of hair, to escape from marriage: and she attracts for herself the hatred of her family.

They invited her to several monastic cloisters, still she received the holy habit of Dominic.

She always would drink gall or cold water: and eat bread and herbs which sprouted from the ground.

Often before she drank, she would heat up some water: thus she would remove from herself the thirst for a hot drink, being more grateful for the cold.

For herself, for criminals and for those in the fire of purgatory, Rose would give herself harsh floggings three times a night.

Ninety-nine times, she plucked thorns from within, with which she enclosed her head with a crown.

Rose wrapped a lock of hair hanging from a nail: thus she drove away sleep both night and day.

Deep sleep often overwhelmed the sleepless Rose while Rose climbed a tall cross and also when she bored a tree trunk.

She would sleep on this bed for two hours, and replenish her mouth and stomach with gall.

Rose rubbed her breasts with briers and thorns. She tore into her armpits and both her sides.

She tightly covered her mangled body with a hair shirt. She pressed her arms in closely, binding them with a rope.

In the home of her father, while the bread-oven was burning she would cross its dome with bare feet.

At night, she walked through the garden barefoot on the sharp stones. Thrice Rose succumbed to the heavy cross.

In a pleasant vision, Jesus spoke to her, desiring to be worshiped by Rose with great rigor.

Lo! Every flower, tree and herb bows its head, esteeming the hours when Rose prays.

Rosa, while praying, throws roses up to heaven. They form a cross, bordered by an oval border.

She was rapt in prayers and many ecstasies in which, from every side and her mouth, [she] hurled forth flames like a funeral pyre.

While she received the sacrament, surrounded by light collected around her, lo! Her entire face shines fiery, like a torch.

While the Dutch threatened the city walls, Rose desired to undergo the torments of the martyrs for the sake of the bread of angels.

She loathed the mixture of pure blood from the sick, which she drank entire, that she might offer penance.

Look how the devil despises Rose's virtues: the raging river Styx drags her, tosses her about on the floor.

St. Catherine visits and comforts her every day: this she makes the winged heavenly multitude friends of Rose.

With an address and touch of her hand, Mary excites Rose from her sleep to prayer and devotions.

When fearful that she was reprobated, Christ spoke thus: "Thou Rose art this Rose which my right arm holds."

While Rose prayed the hours, turning over the book, behold a little Jesus* smiling crossed the book.

*Jesulus

While weaving or sewing to get her parents bread, Christ would dash up and offer her kisses.

Very often holding hands through the meadows and buildings, behold the little bridegroom visits His bride.

Once in an ecstasy of mind a person saw the name “Rose” made to move before a cross on a star.

Lo! Amongst the sick, and also she herself ill, she turned into an Angelic form many times and in many places.

While Rose dies in the house of the quartermaster general, she is turned into the very face of the dying Christ.

Here there is a company of angels who lead Rose to heaven. And here Mary holds the garland prepared for Rose.

Her relics, her tomb, even her image drives away every illness and death.