Spanish
Poet
Spanish Poet
2
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
1
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
0
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
-1
Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
