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To His August Highness Monseigneur The Prince De Conti	A
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The gods for that themselves are good	B
The like in mortal monarchs would	B
The prime of royal rights is grace	C
To this e'en sweet revenge gives place	C
So thinks your highness while your wrath	D
Its cradle for its coffin hath	D
Achilles no such conquest knew	E
In this a hero less than you	E
That name indeed belongs to none	F
Save those who have beneath the sun	F
Their hundred generous actions done	F
The golden age produced such powers	G
But truly few this age of ours	G
The men who now the topmost sit	H
Are thank'd for crimes which they omit	H
For you unharm'd by such examples	I
A thousand noble deeds are winning temples	I
Wherein Apollo by the altar fire	J
Shall strike your name upon his golden lyre	K
The gods await you in their azure dome	L
One age must serve for this your lower home	L
One age entire with you would Hymen dwell	M
O that his sweetest spell	M
For you a destiny may bind	N
By such a period scarce confined	N
The princess and yourself no less deserve	O
Her charms as witnesses shall serve	O
As witnesses those talents high	P
Pour'd on you by the lavish sky	P
Outshining all pretence of peers	Q
Throughout your youthful years	Q
A Bourbon seasons grace with wit	H
To that which gains esteem in mixture fit	H
He adds a portion from above	R
Wherewith to waken love	R
To paint your joy my task is less sublime	S
I therefore turn aside to rhyme	S
What did a certain bird of prey	T
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A kite possessor of a nest antique	U
Was caught alive one day	T
It was the captor's freak	U
That this so rare a bird	V
Should on his sovereign be conferr'd	V
The kite presented by the man of chase	C
With due respect before the monarch's face	C
If our account is true	E
Immediately flew	E
And perch'd upon the royal nose	W
What on the nose of majesty	A
Ay on the consecrated nose did he	A
Had not the king his sceptre and his crown	X
Why if he had or had not 'twere all one	F
The royal nose as if it graced a clown	X
Was seized The things by courtiers done	F
And said and shriek'd 'twere hopeless to relate	Y
The king in silence sate	Y
An outcry from a sovereign king	Z
Were quite an unbecoming thing	Z
The bird retain'd the post where he had fasten'd	A2
No cries nor efforts his departure hasten'd	A2
His master call'd as in an agony of pain	B2
Presented lure and fist but all in vain	B2
It seem'd as if the cursed bird	V
With instinct most absurd	V
In spite of all the noise and blows	W
Would roost upon that sacred nose	W
The urging off of courtiers pages master	J
But roused his will to cling the faster	J
At last he quit as thus the monarch spoke	C2
'Give egress hence imprimis to this kite	D2
And next to him who aim'd at our delight	D2
From each his office we revoke	C2
The one as kite we now discharge	E2
The other as a forester at large	E2
As in our station it is fit	H
We do all punishment remit '	-
The court admired The courtiers praised the deed	F2
In which themselves did but so ill succeed	F2
Few kings had taken such a course	G2
The fowler might have fared far worse	H2
His only crime as of his kite	D2
Consisted in his want of light	D2
About the danger there might be	A
In coming near to royalty	A
Forsooth their scope had wholly been	I2
Within the woods Was that a sin	I2
By Pilpay this remarkable affair	J2
Is placed beside the Ganges' flood	K2
No human creature ventures there	J2
To shed of animals the blood	K2
The deed not even royalty would dare	J2
'Know we ' they say both lord and liege	L2
'This bird saw not the Trojan siege	L2
Perhaps a hero's part he bore	M2
And there the highest helmet wore	M2
What once he was he yet may be	A
Taught by Pythagoras are we	A
That we our forms with animals exchange	N2
We're kites or pigeons for a while	O2
Then biped plodders on the soil	P2
And then	Q2
As volatile again	Q2
The liquid air we range '	-
Now since two versions of this tale exist	R2
I'll give the other if you list	R2
A certain falconer had caught	S2
A kite and for his sovereign thought	T2
The bird a present rich and rare	J2
It may be once a century	A
Such game is taken from the air	J2
For 'tis the pink of falconry	A
The captor pierced the courtier crowd	U2
With zeal and sweat as if for life	V2
Of such a princely present proud	U2
His hopes of fortune sprang full rife	V2
When slap the savage made him feel	W2
His talons newly arm'd with steel	W2
By perching on his nasal member	J
As if it had been senseless timber	J
Outshriek'd the wight but peals of laughter	J
Which threaten'd ceiling roof and rafter	J
From courtier page and monarch broke	C2
Who had not laugh'd at such a joke	C2
From me so prone am I to such a sin	I2
An empire had not held me in	I2
I dare not say that had the pope been there	J2
He would have join'd the laugh sonorous	X2
But sad the king I hold who should not dare	J2
To lead for such a cause in such a chorus	X2
The gods are laughers Spite of ebon brows	Y2
Jove joints the laugh which he allows	Y2
As history saith the thunderer's laugh went up	Z2
When limping Vulcan served the nectar cup	Z2
Whether or not immortals here are wise	A3
Good sense I think in my digression lies	A3
For since the moral's what we have in view	E
What could the falconer's fate have taught us new	E
Who does not notice in the course of things	B3
More foolish falconers than indulgent kings	B3

Jean De La Fontaine

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