Classic Poem

CARTEL

FOR BATTLE HORSE SHAPED BALET

These New Knights by me you heard
Their first son was ayeuls of Meander,
Who the river learned to turn their horses
As it turns and turns and bends in its waters.
Pyrrhe in that way on the tomb of Achilles
Feit an army dance, and the edges of Sicily
Aeneas, decorating his father tournaments,
Feit skip the Trojans to harness the motion,
Where young children into a hundred thousand ways
Meslerent the folds of their warlike races.
Pallas, which leads to his own hand
Shaped their horses, and gave them the brake
But rather have a mind, which wisely guide
By art, obedient to the loy of the flange.
One while you voirrez bowing to dance,
One while stepping back, approach, advance,
Escarter is, is far:, tighten, to join
On an elongated tip, and one while a lesser,
Infringing the war in a semblance of peace,
Cross, interlacing of law and blais,
One while in round, square and another while,
And a labyrinth, whose trace esgaree
We believe not in its various ways,
Thus we see dancing in the sea Dolphin,
As is seen flying through the bare
In many ways a group of cranes.
Or, to see our age, where Henry presides,
In any discipline nourry honorably,
Where the perfection of all mestiers abounds,
As far as parfaict and the largest in the world,
These Centaurs arm, unto our age incognus,
The sound of a Prince so high in France came
To educate people and make them easy
As far as the brake horses are docile,
And make his name everyone delight,
So anything to learn to serve.

CARTEL

FOR Chevaliers CELESTIAL OR D IOSCOURES

We are the Gemini whose extresme valeure
We estimate made son of the great Jupiter Mesme,
Who first fendismes, mates Jason
Neptune oars, from the Fleece;
Who by land and sea veinquismes bravado
Colchians in the land, sea Symplegades,
And that the people and their fuyans beaten path,
Whereat we were stars in the sky, led by virtue,
Whose rays to further our brand tested
Shine, dread winds and tempests.
Both memoratifs our first mestiers,
The night the sky for cestus we leave willingly
And wish again that we are immortal,
R'essayer fighting and the works of men.
So if quelcun wanted to keep weapons
The young warriors that the time is coming
Value should pass those to whom the ancient age
Imprimoit in the soul a heroic ardor,
And wills to mortals on eslever Gods
He comes on the ranks: we want him to prove
A horse fighting, sword and by spear,
That his opinion is false deceived
And that demy-gods fed by virtue
All Knights are the Gaigner taken
Making them confess by clear evidence
That man must cede to the heavenly race.