Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today. Votes: 9
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. Votes: 6
Gather the roses of life today. Votes: 3
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy. Votes: 3
Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily. Votes: 3
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. Votes: 3
Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither. Votes: 2
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law. Votes: 1