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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Gather the roses of life today.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie, Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie, Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n’a point de loi Translated: Breath against breath warms my life. A thousand kisses give me I pray thee. Love says it all without number, love knows no law.
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By AnonymPierre De Ronsard
When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise for me when I was beautiful." And not a maid but, at the sound of it, though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool, will start awake, and bless love's benefit whose long fidelities bring Time to school. I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth by myrtle shade in quiet after pain, but you, a crone, will crouch beside the hearth mourning my love and all your proud disdain. And since what comes to-morrow who can say? Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day.
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