Classic Poem

THE P OETES THIS TIME .

To whom fraisches valleys
For me, so hard frosts
Open to fountains,
That you can put paint
The great object of the Universe
And all traicts nature,

So dear to the glory fine spirits,
S and a ns that the eye of memory
Sçauroit not find anything beautiful,
Escoutez the voice of a poet
Alarms tomb
Chasque time to make dumb.

You sçavez an unfair race
Now because of my disgrace
The toy misleading zeal
Their plots and treacherous,
Which resolved more afraid,
Take my enchaisnees Muses.

If it happens that my shipwreck
Is the end of this great storm
I voy menassez my days,
I implore you O holy trouppe
By all the honor of trespassez,
Want to finish my complaint.

Keep that slander
Leaves the ignominy
It torments me to swear,
And she lights the fire,
If my bones are devour
Not as Brusle my pen.

Against all spirits glass
Once I had a thunder
But time flatters their wrath,
All leaves me, the Muse is taken,
And the noise of so many bolts
Shocks me the voice, and the breeze.

If cestus enemy race
Leave me after so much infamy
In terms avenge me
Do not expect that I avenge myself:
Instead of caring for the insult,
I dAuray care Vostre praise.

Because if my need for c are struggling
Against those who persecute me,
How human land
Are seized their leagues?
It would be necessary against them more hands
What do auroient Briarees percent.

My poor soul all abatui,
In this long BORED kills me
Has no violent desires:
My courage and asseurance
Make me strong eslans
Coste of my expectancy.

Icy desnouir for the chaisne
Which takes me to Gesne perst,
My mind aplique its Soings
And reserve power
That rembarer false witness thereof
Who combatront my innocence.

Desja six months I think
What if dangerous lie
They have handed me the link,
And what if flexible artifice
Their minds more strong than mine
Convince me through evil.

Void is enough that my parts,
Although carefully adverties
Of my criminal secrets,
Have recourse to deception,
And my Judges are discrete
Not to punish their fury.

But as well as f ouler their hatred
Judges have feet of wool,
I voy these human minds
Leave long time scolding envy,
Without putting their heavy hands
Over my innocent life.

And yet my patience,
A good conscience which
Promises one day my freedom,
Exerted to find a file
That persuades their kindness
Be forgiven without crime.

My Muse weak and breathless,
Opening his unfortunate vein
A use Vostre pity:
Do not bite focus on his work,
For icy Vostre enmity
Desmentiroit Vostre courage.

I was never so proud
That oster worms M ALHERBE
François they taught us,
And without malice and envy
I ay tousjours leu in his writings
The immortality of his life.

Pleust Heaven that his fame
Fust also dearly Aymee
My Prince, it is of me
His destiny away from the town
Would be tousjours with Roy
Inside the car of fortune.

Another vein, violent,
Igniting bloody hot Tousjours
Fighting war and love,
A so Esclat on theaters
What despit of freslons court
She made my idolastres meaning:

H ARDY , the largest volume
Has never been taught to dry up the pen,
Pushes a torrent so to
We would say that water Hypocrene
Does not take all vessels ouvers
Then there fulfills its vein.

P ORCHERES so flame
Shoot the movements of the soul
Towards the road immortal,
He leaves for all of Contents
Where to find her altars,
And other cemeteries.

Yet not I dare ay item
Treading their first track.
B OISROBERT may result in
After all its not a press,
Who better than I can give
Commendations of his Princess.

S. A MAN knoweth polish rhyme
With a sweet lime
His lute is no more mignard,
Ny G OMBAUT in elegy,
Ny the epigrame M ENARD ,
Which seems to have magic.

And you, a thousand or more that I love,
My purpose still wants to join
A vigorous these genies,
Who I spot icy glory
To what doom
The choir was in my memory,

Seeing my estourdies Muses
Frights and diseases
Taking me every moment,
Faittes them some caress
Appointment and the compliments
Of him whom you address.