COUPLETS WAS A LADY OF THIRTY YEARS, THE AUTHOR CALLED HIS
GRANDMOTHER

In the words of the old proverb,
The friendship goes back much.
Good breakfast son, I do not believe it,
When I think of you, my grandmother.
These songs, sometimes sweet,
You would appear they tasteless?
Good mother, console yourself:
You have no encor wrinkles.

The age he off your desires?
You blame tender chimeras?
Censor the sweetest pleasures
Is the pleasure of our grand's mothers.
Year do they snow on us,
In our eyes all fades.
Good mother, console yourself:
You still bleach spot.

Love's afraid of big moms
But the price of gold, how old
Have their wages of lovers,
Whose letters do wonders!
It is known to read a love letter,
Which means these are pretty.
Bonhe mom, console yourself:
Encor you read without glasses.

What! without wrinkles, without gray hair,
And without glasses at your age!
See if your knees trembling
The years do not demonstrate contempt.
Yes, I see your knees tremble,
That love tenderly caress.
Good mother, console yourself:
Take a stick of old age.