poets-from-france

"Rien n'est plus sot, Domergue, qu'un sot rire."

"Oh, le maudit bavard! oh, le sot érudit! Il dit tout ce qu'il sait, et ne sait ce qu'il dit."

"Nous avons de si riches plaines, Et de si fertiles côteaux, Disait un Gascon de Bordeaux, Que si l'on y plantait des gaines, Il y pousserait des couteaux."

"Et c'est dans la première flamme Qu'est tout le nectar du baiser."

"Non, La Harpe au Serpent n'a jamais ressemble; Le Serpent siffle, et La Harpe est sifflé."

"L'aimable siècle où l'homme dit à l'homme, Soyons frères, ou je t'assomme."

"Chloé, belle et poète, a deux petits travers: Elle fait son visage et ne fait pas ses vers."

"L'hymen est une maladie Qui n'a qu'une remède, l'Amour."

"Bon Dieu! l'aimable siècle où l'homme dit à l'homme, Soyons frères—ou je t'assomme."

"Le plus fidèle traducteur Est celui qui semble moins l'être. Qui suit pas à pas son auteur, N'est qu'un valet qui suit son maître."

"Le papillon est une fleur qui vole, La fleur un papillon fixé."

"L'esprit est le dieu des instans, Le génie est le dieu des âges."

"Je reprends mon bien où je le trouve."

"Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime, il faut aimer ce que l'on a."

"En général le ridicule touche au sublime."

"Où peut-on être mieux Qu'au sein de sa famille?"

"En général le ridicule touche au sublime, et pour marcher sur la limite qui les sépare, sans la passer jamais, il faut bien prendre garde à soi."

"Ce temps, si court, a des langueurs mortelles Quand l'âme oisive en compte les instans: C'est le travail qui lui donne des ailes."

"Le ciel, l'enfer sont dans le cœur de l'homme."

"Il n'est pas permis à tous les hommes d'être grands, mais ils peuvent tous être bons."

"Dans les espaces immenses de l'erreur, la vérité n'est qu'un point. Qui l'a saisi, ce point unique?"

"L'éloquence est dans l'âme, et non dans la parole."

"Pauperat artificis Naturae dona venustas Tyndaridis, formae flosculus, oris honor. humanam faciem fastidit forma, decoris prodiga, siderea gratuitate nitens. nescia forma paris, odii praeconia, laudes iudicis invidiae promeruisse potest. auro respondet coma, non replicata magistro nodo, descensu liberiore iacet; dispensare iubar humeris permissa decorem explicat et melius dispatiata placet. pagina frontis habet quasi verba faventis, inescat visus, nequitiae nescia, labe carens. nigra supercilia via lactea separat, arcus dividui prohibent luxuriare pilos. stellis praeradiant oculi Venerisque ministri esse favorali simplicitate monent. candori socio rubor interfusus in ore militat, a roseo flore tributa petens. non hospes colit ora color, nec purpura vultus languescit, niveo disputat ore rubor. linea procedit naris non ausa iacere aut inconsulto luxuriare gradu. oris honor rosei suspirat ad oscula, risu succincta modico lege labella tument. pendula ne fluitent, modico succincta tumore plena Dioneo melle labella rubent. dentes contendunt ebori, serieque retenta ordinis esse pares in statione student. colla polita nivem certant superare, tumorem increpat et lateri parca mamilla sedet."

"We are told that one great lord was so highly pleased with the first song of Aimeric de Pegulhan that he gave him his own palfrey and the very clothes he wore."

"Love, you have cast me where I have no heed. For heaven's sake, my friend, do what you need. Love, you reward at last for every wound. Friend, I will therefore make you safe and sound. Love, why compel the choice of such a one? Friend, I will show you what had best be done. Love, I can't bear the pain that rends my heart. Friend, I will choose another for your part.Love, all you do I see is of no use. Friend, you do wrong to utter such abuse. Love, must I part from her? Then tell me why. Friend, 'tis because I grieve to see you die. Love, do not think my heart from her to lure. Friend, then resolve in patience to endure. Love, may I hope my happiness to gain? Friend, yes at last, through service and through pain."

