Of Autelz that the loy, and the rethoricque
Muse and his son as cherist unicque, I'm
esmerveillé grandz that the Court
(Veu the stormy weather which in Europe runs)
Do arming the sides: men who have power to plead
Like toy their causes in France, a revenger
And art by thee renewed
The scepter that the people trampled on the floor.
Not aujourd'huy that Kings and Princes
have need to keep weapons in their provinces,
Do buy nor cannons, nor harness,
fault But keep only the voice, who can dexterously
peat
appease rebellious courage and flatter the bosom:
fault because he henceforth forbid our houses,
Not by the sword but by sharp trenchant reasons
And bravely noz enemies abbatre
By Mesmes bastons they beat us traveling on wheels.
As the enemy was seduced by books
The people were led astray Fauci following
This fault by playing by the books confuse
For books assail, books by him spond, in time of need without monster
noz failliz courage, But more
assaulted and strong will resist more.
If I do voy yet nobody who pushes
On the top of the breach and the enemy is repelled,
Who we brave assault, and nobody takes
the pike, and the wall suddenly forbids not: People have
use of celestial goodness, And
recommend prayer to God the rest
And without playing the hands remain ocieux:
Yet the mutineers are victorious.
Carles and thee and me, between one hundred thousand men seulz
That France nourishes, we are opposed,
And making us three paroistre virtue
On Heart magnanimous we combat,
Descouvrant stomach to honorable wounds,
To sustain a church, and his venerable laws, and those of
own country which we are nose
And for the aid by which we are commanded.
During the war in Troy, now that Greece
prefled against the walls the Trojan youth
And the great Achilles empeschoit streams
Bring to Thetis tribute of their waters,
estoyent Those in the Wall besieged,
estoyent Those outside the port of SiGe,
Failloyent egallement: my Desautels and
Noz enemies are and we fail faulte Aussy. They are failing
to overthrow ours empire
And by force of wanting to contradict Princes, And
presume too proud of their meaning, by dreams And
new force of Vieux loy:
They are failing to leave the path of their fathers,
ensuyvre To train foreign sects:
Ilz are failing to spread libels and Placar,
Plains derision, envye and Brocar,
Diffamans grandz most of our short Royalle,
Who are of no use to feed a scandal
They are failing to think that all soyent blind
seulz What they have eyes that they are seulz Reigl,
And we mislead ensuyvons doctrine
Human and corrupt, not the divine
Ilz are failing to think that Luther only
God has appeared, and generally What
for nine hundred years the Church is depraved
From wine to Long ipochrisie traictz watered,
And the only writeth a better Bucer,
On Zvingle, or Calvin (men seditious )
Whether the agreement of the Church, and a thousand Statuzer
Doctors, push God to the council convocquez:
That he muft now hope to God, Sy
him had suffered with mild and clement wander along
Sy time his church? Is Author of fault?
What gain would return to his majesty high?
What an honor, regardless of profict s'estre as concealed
For s'estre only revealed to Luther? Yet we fail
also, because for holy Pope Gregory
No (whose name is in history writeth)
not preached in the pulpit: and secondly Faillon
That the good of the church is starting to children.
Do astonished, Christians, sy
the nacelle of the Good Shepherd Saint Peter in this world staggers,
Then the ignorant, the children of fifteen, I know not
quelz muguetz, I know not what wits
Take into the Gouvernal, then the profits are sold
money and offices. But that would say
Paul, he was returning here,
De noz prelatz young, who have poinct soucy
of their poor flock, they are wool,
And sometimes leather : Who all live without pain, without
preach, without prayer, without a good example of them,
smelling, cut, courtiers, lovers,
Veneurs and falconers, and avecq 'bawdy
Lose the property of God, whose ilz have that custody. That should say it
to gaze upon the Church to Jesus Christ, who was formerly based
humblesse in mind,
With patience, obedience,
no money, no credit, no strength, nor power,
Poor naked , exiled, who till the bones
The Loved fouetz bloody print on the doz,
And see aujourd'huy rich, oily, and supercilious,
Any full of crowns, annuities, and dommaine?
Puffed his ministers, and Popes still,
pompously vestuz of silk and cloth of gold? He
repentiroit have suffered with it for so many
coupz of fighting, so cruel, So
bannissemens, and seeing such a thing done mechef
Priroit fire him accablast leader.
It therefore correct fault of our holy Church
hundred thousand abuz committed by the miser prestrise,
Lest the wrath of the Lord Almighty
N'aylle avecques fire noz punishing mistakes. What
new rage has corrupted our ease? Las
! Lutherans of the case is tresmauvaise,
And deffendent property: and unfortunately fatal
The ours is good and holy, and We forbid the evil. O happy
the fairer than death wealthy Ha
for nine hundred years much under the tomb took! Happy fathers
Vieux bills last century, who are without
vary their faith trespasser,
As with so many sick fust abuz Church: Who
n'ouyrent never speak Oecolampadius,
From Zvingle of Bucer, Luther, Calvin,
But without innovation in the service of God, Have
vescu long, then a happy ending
In Jesus delivered their generous soul. Las
! poor France, alas! Diverse as an opinion
has corrupted your first union!
