Hello,
O you who, burning with a perilous ardor,
Run from the thorny career of fine wit
Do not go down fruitless paths that will consume you,
Nor take a fondness for rhyming for genius.
The Art of Poetry, 1674, Nicolas Boileau
Marylena
Machine translation.
Hello,
O you who, burning with a perilous ardor,
Run from the thorny career of fine wit
Do not go down fruitless paths that will consume you,
Nor take a fondness for rhyming for genius.
The Art of Poetry, 1674, Nicolas Boileau
Marylena
Hello
Love begins with love; and one cannot pass from the strongest friendship to anything but a weak love.
Jean de La Bruyère
Marylena