"Car mieills m'avetz ses doptanssa, Qe·l Vieills l'Asasina gen, Qu'il vant, neis s'eron part Franssa, Tant li son obedien, Aucir sos gerriers mortals."

"Si eu en soy desmentitz C'aysso no sia veritatz No n'er om per mi blasmatz Si per ver m'o contreditz; Ans vey sos sabers plus grans Si·m pot venser d'ayso segons rayso Qu'eu non say ges tot lo sen Salamo."

"Good lady, I from you and Love receive Sense, knowledge, vigor, heart, good words and song; To you and Love the thanks and praise belong If anything of worth I may achieve, For you have given me this mastery."

"Lady, for you great torment must I bear. Sir, you are foolish, for I do not care. Lady, for heaven's sake to me be kind. Sir, quite in vain your empty prayers you'll find. Good lady, I do love you faithfully. Good sir, and I dislike you utterly. Lady, my heart is therefore in distress. Sir, mine is ever light with happiness.Lady, all comfortless, I die for you. Sir, 'tis a task it takes you long to do. Lady, to live is worse than to bave died. Sir, since it harms me not, I'm satisfied. Lady, by you I am discouraged merely. Sir, do you therefore think I love you dearly? Lady, one glance my saving could effect. Sir, hope or comfort you need not expect.Lady, I go elsewhere to beg for grace. Sir, go! for who retains you in this place? Lady, for love of you I cannot go. 'Tis no affair of mine, sir, as you know. Lady, you answer me so harshly still. Sir, 'tis because I wish you every ill. Then, lady, I shall never see you kind? Sir, as you say: at last you know my mind."

"Squalidus hinc Within superas procedit ad auras. turtur ut exuvias mediis nudata pruinis primo vere redit,—vel, cum reditura iuventus implumes aquilas post multum sustinet aevum: illis deciduo spoliantur tegmine membra, perspicuamque aciem dudum tegit invida nubes, arma ruunt pedibus, frustantur guttura rostro, defessumque animum ref ovet spes nulla rapinae: sic Anglo, reducem dum cernit ab aequore lucem, calvities exesa apicem deterserat omnem, et cutis emissos excocta reliquerat ungues, palpebraque accrescens densas invexerat umbras, et nova lux oculos, tanta sub nocte gravatos, dum redit, offendit, nec cernere litus amoenum sufficiunt, ipsosque ruunt qui ex urbe propinquos vox vel sola manus, non visus munera produnt."

"Absent le chat, les souris dansent."

"O Pluton, Rabelais reçoy, A fin que toy qui es le Roy De ceux qui ne rient jamais, Tu ais un rieur desormais."

"Dis, cher aimé! Veux-tu venir vers ces pays où passent les caravanes, à l'ombre des palmiers de Kachmyr ou de Mysore? Veux-tu venir au Bengale choisir, dans les bazars, des roses, des étoffes et des filles d'Arménie, blanches comme le pelage des hermines? Veux-tu lever des armées soulever le nord de l'Iran, comme un jeune Cyaxare? Ou, plutôt, si nous appareillions pour Ceylan, où sont les blancs éléphants aux tours vermeilles, les aras de feu dans les feuillages, et d'en-soleillées demeures où tombent les pluies des jets d'eau dans les cours de marbre? [...] Quel plaisir d'attacher nos patins d'acier sur les routes de la pâle Suède! ou vers Christiania, dans les sentiers et les fjords éclatants des monts de la Norvège!"

"La Terre, dis-tu? Qu'a-t-elle donc jamais réalisé, cette goutte de fange glacée, dont l'Heure ne sait que mentir au milieu du ciel?"

"Vivre? les serviteurs feront cela pour nous."

