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
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
“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
