Classic Poem

ODE TO JUSTICE.

Ocean waves his Fieres
The encor earth furrounded,
Ny Titan on her fair clartez
The new day is ramenoit,
Ny sister revoustoit his face
When the heavy mass of Cahos
Enserroit in roundness
Seeds and greatness
And acordz of all things:
The nature and various faitz,
And the image of the universe
In his pesle mesle enclosed within.

But since God's hand
In a divine affection
This stationary machines
Had broken confusion
And fire, earth and wave,
The sky and the members of the world
Were her belly tear,
The stars adonq 'tie
By the great God in his great temple
Darted their radiated heat
The newly born man
That god fist to his example.

And since this man also
Began life happy,
Who filoit douceureuse
Without work and worry;
Especially since the ground
Lavished without giving trouble
All its need,
And fever rongearde,
Ny the dim old age
Do embloient his praise.

The rivers full of nectar
Couroient to-val instead of water,
And sweet milk: by fonteines,
And red honey by ruysseaux;
Tousjours open Campaigns
Esmailloient is boldly green,
And tousjours Zephire ventoit,
Never hyver not arrestoit
The steep career rivers.
Ains souz a thriving printens
The forestz a teinct greening
Always had their new dresses.

Thus suyvoit man his life
Plenty of rest and seurte,
Without the convoiteuse envye
Machinast on his freedom
And without it cogneust hour
The only place of his habitation;
Until that happy fust century
This century gold enfoisonne
Millet and millet other riches
And as was the curious sky
To promote the best
Its liberal largesse.

Since this age slippery
On a rolling speed
Appeared in his wealth
Slowly pallissant;
And earth encor FULL
His chest nourrissiere
Felt hurt badly,
So she and injured
Gave, although qu'ensemencee,
His property more greedily.

Cestus after season ended
On the air quietly serene,
Men ourdirent life
Under the age troisiesme brazen:
Is enflammans desja audacity
The Heart, the poytrine and face,
And a care too curious
Sentr'adextrans who-better-best
The sudden manyment weapons
Puys for sewing grans horses
The acoustumant the work
Hard and perilous alarms.

All of a wire suyvante the race,
Loy by a fatal arrest,
Vesquit souz the menassante loy
The century of the basest metal,
And the man in any year
Cercha do nothing more than vice,
Bogging soymesme breast
On various venomous design
To execute the miserable,
Ore dipping his hands Fieres
The blood of his brothers siblings
In execrable lust;

Ores Epoint to larceny
Enriching his family
By the riches he plundered
Meschamment his Voysin;
Now the stepmother she-wolf,
By despit she incubates,
Stirring, a cueur rabid
The horror of a disaster
Against the innocent fillastre
Chastely encouraged.

So ja-already all fear,
All faith and all goodness
Estoit by men extinguished guides
In their free will;
Ja and resided in their place
The burning wrath, the fallacy,
The strength and feigned friendship
Without reason, pity,
Late respect, no shame,
By men as dereiglez
In their dazzle espritz,
Tenuz were in a fairy tale.

Ja the ferryman haussoit its sails
And gave to the wind,
Ore clarity of estoiles,
Ore raiz to the rising sun;
And without it cogneut rabies
Of Flotz esmeuz, not for the storm,
Acouroit without fear of danger
Visit estranger people
To delight the few things;
And the cunning desja Surveyor
Mettoit divided on the field
The merque misers terminals.

All-in-all the man cerchoit,
In boiling avarice,
This dazzling wealth
That's too much too allechoit,
Rerummaging trouble bitter
In the womb of his mother,
Secretz to the most guts,
To snatch their mine
Gold and fine esmeraude
The sting of so many evils.

This tens during the virgin Astraea
Vergoigneuse voiloit his eyes
And in driving the country
Renger was going to be between the Gods;
Bringing encor 'souz his aesle
His compaignes Sisters avecq her
Who, in their blemissantes teinct,
Montoient the sky of a forced flight
Abandoning down to earth
The squadron defects pervert
Who epandans by the universe
Their faisoient too hayneuse war.

Those virgins in heaven reached,
From a long sigh relaxing
Conduysoient is between the bare
Regret the testes stooping;
And low unfolding language,
Is entreconsultoient harangue
They recite desseignoient
Before their father Jupiter.
In the end, they came
At the highest estage of heaven
Where the largest of all the Gods
They found between the Gods.

