The second greatest pleasure after love is talking about it.
A woman's heart always has a burned mark.
The next greatest pleasure to love is to talk of love.
Je vis, je meurs; je me br u" le et me noie. I live, I die; I am on fire and I drown.
Ne reprenez, dame, si j'ai aime , Si j'ai senti mille torches ardentes, Mille travaux, mille douleurs mordantes, Si, en pleurant, j'ai mon temps consume . Do not blame me, madam, if I loved, If I felt one thousand burning torches, One thousand labours, or one thousand scathing pains, If, in crying, I spent all my time.
You are alone my evil and my good With you I have everything - without you nothing
Quelque rigueur qui loge en votre coeur, Amour s'en peut un jour rendre vainqueur. That little harshness which resides in your heart, Love will vanquish someday.
