Classic Poem

Nane, my fingers voluptuous porcelain
A day will come that you will also break
And your wandering soul forget the kiss -
Winter passes, flowers dissipates breath.

42

Whatever I am a modest clockmaker,
If my heart and my mother enough to stay.

43

Praise the hero dies
Near you, Venus, and sets,
If your lips on her mouth
And your silence in the heart.

44

Me! wear pants. Ah! this is a bad story,
Sir! ...
- Or. It should at least be aware of.

45

Not to make Mr. Gille Pibrac
I offer these quatrains like fruits in bulk.
Polling under a decent form,
And evil is so great that justice informs.

46

When your husband comes home a little straightened,
Ah! Madam, do not lie there: it is grayed out.

47

You have legs, Rubinstein, and blond hair.
Yet do not tell me to love all life,
For the soul is immortal. And it would be very long,
Always - if there was a desire to happen.

48

Faustus, in the flowery days, I had all your faith,
(Especially when you had just received the whip).

49

This Priapus, supported by a black frame,
Live a hundred spring melt and soft murmur.
A century is one day. But Lily is dying
You keep the Idea, O fertile nature.

50

I myself lounge waited in vain:
The gentleman who went not back down.