Author of quotes: Jean-Baptiste Moliere. Page 3

We often want happiness to taste,
Have the pain anymore.

Love is so beautiful!
Arguing with her is dangerous,
Even with her sadness
We're sorry to leave.

What fluctuate
And senses fear?
The lost hour
Lost to us.

Fall in love all of us would,
Hardly our time will come.
The more often we capture this,
The more you ask from us.

About youth soft,
Love the inevitable!
It is time,
When we care about cupids game.
No need to be embarrassed
Do not be afraid
And no need to hide the face,
Love leads us to the end.
Participants will laugh,
The cupids give heart.

Psyche! You to the whole of nature I'm jealous.
As long as the sun kisses you in the head
And your hair caressing breeze
With such ninety - I resent.
I hate the air itself,
You sighed with pleasure.
I'm jealous of the clothes touch...

And I could say that I have loved you,
When I knew what it means to love.

Oracles in the words of their dark,
And often they are not as ponimaut.

You know that the rock is stronger than we,
What we can't argue with the gods.

The poison of envy and hatred arrows
Not so terrible, and they have limits.

Sadness should not embarrass the rest of those hearts
Entrusted with care management.

The sorrow that I wear in my soul,
From her, to be honest, I wouldn't century:
Let it be revealed before the eyes of all people
The heart of the king - everything the heart of man.

Powerless before the gods of the mortals requests:
Though rip to pieces,
Retreat before the power of the highest power!

After all, every soul in his dreams
Sighs about his own happiness.