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PETER RONSARD loquitur	A
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Heigho '' yawned one day King Francis	B
Distance all value enhances	C
When a man's busy why leisure	A
Strikes him as wonderful pleasure	A
'Faith and at leisure once is he	D
Straightway he wants to be busy	D
Here we've got peace and aghast I'm	E
Caught thinking war the true pastime	E
Is there a reason in metre	A
Give us your speech master Peter ''	-
I who if mortal dare say so	F
Ne'er am at loss with my Naso	F
Sire '' I replied joys prove cloudlets	F
Men are the merest Ixions''	F
Here the King whistled aloud Let's	F
Heigho go look at our lions ''	-
Such are the sorrowful chances	F
If you talk fine to King Francis	F
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And so to the courtyard proceeding	G
Our company Francis was leading	G
Increased by new followers tenfold	H
Before be arrived at the penfold	H
Lords ladies like clouds which bedizen	I
At sunset the western horizon	I
And Sir De Lorge pressed 'mid the foremost	J
With the dame he professed to adore most	J
Oh what a face One by fits eyed	K
Her and the horrible pitside	K
For the penfold surrounded a hollow	F
Which led where the eye scarce dared follow	F
And shelved to the chamber secluded	K
Where Bluebeard the great lion brooded	K
The King bailed his keeper an Arab	L
As glossy and black as a scarab	L
And bade him make sport and at once stir	A
Up and out of his den the old monster	A
They opened a hole in the wire work	M
Across it and dropped there a firework	M
And fled one's heart's beating redoubled	K
A pause while the pit's mouth was troubled	K
The blackness and silence so utter	A
By the firework's slow sparkling and sputter	A
Then earth in a sudden contortion	I
Gave out to our gaze her abortion	I
Such a brute Were I friend Clement Marot	K
Whose experience of nature's but narrow	F
And whose faculties move in no small mist	K
When he versifies David the Psalmist	K
I should study that brute to describe you	N
Illim Juda Leonem de Tribu	L
One's whole blood grew curdling and creepy	D
To see the black mane vast and heapy	D
The tail in the air stiff and straining	G
The wide eyes nor waxing nor waning	G
As over the barrier which bounded	K
His platform and us who surrounded	K
The barrier they reached and they rested	K
On space that might stand him in best stead	K
For who knew he thought what the amazement	K
The eruption of clatter and blaze meant	K
And if in this minute of wonder	A
No outlet 'mid lightning and thunder	A
Lay broad and his shackles all shivered	K
The lion at last was delivered	K
Ay that was the open sky o'erhead	K
And you saw by the flash on his forehead	K
By the hope in those eyes wide and steady	K
He was leagues in the desert already	K
Driving the flocks up the mountain	I
Or catlike couched hard by the fountain	I
To waylay the date gathering negress	F
So guarded he entrance or egress	F
How he stands '' quoth the King we may well swear	A
No novice we've won our spurs elsewhere	A
And so can afford the confession	I
We exercise wholesome discretion	I
In keeping aloof from his threshold	K
Once hold you those jaws want no fresh hold	K
Their first would too pleasantly purloin	I
The visitor's brisket or surloin	I
But who's he would prove so fool hardy	K
Not the best man of Marignan pardie ''	-
	-
The sentence no sooner was uttered	K
Than over the rails a glove flattered	K
Fell close to the lion and rested	K
The dame 'twas who flung it and jested	K
With life so De Lorge had been wooing	G
For months past he sat there pursuing	G
His suit weighing out with nonchalance	F
Fine speeches like gold from a balance	F
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Sound the trumpet no true knight's a tarrier	A
De Lorge made one leap at the barrier	A
Walked straight to the glove while the lion	I
Neer moved kept his far reaching eye on	I
The palm tree edged desert spring's sapphire	A
And the musky oiled skin of the Kaffir	A
Picked it up and as calmly retreated	K
Leaped back where the lady was seated	K
And full in the face of its owner	A
Flung the glove	O
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Your heart's queen you dethrone her	A
So should I '' cried the King 'twas mere vanity	K
Not love set that task to humanity ''	-
Lords and ladies alike turned with loathing	G
From such a proved wolf in sheep's clothing	G
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Not so I for I caught an expression	I
In her brow's undisturbed self possession	I
Amid the Court's scoffing and merriment	K
As if from no pleasing experiment	K
She rose yet of pain not much heedful	F
So long as the process was needful	F
As if she had tried in a crucible	F
To what speeches like gold'' were reducible	F
And finding the finest prove copper	A
Felt the smoke in her face was but proper	A
To know what she had not to trust to	K
Was worth all the ashes and dust too	K
She went out 'mid hooting and laughter	A
Clement Marot stayed I followed after	A
And asked as a grace what it all meant	K
If she wished not the rash deed's recalment	K
For I'' so I spoke am a poet	K
Human nature behoves that I know it ''	-
	-
She told me Too long had I heard	K
Of the deed proved alone by the word	K
For my love what De Lorge would not dare	A
With my scorn what De Lorge could compare	A
And the endless descriptions of death	P
He would brave when my lip formed a breath	P
I must reckon as braved or of course	F
Doubt his word and moreover perforce	F
For such gifts as no lady could spurn	I
Must offer my love in return	I
When I looked on your lion it brought	K
All the dangers at once to my thought	K
Encountered by all sorts of men	I
Before he was lodged in his den	I
From the poor slave whose club or bare hands	F
Dug the trap set the snare on the sands	F
With no King and no Court to applaud	K
By no shame should he shrink overawed	K
Yet to capture the creature made shift	K
That his rude boys might laugh at the gift	K
To the page who last leaped o'er the fence	F
Of the pit on no greater pretence	F
Than to get back the bonnet he dropped	K
Lest his pay for a week should be stopped	K
So wiser I judged it to make	Q
One trial what death for my sake'	Q
Really meant while the power was yet mine	I
Than to wait until time should define	I
Such a phrase not so simply as I	R
Who took it to mean just to die '	-
The blow a glove gives is but weak	Q
Does the mark yet discolour my cheek	Q
But when the heart suffers a blow	F
Will the pain pass so soon do you know ''	-
	-
I looked as away she was sweeping	Q
And saw a youth eagerly keeping	Q
As close as he dared to the doorway	S
No doubt that a noble should more weigh	S
His life than befits a plebeian	I
And yet had our brute been Nemean	I
I judge by a certain calm fervour	A
The youth stepped with forward to serve her	A
He'd have scarce thought you did him the worst turn	I
If you whispered Friend what you'd get first earn ''	-
And when shortly after she carried	K
Her shame from the Court and they married	K
To that marriage some happiness maugre	A
The voice of the Court I dared augur	A
	-
For De Lorge he made women with men vie	R
Those in wonder and praise these in envy	K
And in short stood so plain a head taller	A
That he wooed and won how do you call her	A
The beauty that rose in the sequel	F
To the King's love who loved her a week well	F
And 'twas noticed he never would honour	A
De Lorge who looked daggers upon her	A
With the easy commission of stretching	Q
His legs in the service and fetching	Q
His wife from her chamber those straying	Q
Sad gloves she was always mislaying	Q
While the King took the closet to chat in	I
But of course this adventure came pat in	I
And never the King told the story	A
How bringing a glove brought such glory	A
But the wife smiled His nerves are grown firmer	A
Mine he brings now and utters no murmur ''	-
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Venienti occurrite morbo	L
With which moral I drop my theorbo	L
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A beetle	F