Ask me no more where Jove bestows, / When June is past, the fading rose; / For in your beauty's orient deep / These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Give me more love or more disdain; / The torrid or the frozen zone.
Good to the poor, to kindred dear, / To servants kind, to friendship clear, / To nothing but herself severe.
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away
Here lies a King that ruled, as he thought fit, / The universal monarchy of wit.
Then fly betimes, for only they / Conquer Love that run away.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.