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. — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
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… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
“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… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
“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… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy. — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither. — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily. — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today. — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
