Author of quotes: Luis de Gongora-and-Argote

Begging beggar
and the answer comes back:"Away!"
And not want to help
penny neither he nor food
let the pocket even a thousand,
and the pod is not considered. -
so.

Sell everything!
Someone with the purse - the señor.
Sold the nobility of the court:
can stump in masters hopefuls,
degree at the University of
the ducats get -
so.

But to believe the foolish Bimbo,
in whose window the knocking host
Boyfriends and count
remember that Bimbo
cheating on you almost:
in vain de mad rumor -
hell no!

"Who broke that bum;
no Escudo - stupidity", -
judges fat moneybags.
God dear rich Miller,
not a praying mantis-hermit.
Money will buy Paradise and honor.
So.

Everyone wants you to object.
So.

If you find
I want between the stars of night -
see how you go with them
and will not return back.
Where invisible steps print?
You watch in vain!
I cheated, I see:
not running, not spinning, not pouring -
Time, you always stay,
I forever walk.

Cried the girl,
Washing clothes:
Her beloved
Left her.
At that time she was
Fourteen years;
But spring pass,
And cute there.
If the sun shines,
Is the moon,
About the bitter betrayal
All she cries.
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Not enough eyes to me,
Not enough of my tears -
Such offense
Cute I've done.
Let the tears flow
Salt Creek,
Washing away from my soul
The memory of it.
I have forgotten how to sing,
But if I sing,
Call everything sob
The song of mine.
My dear with me
My voice carried,
Leaving the silence,
Full of tears.

As soon as the winter enters in,
Suddenly, losing mellifluous crown
Your emerald on mourning Nude
In a hurry to change the bushes and wood.
Yes, time is tight millstone
Rotating, rigid and inflexible;
But still the trunk, frost burned,
In your time again to wrap up the foliage.
And the past will return. And the page
Read again...
This is the law of universal existence
And only love's not resurrected again!
Forever happiness is not to return the past,
When it strikes the serpent of jealousy.

Sings Alkynes and crying.
And weeping so bitter,
That joy is fleeting,
But verovatno mountain.
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Good - flower-ephemeral;
Dissolve it in the morning
Yes at noon will fade,
Does not blossomed as if.
And Woe to the mighty oak
Stubbornly raises his crown;
His beard green
Century hair is not touched.

So remember, girls,
Stubborn Golovenko:
All the dust will go under the old age
That youth is not wasted.
Love while you love
While you blue!
You come to your senses, but too late -
The fate of the hem won't grab.
Oh, girls, whatever you do -
And Easter is just flying by!

To his wife chained in the throes of poverty,
He mother-in-law tasted the torments
Was brother-in-law he was as the punishment
And the son character is not a cherub.

Born yesterday, tomorrow you will die
Not knowing today, in a moment of prosperity,
Outfit your scarlet magnificently dressed,
That on his death you bloom.
You will know its beauty lies,
It's your misfortune luck:
Your puffy splendor piqued
So someone's greed is sharpening a sharp knife...