Pierre de Ronsard > Quotes

“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

Translated: Breath against breath warms my life.
A thousand kisses give me I pray thee.
Love says it all without number,
love knows no law.”
― Pierre de Ronsard

“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 for me when I was beautiful."
And not a maid but, at the sound of it,
though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool,
will start awake, and bless love's benefit
whose long fidelities bring Time to school.
I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth
by myrtle shade in quiet after pain,
but you, a crone, will crouch beside the hearth
mourning my love and all your proud disdain.
And since what comes to-morrow who can say?
Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Sonnets pour Hélène

“Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avait declose
Sa robe de pourpre au soleil,
A point perdu cetter verpree,
Les plis de sa robe pourpree,
Et son teint au votre pareil”
― Pierre De Ronsard, Les amours

“Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie”
― Ronsard, Poesia I

“Amour me tue...

Amour me tue, et si je ne veux dire
Le plaisant mal que ce m'est de mourir :
Tant j'ai grand peur, qu'on veuille secourir
Le mal, par qui doucement je soupire.

Il est bien vrai, que ma langueur désire
Qu'avec le temps je me puisse guérir :
Mais je ne veux ma dame requérir
Pour ma santé : tant me plaît mon martyre.

Tais-toi langueur je sens venir le jour,
Que ma maîtresse, après si long séjour,
Voyant le soin qui ronge ma pensée,

Toute une nuit, folâtrement m'ayant
Entre ses bras, prodigue, ira payant
Les intérêts de ma peine avancée.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Les Amours

“N’attendons pas demain: Cueillons dès aujourd’hui les roses de la vie / Live, don’t wait until tomorrow to pick the roses of life”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Sonnets Pour Helene

“Primește-acum de ziua tristei sărbători
potirul meu cu lacrimi,brațul meu de flori,
să fii în moarte,vie-numai trandafiri...”
― Pierre Ronsard, Selected Poems

“La foudre abat les monts, non les petites herbes”
― Pierre de Ronsard

“At our parting, pain and rage choked my goodbyes:
I couldn’t say the word to those fine eyes
That, near, far, captivate me utterly;

And so I beg you, sky, air, winds, plains, mountains,
Copses and forests, riverbanks and fountains,
Caves, fields, flowers – say goodbye to her for me.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Cassandra

“That’s how I live, that’s how I die: in doubt.
One calls me back, the other kicks me out;
So from one source my joy and sadness rise.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Cassandra

“Veghează umbră-a țărnii,umbră ca de iad,
deschiși tu ochi-mi legi cu lanț de fier...și cad
în pat pătruns de mii de suliți în mănunchi...

Și ca să-mi pot goni durerea- vino,moarte...
Ha,moarte,port la țărmul viselor deșarte,
îngroapă-m suferința rogu-te-n genunchi...”
― Pierre Ronsard, Selected Poems

“Stay, Dream, stay with me just a moment longer!
Deceiver, wait till I can blunt the hunger.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Cassandra