"Who was ever sorrowful to behold the murderer of innocents brought to his end, or what man weepeth to see a just massacre done upon a tyrant, usurper, villain, and bloody personage?"

"I mean not to relate that which divers men believe, that a reasonable soul becometh the habitation of a meaner sort of devils, by whom men learn the secrets of things natural; and much less do I account of the supposed governors of the world feigned by magicians, by whose means they brag to effect marvelous things."

"As touching magical operations, I will grant them somewhat therein, finding divers histories that write thereof, and that the Bible maketh mention, and forbiddeth the use thereof: yea, the laws of the gentiles and ordinances of emperors have been made against it in such sort, that Mahomet, the great heretic and friend of the devil, by whose subtleties he abused most part of the east countries, hath ordained great punishments for such as use and practice those unlawful and damnable arts."

"I beseech you that shall read this history not to resemble the spider, that feedeth of the corruption that she findith in the flowers and fruits that are in the gardens, whereas the bee gathereth her honey out of the best and fairest flower she can find. For a man that is well brought up should read the lives of whoremongers, drunkards, incestuous, violent, and bloody persons, not to follow their steps and so to defile himself with such uncleanness, but to shun palliardise, abstain the superfluities and drunkenness in banquets, and follow the modesty, courtesy, and continency that recommendeth Hamlet in this discourse, who, while other made good cheer, continued sober; and where all men sought as much as they could to gather together riches and treasure, he, simply accounting riches nothing comparable to honor, sought to gather a multitude of virtues, that might make him equal to those that by them were esteemed as gods; having not as then received the light of the Gospel, that men might see among the barbarians, and them that were far from the knowledge of one only God, that nature was provoked to follow that which is good, and those forward to embrace virtue, for that there was never any nation, how rude or barbarous soever, that took not some pleasure to do that which seemed good, thereby to win praise and commendations, which we have said to be the reward of virtue and good life. I delight to speak of these strange histories, and of people that were unchristened, that the virtue of the rude people may give more splendor to our nation, who, seeing them so complete, wise, prudent, and well advised in their actions, might strive not only to follow (imitation being a small matter), but to surmount them, as our religion surpasseth their superstition, and our age more purged, subtle, and gallant, than the season wherein they lived and made their virtues known."

"[T]he nature of all young men, especially such as are brought up wantonly, is so transported with the desires of the flesh, and entereth so greedily into the pleasures thereof, that it is almost impossible to cover the foul affection, neither yet to dissemble or hide the same by art or industry, much less to shun it. What cunning or subtlety soever they use to cloak their pretense, seeing occasion offered, and that in secret, especially in the most enticing sin that reigneth in man, they cannot choose (being constrained by voluptuousness) but fall to natural effect and working."

"If vengeance ever seemed to have any show of justice, it is then when piety and affection constraineth us to remember our fathers unjustly murdered, as the things whereby we are dispensed withal, and which seek the means not to leave treason and murder unpunished; seeing David, a holy and just king, and of nature simple, courteous, and debonair, yet when he died he charged his son Solomon (that succeeded him in his throne) not to suffer certain men that had done him injury to escape unpunished. Not that this holy king (as then ready to die, and to give account before God of all his actions) was careful or desirous of revenge, but to leave this example unto us, that where the prince or country is interested, the desire of revenge cannot by any means (how small soever) bear the title of condemnation, but is rather commendable and worthy of praise; for otherwise the good Kings of Judah, nor others had not pursued them to death, that had offended their predecessors, if God himself had not inspired and engraven that desire within their hearts. Hereof the Athenian laws bear witness, whose custom was to erect images in remembrance of those men that, revenging the injuries of the commonwealth, boldly massacred tyrants and such as troubled the peace and welfare of the citizens."

"[T]he diversities of opinions among that multitude of people being many, yet every man ignorant what would be the issue of that tragedy, none stirred from thence, neither yet attempted to move any tumult, every man fearing his own skin, and, distrusting his neighbor, esteeming each other to be consenting to the massacre."