When bending knees,
Coustumiere their grace,
Justice from the first,
Vindrent to this All-puyssant;
That a benign glance
And a estroicte acolade
The bienveigna gently
Giving the whole band,
Near his majesty
Place in his firmament.

Touteffois before get started,
Astrea all spoke,
Kissing his Father's right hand,
Who still comfortable Acolla:
If so, she said, Father,
That the whole universe COMPLY
As it pleases you to sainctes laws,
If it is true, do at times cestus
That vile people obey you,
This people who acompaignant
Vices, will not disdaining
Let your Vertuz and your Justice.

Not content with what he hunts
Against soy Mesme so tortz,
But focusing, tired! thy seed
Avecq horror thousand effortz,
And so pressing his estreintes,
At the end he forced us
The light opiniastre,
To let enchevestre
Reth at its own meschance,
And erecting the eye to the appeal,
You come ask for help
To punish him for his offense.

Toy doncq who hold in your hands
The thunder and lightning,
Crumples and breaks all powder
These persist inhuman.
Fai thy high power
Their faces feel the fault
Qu'ilz have done to us,
Fai and their arrogance
Very soon feel the vengence
Your most righteous anger.

Or fai depite a rage
The horrible suyve in all endroitz,
For it is at least what deserves
Whoever violates your laws;
DONQ this vile people who do cure
That dirt and filth
These defects ensanglantez;
Who orgueillissent indomtez
Too ashamed of nostre fuyte,
Poursuyvans encor their aboys,
Dardans and a hideous voice
Brocardz thousand unto our suyte.

A much, for fear of displeasing
By a too long wire connection,
Justice wanted silence
For response and rest.
Jupiter and its crumbling tests
Granted its fair requeste,
Telling them all this:
Tear it soucy biting,
My daughters, Vostre poytrine,
Tear this regret encloz,
And many, many sanglotz
Not disturb the divine troppe.

I wot very well the torment
And poursuyte too bright
This race Chetive
You did it so long;
I know not what fervent penalty
Although uselessly vain
You took over there
To entertain suyvre
Voz foes, and live
Beneath their appastz crafty.

I wot encor what rage
This vile rabid populasse
Despised in courage
Voz laws of outraged honor.
But by Flotz Styx I swear
It will amend this insult
For many encombrier and ennuy
I Feray rain upon him,
In the end, the future race,
Gaze into its malheurtez
To clear of voz clartez,
Suyvra droictement the droicture.

Do not be so doncq weeping;
Because I still faiz an oath
By waves not parjurees,
That soon, hopefully
Trionfantes cestus of war
We return to earth
To replant voz honors;
So redressans police
That the most vicious men
Never have before their eyes
That vertuz and justice.

Them a Prince I voy,
Maistre, souz me, of France,
That will balance Vostre
Full of faith equitable;
A Prince covered with glory,
Which confine his victory
Dez the sky More fervent,
Hyperbore to shore,
And the LICT of Dawn
To the lowest West.

It is this HENRY, my beautiful girls,
Who will reflorir encor
Voz autoritez all such
They estoient the golden century;
Honnorant, songneux holy and without,
Honors Vostre loy holy,
And just seeding
Parmy obeyssant his people;
So that the error, crime,
And the proud impurite,
Chase of truth,
Will go diving into their abisme.

It is he who in his kingdom
Will Vostre name Revere
Both souz a thatched roof in,
That in a more elaboure;
And which for you to fear,
And who better to keep enfraindre
Just and divine decretz Voz,
Commetra discretz of men
Suffisans to behave well,
And swing holily
On contrepoix also
What can and can not nuyre.

Between lesquelz I puys veoir
Re already, I think,
A brave who joined together
The valor and wit,,
One that Luyt between the rest
As my celeste Palace
The raiz the largest torch;
I di un, whose memory
Domtera black Parque,
Time Mesme and the tomb.

Cettuy-cy, my good girls,
Beneath the favor of so Roy
Make unnecessary fury
Who will want to bite on loy,
And an eternal asseurance
Will guide Parmy France,
Merquant eye endementiers
And bad and whole;
Tousjours and a constant soul
Resistant against donations
Who can initiate bills,
As is their Allechante presence.

