Antes será que los ligeros ciervos pacerán por el cielo, y a las orillas echarán los mares los desnudos peces; antes será que, trocados sus lugares naturales, el desterrado beberá en el Araris o la Germania en el Tigris, que del pecho mío, borrado, desaparezca su rostro.

VIRGILIO — Bucólicas

The Maid was on the eve of womanhood; The Boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one belovedface on earth…

BYRON — The Dream

¡Venid, venid, caballero! Aburrámonos juntos.

LUIS XIII