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Everything passes, everything wears out, everything breaks. (tout passe, tout lasse, tout casse)

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Que Ca Ne Finisse Jamais

Jamais, jamais, j'voulais que ca n'finisse jamais
Je laisse passer un peu de temps
J'oublie mes sentiments
Mais je sais que je t'attends
Je laisse glisser tout doucement
L'amour, mais je me mens
Je crois que je fais semblant
Oh, je laisse coler tant de rivieres
De tames ou je mes perds
Des mots ou je t'espere
Oh, ou oh, je lasse s'evnoler mes regrets
Je crois que je voulais
Que ca n'finisse jamais
Jamais, c'est vrai
J'voulais que ca n'finisse jamais je laisse se poser sur mes peines
Les mots d'amour qui trainet
Avant que tu ne tes reprennes
Je me laisse meme un peu de repit
Pour vivre d'autres vies
Ca n'est pas sur que j'oublie

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Lasse

,,Ich Unglckliche, wie grausam ist mein Herz.
Warum verschmhte ich den,
der mich so zrtlich umwirbt?
Nicht bei Sinnen war ich, da ich ihn abwiess."
Lasse, por quoi refusai celui qui tant m'a amee?
lonc tens a a moi mus et n'i a merci trouvee.
lasse, si trs dur cuer ai! qu'en dirai
forsenee fui, plus que desvee quant le refusai
G'en ferai droit a son plesir
s'il m'en daigne oir.
Certes, bien me doi clamer et lasse et maleree,
quant cil ou n'a point d'amer fors grant doucor et rosee
tant doucement me pria et n'i a
recouvree merci: forsenee fui quant ne I'amai
G'en ferai ...
Chancon, va sanz delaier a celui qui tant m'agree
por Deu li pri et requier vienge a moi sanz demoree
en sa merci me metrai, tost avrai
ps trovee se li agree, que trop mal trai
G'en ferai ...

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Everything passes, everything breaks, everything wearies. [Fr., Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse.]

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Le Malade

'Apollon, dieu sauveur, dieu des savants mystères,
Dieu de la vie, et dieu des plantes salutaires,
Dieu vainqueur de Python, dieu jeune et triomphant,
Prends pitié de mon fils, de mon unique enfant!
Prends pitié de sa mère aux larmes condamnée,
Qui ne vit que pour lui, qui meurt abandonnée,
Qui n'a pas dû rester pour voir mourir son fils!
Dieu jeune, viens aider sa jeunesse. Assoupis,
Assoupis dans son sein cette fièvre brûlante
Qui dévore la fleur de sa vie innocente.
Apollon! si jamais, échappé du tombeau,
Il retourne au Ménale avoir soin du troupeau,
Ces mains, ces vieilles mains orneront ta statue
De ma coupe d'onyx à tes pieds suspendue;
Et, chaque été nouveau, d'un jeune taureau blanc
La hache à ton autel fera couler le sang.

Eh bien, mon fils, es-tu toujours impitoyable?
Ton funeste silence est-il inexorable?
Enfant, tu veux mourir? Tu veux, dans ses vieux ans,

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Mary Ambree

When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,
Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,
They mustred their souldiers by two and by three,
And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree.

When [the] brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight,
Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight,
Because he was slaine most treacherouslie
Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree.

She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe
In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe;
A faire shirt of male then slipped on shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?

A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide,
A stronge arminge-sword shee girt by her side,
On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?

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Cleanness

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;

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Cock Lorrelle's Bote

She had a desyre ofte to be wedde
And also to lye in an other mannes bedde
Lytell rought she therfore
She is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meue
And lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greue
So well is she sette
O good condycyon to her housbonde
Yf he call her calat she calleth hy knaue agayne
She shyll not dye in his dette
By saynt Ione sayd Cocke than
These be fayre vertues in a woman
Thou shalte be my launder
To wasshe and kepe clene all my gere
Our two beddes togyder shall be sette
Without ony lette
The nexte that came was a coryar
And a cobeler his brother
As ryche as a newe shorne shepe
They offred Cocke a blechynge pot
Other Iewelles they had not

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Mary Ambree

When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,
Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,
They mustred their souldiers by two and by three,
And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree.

When brave Sir John Major was slaine in her sight,
Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight,
Because he was slaine most treacherouslie,
Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree.

She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe,
In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe;
A faire shirt of male then slipped on shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?

A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide,
A strong arminge-sword shee girt by her side,
On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?

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The Avowyng of Arthur

He that made us on the mulde,
And fair fourmet the folde,
Atte His will, as He wold,
The see and the sande,
Giffe hom joy that will here
Of dughti men and of dere,
Of haldurs that before us were,
That lifd in this londe.
One was Arther the Kinge,
Wythowtun any letting;
Wyth him was mony lordinge
Hardi of honde.
Wice and war ofte thay were,
Bold undur banere,
And wighte weppuns wold were,
And stifly wold stond.

This is no fantum ne no fabull;
Ye wote wele of the Rowun Tabull,
Of prest men and priveabull,

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