the occasion of the birth much-desired and expected (as I announced in this article ) Gentlemen of the Princes Louis, Duke of Burgundy, and Alphonse, Duc de Berry yesterday at 3:38 p.m. 3:33 p.m. ET, here are a few sonnets of Pierre Le Moyne, whose theme is the celebration of the birth of the dauphin, who wants a donation for France and those who have remained faithful in difficult times, and a promise of future victory against those who we feel hard.
Praise our Lord for His blessings and congratulations the proud parents, Bishop Louis de Bourbon and especially Princess Marie-Marguerite!
Allegory on the birth of Monseigneur the Dauphin Dedicated to Mister Black, Lieutenant General of Police (Source )
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The sky was never more relaxed or more beautiful, smart
All the stars were hidden in the wave, And the bright
twins, though the storm rages,
From their lights guide our ship together.
We just published an omen Again,
Who promises to our lily conquer the world;
And to crown our star property is fertile
From celestial fish that dominates the water.
victorious vessel no longer fear the sinking;
in vain to ruin your sea swells his rage
Of everything that comes from the Danube and Rhine;
You can well do without compass and sails,
you everything that is now the star of the Dolphin,
Joined for you to regulate your other stars.
***
still suffering a bit, forcing our reason,
To look honor the end of the storm: Already
the north wind down the wing and head,
And he fled from the south horizon.
must soon come a happy season,
Who will bring us peace through conquest
Fortune agrees, and Bellona is preparing
After this feat is to return to prison
Some evil demon who threatens France,
A star is born for us gives us confidence, tranquility
one that has no end:
Let's erase the tragic ills of our stories,
My King leaves nothing to defeat his Dauphin And
Dauphin overcomes his victories in peace.
***
Prepares laurel stands bonfires,
Dear France already sells to all your Dauphin
The Lion of the Iberian abandons his prey, And the imperial eagle
lies on the Rhine.
The snake that bit of the Lombards Savoy,
vomiting, terrified by the teeth and venom;
And English leopard in the sea drowns
Afraid to ground a sad end.
Alcide child still stifled two snakes,
And there began his heroic works, who began his laurels
higher than those of Mars:
And your prince to his shame arriving in the world, defeated
a virtue that has no second
The snake, lions, eagles and leopards.
Pierre Le Moyne, Poems (1650)
The sky was never more relaxed or more beautiful, smart
All the stars were hidden in the wave, And the bright
twins, though the storm rages,
From their lights guide our ship together.
We just published an omen Again,
Who promises to our lily conquer the world;
And to crown our star property is fertile
From celestial fish that dominates the water.
victorious vessel no longer fear the sinking;
in vain to ruin your sea swells his rage
Of everything that comes from the Danube and Rhine;
You can well do without compass and sails,
you everything that is now the star of the Dolphin,
Joined for you to regulate your other stars.
***
still suffering a bit, forcing our reason,
To look honor the end of the storm: Already
the north wind down the wing and head,
And he fled from the south horizon.
must soon come a happy season,
Who will bring us peace through conquest
Fortune agrees, and Bellona is preparing
After this feat is to return to prison
Some evil demon who threatens France,
A star is born for us gives us confidence, tranquility
one that has no end:
Let's erase the tragic ills of our stories,
My King leaves nothing to defeat his Dauphin And
Dauphin overcomes his victories in peace.
***
Prepares laurel stands bonfires,
Dear France already sells to all your Dauphin
The Lion of the Iberian abandons his prey, And the imperial eagle
lies on the Rhine.
The snake that bit of the Lombards Savoy,
vomiting, terrified by the teeth and venom;
And English leopard in the sea drowns
Afraid to ground a sad end.
Alcide child still stifled two snakes,
And there began his heroic works, who began his laurels
higher than those of Mars:
And your prince to his shame arriving in the world, defeated
a virtue that has no second
The snake, lions, eagles and leopards.
Pierre Le Moyne, Poems (1650)
