Tú sólo, tú, has suspendidola pasión a mis enojos,la suspensión a mis ojos,la admiración al oído.Con cada vez que te veonueva admiración me das,y cuando te miro más,aún más mirarte deseo.Ojos hidrópic...
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
In this treacherous worldNothing is the truth nor a lie.
¡Ay mísero de mí, y ay infelice!Apurar, cielos, pretendo,ya que me tratáis así,qué delito cometícontra vosotros naciendo.Aunque si nací, ya entiendoqué delito he cometido;bastante causa ha tenidovuest...
En esta vida todo es verdad y todo mentira.
For no life disgraced is life.—
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
Porque en el mundo, Clotaldo, todos lo que viven sueñan.
When unjust laws are duly weighed,The king, too, may be disobeyed.They owed their true prince everything.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
Any instrument whateverWould be out of tune that soughtTo combine and blend togetherThe true feelings of the heartWith the false words speech expresses.
For perhaps thou art but dreaming,When it seems that thou'rt awake.
For although to give with graceIs the noblest act 'mongst men,To take back the gift againIs the basest of the base.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
Woman, the sweetest nameThat man can breathe, or flattering language frame,Who art thou?
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
¿y teniendo yo más alma, tengo menos libertad?
¡Ay de ti, que soberbia vas mostrando sin saber que están soñando!