Also the fate girls orders
So that one day you puyssiez veoir
Double what I give you,
To receive double honor;
And him, nay noble race,
Ignorance vile terrace
Him that the graces parferont,
Him fill the Muses
In immortal fame,
He who, vivid tousjours demourant,
Leave, beautiful, dying
Its noise Europe sown.

While Jupiter Teut,
His Eagle escroulant all,
And the people that were Escoute
Laughing at ease she had.
But it's time that I draw
Traictz my purpose to which I aspire;
Sus doncq Muse, my sweet solicitous,
Strip my bow, sweet Muse
So better I push
To the most afar climate.

God will guard the honor of France,
God will guard my great AVANSON,
Learned winner of Ignorance
And ornament of my song;
So your greatness can begin to grow,
Tousjours apparoistre and prosperous,
As nature and the heavens
You are wealthy with all their best;
Making you not only worthy
Mignardz trills of my verses,
But encor various accordz
The Pindaric buccine.

I who Suy of the holy Prophets
The King of men and gods
I who Suy its interpreters,
I now present to your eyes,
Agitated by a divine ardor
That ignites my poytrine;
To reveal to you that motz
He closed the About
He held the virgin Astraea,
Were not recite oncques
What predicting raritez
Which you gild nostre country.

It's toy, of which Jupiter
Made so happy life
That depiteuse envye
No one will pique;
It's toy, which doubtes guiere
Fortune journaliere,
You merely average,
Parmy rich and pumps
Where pride so you deceive,
Athamante not imitating.

Either the gates of war
Brothels are a thousand bolts
And that rage there encloses
Estreinte hundred thousand nodes;
Or is the proud Discord
Nostre Rende France warrior,
Tousjours and tousjours I aperçoy
A great toy after peat
Marking of its acoiser quereles;
Knowing well that war and peace
You do what you do peuz
All new franchises.

But Quoy! I entrevoys to your suyte
My Paschal curve that the chief,
As the one that resve poursuyte
On mechef inextricable.
This Luyton Proces, cestus beste
Who Degorge so tempest,
This snake, I dy, frenzied,
The would he jusqu'icy Trayne
Its Languedoc who adores
For its lyme gnaw
As a estranger chiquaneur
Who is grommellant descolore?

Stage fright bite soucy,
Puys his forehead wrinkles too,
And too wet face
The tesmoignent nearly so.
Permetras you DONQ 'he leaves
The immortal peat espesse
Infant nine Seurs,
Him that once Calliope
On Mount Dual Crope
Overwhelmed many of its sweetness?

Do you see the beautiful item Cheine
Faicte in enamelled gold hoops
Wherewith it by ear ameine
All great people esmerveille;
Mesme the beautiful Venice
That all the gaping socket
On Estre of mind ALUME
Wherewith the Arpin was inflamed,
And Tholoze learned again
That the honor of his wit,
Feels so much honor to receive
What the honnorant it honors.

I cognoy Parmy this band
His Durban, the cutest Gods
Whose virtue request
To drive in heaven
Aelles that she steals
From one pole to the other:
I voy Panjas that young years
Deffie Death and Time,
Tumery, Revergat the Roze,
From my Buix and your Charbonier,
Who thus held the last
To lick the verses he composed.

I voy encor is meslans
Among these golden clartez,
More than azure vaults
Étincellans has no stars;
But almost all lament
Procez of that torment
On forcenement felon,
Luy Muses great Prestre,
So that is cognoistre
The Compaignon of Apollo.

These virgins, these Pegasids,
Adjure you by Attica honey
Not to allow their guides
Cettuyci taste it as gall;
You if you promise accorded the
Of pinseter so the strings
Lute their ringing tone noise
Qu'ell's you exenteront of Nuyt.
The rock lobster doncques their promises,
And a balanced judgment
Deride the front vistement
Cantor saint of these Goddesses.

Because it can grace your vaunted
Better than I keep forgetting,
And colomnes Atlantees
Till India's dart;
Him that a prayer Romaine
France bravely we meine
To the most distant strangers,
Allemans doing some
Yea everyone Pau bathes
By the many sounds of his voice
As in France, François
The doctrine acompaigne.

But repren, Muse, it's time,
Repren your bow and your kit
Puys thy sweet Flesche
Charm and the escoutans;
And lest cuydant please
You do the opposite faces,
On the fun too abundant,
Encor elsewhere glory
Sacrerons in Brief,
By the earth espandant.