"Hamlet, in this sort counterfeiting the madman, many times did divers actions of great and deep consideration, and often made such and so fit answers that a wise man would soon have judged from what spirit so fine an invention might procced, for that standing by the fire and sharpening sticks like poniards and pricks, one in smiling manner asked him wherefore he made those little staves so sharp at the points? "I prepare," saith he, "piercing darts and sharp arrows to revenge my father's death.""

"[T]he counselor entered secretly into the Queen's chamber and there hid himself behind the arras, not long before the Queen and Hamlet came thither, who, being crafty and politic, as soon as he was within the chamber, doubting some treason, and fearing if he should speak severely and wisely to his mother touching his secret practices he should be understood and by that means intercepted, used his ordinary manner of dissimulation, and began to crow like a cock, beating with his arms in such manner as cocks use to strike with their wings, upon the hangings of the chamber; whereby, feeling something stirring under them, he cried, "A rat, a rat," and presently drawing his sword thrust it into the hangings, which done, pulled the counselor half dead out by the heels, made an end of killing him, and, being slain, cut his body in pieces, which he caused to be boiled and then cast it into an open vault or privy, that so it might serve for food to the hogs."

"[T]he desire of bearing sovereign rule and authority respecteth neither blood nor amity, nor caring for virtue, as being wholly without respect of laws, or majesty divine; for it is not possible that he which invadeth the country and taketh away the riches of another man without cause or reason should know or fear God."

"[W]here shall a man find a more wicked and bold woman than a great personage once having loosed the bands of honor and honesty? [...] But I will not stand to gaze and marvel at women, for that there are many which seek to blaze and set them forth, in which their writings they spare not to blame them all for the faults of some one or few women. But I say that either nature ought to have bereaved man of that opinion to accompany with women, or else to endow them with such spirits as that they may easily support the crosses they endure, without complaining so often and so strangely, seeing it is their own beastliness that overthrows them. For if it be so that a woman is so imperfect a creature as they make her to be, and that they know this beast to be so hard to be tamed as they affirm, why then are they so foolish to preserve them, and so dull and brutish as to trust their deceitful and wanton embracings?"

"Is this the part of a queen and daughter to a king? To live like a brute beast and like a mare that yieldeth her body to the horse that hath beaten her companion away, to follow the pleasure of an abominable king that hath murdered a far more honester and better man than himself in massacring Horvendile, the honor and glory of the Danes, who are now esteemed of no force nor valor at all, since the shining splendor of knighthood was brought to an end by the most wickedest and cruellest villain living upon earth? [...] O Queen Geruthe, it is the part of a bitch to couple with many and desire acquaintance of divers mastiffs; it is licentiousness only that hath made you deface out of your mind the memory of the valor and virtues of the good king your husband and my father. [...] It is not the part of a woman, much less of a princess, in whom all modesty, courtesy, compassion, and love ought to abound, thus to leave her dear child to fortune in the bloody and murderous hands of a villain and traitor. Brute beasts do not so, for lions, tigers, ounces, and leopards fight for the safety and defense of their whelps; and birds that have beaks, claws, and wings resist such as would ravish them of their young ones."

"It toucheth not the matter herein to discover the parts of divination in man, and whether this Prince, by reason of his over-great melancholy, had received those impressions, divining that which never any but himself had before declared, like the philosophers who, discoursing of divers deep points of philosophy, attribute the force of those divinations to such as are Saturnists by complexion, who oftentimes speak of things which, their fury ceasing, they then already can hardly understand who are the pronouncers."

"Que vaut biautez, que vaut richece, Que vaut honeurs? que vaut hautece, Puis que morz tot a sa devise Fait sor nos pluie et secherece, Puis qu'ele a tot en sa destrece, Quanqu'en despist et quanqu'en prise?"

"Prenez-vous, quittez-vous, cherchez-vous tour à tour, Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour."