9732 OLD-TIME LOVE N GOOD old days such sort of love held sway IN As artlessly and simply made its way, And a few flowers, the gift of love sincere, Than all the round earth's riches were more dear: For to the heart alone did they address their lay. In good old days. But now is lost Love's rule they used t' obey; My bright Springtime and my Summer I've served no other God so well; - TO A LADY WHO WISHED TO BEHOLD MAROT B EFORE she saw me, reading in my book, She loved me; then she wished to see my face: And in the writings that you once did read, Saw me more truly than just now, indeed. THE LAUGH OF MADAME D'ALBRET HE has indeed a throat of lovely whiteness, SH The sweetest speech, and fairest cheeks and eyes; But in good sooth her little laugh of lightness Is where her chiefest charm, to my thought, lies. With its gay note she can make pleasure rise, Where'er she hap to be, withouten fail; And should a bitter grief me e'er assail, So that my life by death may threatened be, To bring me back to health will then avail To hear this laugh with which she slayeth me. FROM AN "ELEGY» HY lofty place, thy gentle heart, THY Thy wisdom true in every part, Thy singing sweet, and speech so fair, To the nature of thy lovely form: In short, these gifts and charms whose grace Are not what has constrainèd me To give my heart's true love to thee. 'Twas thy sweet smile which me perturbed, And from thy lips a gracious word Which from afar made me to see Thou'd not refuse to hear my plea. Come, let us make one heart of two! For 'tis plain our starry guides, The accord of our lives besides, Bid this be done. For of us each Is like the other in thought and speech: We both love honor and purity, We both love never to speak evil, 9734 What more is there? Just this to sing Alike we are, save hearts; - for thine S THE DUCHESS D'ALENÇON UCH lofty worth has she, my great mistress, That her fair body's upright, pure, and fine; Her steadfast heart, when Fortune's star doth shine, Is ne'er too light, nor elsetimes in distress. Her spirit rare than angels is no less, The subtlest sure that e'er the heavens bred. O marvel great! Now can it clear be seen Wonder, I say, for sooth she has, I ween, M TO THE QUEEN OF NAVARRE OURN for the dead, let who will for them mourn; For those whose night of sorrow sees no dawn O Flower of France whom at the first I served, I'll attest. Of ingrates thou hast sadly made full test; A princess Who has a heart that does not sorrow less Is not my Muse as fit and apt to invent A song of peace that would bring full content Exceeding? Ah! listen, Margaret, to the suffering That in the heart of Renée plants its sting; Then, sister-like, than hope more comforting, FROM A LETTER TO THE KING; AFTER BEING ROBBED I HAD of late a Gascon serving-man: A monstrous liar, glutton, drunkard, both, This very estimable youngster knew To take it deftly, giving no alarm, And tucked it snugly underneath his arm,— But still the rascal would not run away He left my chamber finally, and flew So ticklish round the throat, to say the truth, And vexed enough to lose my horse, to boot. But for the money you had given me, I FROM A RHYMED LETTER TO THE KING AT THE TIME OF HIS EXILE AT FERRARA — 1535 THINK it may be that your Majesty, Sovereign King, may be. lieve that my absence is occasioned by my feeling the prick of some ill deed; but it is not so, for I do not feel myself to be of the number of the guilty: but I know of many corruptible judges in Paris, who, for pecuniary gain, or for friends, or for their own ends, or in tender grace and charity to some fair humble petitioner, will save the foul and guilty life of the most wicked criminal in the world; while on the other hand, for lack of bribing or protection, or from rancor, they are to the innocent so inhuman that I am loth to fall into their hands. They are much my enemies because of their hell, which I have set in a writing, wherein some few of their wicked wiles I lay bare. They wish great harm to me for a small work. As much as they, and with no good cause, wishes ill to me the ignorant Sorbonne. Very ignorant she shows herself in being the enemy of the noble trilingual academy [Collège de France] your Majesty has created. It is clearly manifest that within her precincts, against your Majesty's will is prohibited all teaching of Hebrew or Greek or Latin, she declaring it heretical. O poor creatures, all denuded of learning, you make true the familiar proverb, "Knowledge has no such haters as the ignorant." They have given me the name of Lutheran. I answer them that it is not so. Luther for me has not descended from heaven. Luther for my sins has not hung upon the cross; and I am quite sure that in his name I have not been baptized: I have been baptized in that Name at whose naming the Eternal Father gives that which is asked for, the sole Name in and by which this wicked world can find salvation. O Lord God . grant that whilst I live, my pen may be employed in thy honor; and if this my body be predestined by thee one day to be destroyed by fire, grant that it be for no light cause, but for thee and for thy Word. And I pray thee, Father, that the torture may not be so intense that my soul may be sunk in forgetfulness of thee, in whom is all my trust. |