“The devil!” said D’Artagnan. “Here it is,” said Aramis, with a little look of diffidence, which, however, was not exempt from a shade of hypocrisy: “Vous qui pleurez un passé plein de charmes, Et qui traînez des jours infortunés, Tous vos malheurs se verront terminés, Quand à Dieu seul vous offrirez vos larmes, Vous qui pleurez!” “You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to God your tears are shed, You who weep!”
