Mais tarde ou mais cedo... (ou o saber de experiência feito) Wisdom This I say, and this I know: Love has seen the last of me. Love's a trodden lane to woe, Love's a path to misery. This I know, and knew before, This I tell you, of my years: Hide your heart, and lock your door. Hell's afloat in lovers' tears. Give your heart, and toss and moan; What a pretty fool you look! I am sage, who sit alone; Here's my wool, and here's my book. Look! A lad's a-waiting there, Tall he is and bold, and gay. What the devil do I care What I know, and what I say? Dorothy Parker --------