Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights. - François de Malherbe

To will what God doth will, that is the only science
That gives us any rest.

Mais elle était du monde, où les plus belles choses
Ont le pire destin;
Et Rose, elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses,
L'espace d'un matin.

But she bloomed on earth, where the most beautiful things have the saddest destiny;
And Rose, she lived as live the roses, for the space of a morning.