Author of quotes: Aachen Du Bellay

J'aime la liberté, et languis en service,
Je n'aime point la cour, courtiser et me faut,
Je n aime la feintise, me déguiser et faut,
J'aime simplicité, et n'apprends que malice;




I don't like court, but in Rome I the court.
Freedom I love, but to be a slave.
I love the candor - the flatterers discovered your house;
Of acquiring the enemy, are self-serving shameful.

Blessed are those who resisted and low-lying for the sake
High the truth was contrary to,
Forced pen scribbled shameful nonsense
Prikazivati to those who make the weather.

When I spoil the blood stubborn creditor
I just lay down verses and rabies disappeared.
When I hear the noble language of the beggar,
Pleasure to me, and spout bile, poems to fight back.
When the evil servant is lying to me and saying nonsense
Once again, I write poetry and anger suddenly became;
When all my soul is tired
I draw in the poetry and vigor and enthusiasm.
Poems I can put praise freedom,
Poems laziness driven in spite of my nature,
Verses entrust all that harbored in the soul.

Ignorant no use in the arts of Apollo,
Such a treasure, the merchant does not value,
The weasel from him podalee runs
They Ambition decorate not inclined;
Laughing at him is the one who winds near the throne,
Soldiers from the rhymes and stanzas of the shield will not make,
Know and Du bellay: you will not they can.
Poets are not in the price of government and law.
Grandee poems sees no profit,
For the best poems will not buy any Shisha,
The poet usually poor and in their own homeland.
But I won't give song line
One poetry save us from boredom,
and I owe her six years of life.

Wander I do not want in the deep darkness of nature,
I don't want to look for the spirit of the mystery of the world,
I don't want to look deep into the abyss deaf
No paint heaven the glittering domes.
High images I'm not looking for odes,
I do not decorate pattern diversity
But after the events of the earthly abode
In simple words I sing and the benefit and adversity.
Sad - the verses I complain his
I rejoice with them, entrust secrets to them,
They are the confidants of the heart of regret.
And I don't want them to dress or curl,
And I don't want them other names to give,
Just as diaries Il modest messages.

In short the day all of our earthly life
Before the eternity. Circle making, year
Our days off without pity sweeps;
Living a guest of the earth region.

Yard value only to those who possessed the secret,
As a favor to extract from the flexibility of the back.

Luck makes us empty fools -
Adversity taught how to recognize liars;
One dishonors us, others, to our credit;
Fortune flatters and lies, we gradually ruining, -
The adversity we are told to know ourselves
And friendship true to distinguish from flattery.

"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.