Your children, who devroyent keep you, you are working, And
a bit of goat amongst themselves struggling Mesmes,
And as reprobate, courage wicked
Against your stomach turn iron sharp!
Did not we quite the Campania engressé
Flanders, Piedmont, Naples, and Spaine,
in Our own blood without turning Cousteaux
Against thee, our mother, and your own gut?
the end that the great Turkish people infidels
Rissent seeing us bloody quarrels of noz?
And in that place by the arms DEUST overcome
We screwed our hands We ourselves we dont,
Or the wrath of God, or destiny
Who makes you want by, O France, exterminated ?
Las
! fault is it, O fate, that the scepter Francis
That proud Allemant, English and English
Has been taught to never offend, much under the power falls
From the people who ought to render him obedience?
Sceptre that was once so feared by all sides,
Who sent overseas once his soldar
Gaigner Palestine, and all Idumea, Tyre
, Sydon, Antioch, and the city named
From holy name, where Jesus, in the cross attached
of his precious blood washed ours sin:
Sceptre was once the terror of the Barbarians,
Turks, Mammelukes, Persians and Tartars,
short, throughout the universe as a feared and dreaded Fault
it as his own which he himself is!
France, you bad because you're partly
ay I worry about a thousand times by my advertised him,
You're like the stepmother, and mother to strangers, Who
mock at thee when thou art in danger:
For the most part of strangers get
Property that rightly belong to your son. For example
is what you learned From Autelz,
Who in your LOS deed books immortal
Who poursuyvoit short of a long-time affair,
From Valleur very little, and never able to do without the good Cardinal
that breaking the stay
The reference content in just one day. That
as like you do very little story, which you
devrois forehead all be ashamed.
You also mocked God profet
Singles in your children, and in fact meillieu
From your womb will appear at the end of you predict
Your misfortune happen, but you still do but laugh.
Or is that the great God the great eternity
Ait Nostradamus enthusiasm excited
Or is that good or bad daimon agitates,
Or is it likely that the soul ayt sudden
And also mortal s'eslance up cieulx,
And from there we repeated the deeds prodigious
Or is that his dark and melancholy spirit, mood
repeu fat, the yield fantastic
short, it is what it is: if this is toutesfois
Let the words of his questionable profet voice
As an oracle old custom, he has many a year
predicted the greatest part of our destiny.
not I had not believed, if the sky that departing
good and evil in humans, had it not been for his part:
Certainly the sky, sorry to ruin
scepter if one fellow, has monster sign:
past year has been full of tears:
seen the comet was burning
Droict remain upon our own country: and the sky falling down on Sainct
Germain a burning stick: Nostre
Prince at its meillieu pleasures is dead: And
his son, young in years, was upheld by the EFORT SUBJECT
In his own, and the room
honored for its Royal Palace was not him asseurée.
Doncque, nor the deeds of the Princes hault his ancestors, Ny
as temples to the holy eslevez cieulx
basti by his fathers, nor the mighty land,
wars raging, letters flowering, Ny
his own virtue, goodness and piety, Ny
his years in any well APRIS honnesteté, Ny
devotion, the faith, nor prayer
pudicque His wife and his chaste mother,
Have to destiny so many graces found
That misfortune if not him again arrived, and the air
infected du terroy Saxonicque
N'ait empuenty l'air de sa terre Gallicque.
Que si des Guysians le couraige haultain
N'eust au besoing esté nostre rempart certain,
Voire et si tant soit peu leur ame genereuse
Se fust alors monstrée ou tardive, ou poureuse,
C'estoit faict que du sceptre, et la contagion
De Luther eust gasté nostre religion :
Mais François d'une part, tout seul avecq' les armes
Opposa sa poictrine à si chaudes alarmes,
Et Charles d'autre part, avecq' devotions
Et sermons, s'opposa à leurs seditions,
Et par sa prevoyance et doctrine severe
Par le peuple engarda de plus courir l'ulcere.
Ils have the envye grumble, grumble and destiny, and the infidel faith
vulgar mutineer,
At the envy in combat troop sacrilege,
and religion have called into his seat.
O Lord Almighty! for rent bienfaicts
That these Princes Lorreins deeds in time of need we have, if my humble
voeus in front of your face
Somewhat credit, I'll supply of grace
Guysians That these two, who for love of thee
picked up the honor of our ancient faith,
bloom forever in favor to the Prince, And never
the beaks of the pliers do peoples.
Give the children of children yssus
Soyent them as good Christians, and also valiant few,
Bigger than zero envye:
eternal peace and that they can live their father's house.
Or a disaster, or the cruel misfortune
The threat both jealous of their value, the mutineers
Runs on the threat and insult
Or the head of the ignorant vulgar perjury
Ny worthy of the sun, nor worthy to take
The air that makes us breathe life are poulmons.
Pierre de Ronsard, Elegy on disorders of Amboise (1560) - in Speech, last verses
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