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Offline Benedict d'Over

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A Submission to the Royal Society on Love
« on: 17:47, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. »
Marie, de qui les attraits
Servent aux Grâces de modèle,
Et qui naquîtes toute belle,
A votre indifférence près,
Pourriez-vous être favorable
Aux jeux innocents d'une Fable,
Et voir, sans vous épouvanter,
Un Lion qu'Amour sut dompter ?
Amour est un étrange maître.
Heureux qui peut ne le connaître
Que par récit, lui ni ses coups !
Quand on en parle devant vous,
Si la vérité vous offense,
La Fable au moins se peut souffrir :
Celle-ci prend bien l'assurance
De venir à vos pieds s'offrir,
Par zèle et par reconnaissance.

Du temps que les bêtes parlaient,
Les Lions entre autres voulaient
Etre admis dans notre alliance.
Pourquoi non ? puisque leur engeance
Valait la nôtre en ce temps-là,
Ayant courage, intelligence,
Et belle hure outre cela.
Voici comment il en alla :
Un Lion de haut parentage,
En passant par un certain pré,
Rencontra Bergère à son gré :
Il la demande en mariage.
Le père aurait fort souhaité
Quelque gendre un peu moins terrible.
La donner lui semblait bien dur ;
La refuser n'était pas sûr ;
Même un refus eût fait possible
Qu'on eût vu quelque beau matin
Un mariage clandestin.
Car outre qu'en toute manière
La belle était pour les gens fiers,
Fille se coiffe volontiers
D'amoureux à longue crinière.
Le Père donc ouvertement
N'osant renvoyer notre amant,
Lui dit : "Ma fille est délicate ;
Vos griffes la pourront blesser
Quand vous voudrez la caresser.
Permettez donc qu'à chaque patte
On vous les rogne, et pour les dents,
Qu'on vous les lime en même temps.
Vos baisers en seront moins rudes,
Et pour vous plus délicieux ;
Car ma fille y répondra mieux,
Etant sans ces inquiétudes.
Le Lion consent à cela,
Tant son âme était aveuglée !
Sans dents ni griffes le voilà,
Comme place démantelée.
On lâcha sur lui quelques chiens :
Il fit fort peu de résistance.
Amour, Amour, quand tu nous tiens
On peut bien dire : "Adieu prudence. "
« Last Edit: 19:31, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. by Richelieu »
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Offline Benedict d'Over

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Re: Submission to the Royal Society on love
« Reply #1 on: 17:47, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. »
A translation will follow
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Offline Richelieu

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Re: Submission to the Royal Society on love
« Reply #2 on: 18:04, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. »
Smart arse  ;)
"I want those musketeers, not excuses!"

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Re: Submission to the Royal Society on love
« Reply #3 on: 18:06, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. »


Marié, whose attractiveness
Serves as a model  to *Beauties,
You were born so beautiful,
In case you are indifferent,
Would you be enclined
To an innocent Fable's games,
And see, without fear,
A lion  tamed by Love?
Love is a strange master.
Happy is he who experiences it
Only through tales, minus its pains!
When it is told in front of you,
If  the truth offends you,
The Fable at least can be endured:
It is bold enough
To come offer itself at your feet,
By zeal or by gratitude.
In the times when animals spoke,
Lions among others wanted
To be accepted in our circles.
Why not? since their   kins
Were worth ours back in those times,
Having courage, intelligence,
And a beautiful head, moreover.
Here is how it happened:
A Lion from highly ranking parents, 
While walking through a certain pasture,
Met a Sheperdess to his liking :
He asked for her in marriage.
The father would have prefered
A son in law a little less scary.
To give her to him seemed very harsh;
To refuse her was not so wise;
Even a  rejection might have  made it possible
That some fine morning we'd have seen
A clandestine marriage.
Furthermore anyway
The beautiful girl was meant for noble people,
-Daughter becomes easily infatuated with
A long  maned lover.
So the father openly
Not daring to dismiss the lover,
Said to him: "My daughter is delicate;
Your claws could wound her
When you'll wish to caress her.
Allow therefore that each paw of yours
Be declawed, and  that your teeth,
Be filed down at the same time.
Your kisses will be less harsh,
And for you more delicious;
Because my daughter will respond to them better,
Being without these worries.
The Lion consented,
His heart was so blinded!
Without teeth or claws here he is,
Like a dismantled room.
A few dogs were turned aloose on him:
He did not resist much.
Love, Love when thou holdest us
One can well say: "Farewell prudence.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Offline Benedict d'Over

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Re: Submission to the Royal Society on love
« Reply #4 on: 18:16, Sunday 27 Jun, 2010. »
why thank you ;)
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Offline Devlin Carnate

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Re: A Submission to the Royal Society on Love
« Reply #5 on: 09:16, Monday 28 Jun, 2010. »
Benedict,

If your sword is as swift and as fluent as your pen then we are indeed in for a mighty duel. You would make a fine addition to the Royal Society
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Offline Benedict d'Over

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Re: A Submission to the Royal Society on Love
« Reply #6 on: 16:23, Monday 28 Jun, 2010. »
Delvin

Merci. i hope the Royal Society share your thoughts and will grace me into their fold.
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Re: A Submission to the Royal Society on Love
« Reply #7 on: 22:45, Monday 28 Jun, 2010. »
Benedict,

How your poem has moved me! if only you had expressed your feelings for Marie in this manner earlier, I would have been able to review my intentions and we might not have ended up with just cause for strife between friends!

I hope that the Society approve of your submission, and that they also smile upon my own treatise, for thene we would be fellows in another facet of Parisian life!

A Bientot,

Louis CdD
Gentleman of Nantes
3rd Officer, Le Cochon Noir