by
George Herbert (1593 - 1633)
Language: English
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
For thou must die.
...
Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
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Language: French (Français) after the English
Doux jour ! si frais, si calme, si brillant,
Le mariage de la terre et du ciel,
La rosée pleurera ta chute ce soir ;
Car tu dois mourir.
...
Doux printemps : plein de doux jours et roses,
Une boîte où des bonbons gisent serrés,
Ma musique montre que tu as ta fin
Et tous doivent mourir.
Seule une âme douce et vertueuse,
Comme du bois sec, n'abandonne jamais ;
Mais bien que le monde entier devienne du charbon,
Alors surtout elle vit.
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