"The whole year's sweat and study, And the whole year's sowing time, Comes now to the perfect harvest, And ripens now into rhyme." (R.L. Stevenson in Come, here is adieu to the city...) Liège (B)
The sleeping boat
Pastime is our pleasure
“Sing care away, with sport and play,
For pastime is our pleasure;
If well we fare, for nought we care,
In mirth consists our treasure.
Let stupids lurk and drudges work,
We do defy their slav’ry;
He is a fool, that goes to school,
All we delight in brav’ry.”
(Anonymous in Heart’s ease)
Sprimont-Chanxhe (B)
