Pierre de Ronsard

Pierre de Ronsard (11 September 1524 – December 1585) was a French poet.

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  • Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
    Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
    Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant:
    "Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j'étais belle."
    • When you are very old, at evening, by candelight,
      Sitting near the fire, spooling and spinning the wool,
      You will say, in wonder, as you sing my verses,
      "Ronsard praised me in the days when I was beautiful."
  • Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.
    • Gather today the roses of life.
      • "Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle," l. 14

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  • He who knows himself is his own master.
  • Happy is he who does not desire a thing.
  • Youth flies away and never comes back.
  • Daytime, short as it may be, is better than night.
  • Love and flowers do not last but one spring.
  • Sorrow is always a companion of pleasure.
  • He who does not love is miserable, and miserable is he who does.
  • Youth is our real treasure; all the rest of our years are winter.


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