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...
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
In this treacherous worldNothing is the truth nor a lie.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
¡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...
When unjust laws are duly weighed,The king, too, may be disobeyed.They owed their true prince everything.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
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.
Porque en el mundo, Clotaldo, todos lo que viven sueñan.
Woman, the sweetest nameThat man can breathe, or flattering language frame,Who art thou?
For although to give with graceIs the noblest act 'mongst men,To take back the gift againIs the basest of the base.
En esta vida todo es verdad y todo mentira.
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.
For no life disgraced is life.—
Any instrument whateverWould be out of tune that soughtTo combine and blend togetherThe true feelings of the heartWith the false words speech expresses.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
¡Ay de ti, que soberbia vas mostrando sin saber que están soñando!
For perhaps thou art but dreaming,When it seems that thou'rt awake.
Fray Martín de Córdoba en el Compendio de la fortuna: Unos dixeron que fado non es otra cosa sinon la providençia de Dios, e así tomó fado Séneca en unos versos que San Agustín aduze, e la sente...