Aachen Du Bellay. (№ 257750)

"I have the philosophy, the science of all Sciences,
To the point of surpass, the laws of the ancient arches
Suffer, the secrets of numbers, medical methods
And theological books will not be released from the hands;
Rapier, lute, brush decorate my leisure,"
So I was saying, this was looking for freedom,
When Italy went to years
And traded on Rome your home and inner circle.
And what have I gained? What I killed time?
Longing Yes, the hassle, the aging of the evil burden
That's all the wisdom that I was able to comprehend.
So dream sailor Golden nuggets
And he returned with a barrel of herring
And glad we are to death that he remained intact.