VIII

Poem by Théophile De Viau Collection ArrayPeriod 15th century

And since I must depart,
And of return I am not sure,
(I am no man without a fault
Nor any other made of steel or tin;
To live is uncertain for humans,
And after death there is no respite;
I am going to a distant land,)
So I set down this present lai.

Théophile de Viau

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