To be happy for a day,
drink! said a sage of Babylon.
Though you may suffer on the morrow,
wine makes you forget all sorrow.
To be happy for a week,
marry! was the seer's advice.
When her ardour turns to ice,
you may sing a wiser song.
For one month's happiness at least,
you must kill your sheep, and feast -
but if you long for lasting peace,
become a gardener, grow trees...
Babylonian Epigrams
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2005
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Such a wise advices.
Ah, a little exception...
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When her ardour turns to ice,
go mad seeking joy inside you,
and put that woman on fire, slice by slice.
Melt her by rainbow sparks.
Антон Чумазый 16.02.2006 00:09 • Заявить о нарушении
Ah, a little exception...
---
When her ardour turns to ice,
go mad seeking joy inside you,
and put that woman on fire, slice by slice.
Melt her by rainbow sparks.
Антон Чумазый 16.02.2006 00:09 • Заявить о нарушении