When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful."
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Source: Sonnets pour Héléne, I, 43
Contributed by: Zaady
Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.
Source: Odes, I, I7.
Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.
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