Classic Poem

J UPITER

I am the Lord of the Gods and the father,
Any element to my Sceptre comply,
The course will of Heaven my Reigle following;
In the armed bare my thunder,
I tremble waves and earth,
High esleve on the wings of the wind.
Down at my feet I see the people,
Kings, Emperors are my backup,
And all Charles I like better;
Between us, for supreme advantage
Around the world have done a share,
To him the earth and all the heavens Avg.
My house without my voice,
Mars and Love have ventured down well,
Accompanying three Knights name,
Who are strangers are addressing in France
For cognoistre and see if its power
Estoit like the sound of his fame.
But I COGNOIS this magnanimous Prince
Who fights more than life estimates:
He wants them to feel his arm,
From a brave heart assailant gendarmes,
And the effort of all kinds of weapons
They attach to the front repentance.
I Pource vien the soustien this Prince,
Without suffering in his Mesme Province,
Of strangers can Estre fought.
Pallas for his assistance I ameine him,
Who will punish sudden vengeance
March by the lance, Love by virtue.

P ALLAS

From heaven I came hither
Over the back of a naked slight,
Drawing up a new journey,
By prayer in anger animated
This great God, I fist whole army,
Despite Juno, be born of his brain.
Moy, sister of the Kings arms, I protest
Give relief to my heavenly race,
And enclose my body all go
Two harness: one is made of wisdom,
The other tempered zeal and prowess,
One against Love, and the other against Mars.
March furious, all lit up with rage,
A thousand times caused my courage,
And despises my strength by braving;
But when my spear combat the threat,
He loses heart, and fled instead
Far from my arms, as a powder to the wind.
When Cupid by blandice or cautelle
I want to hurt his cruel arrow,
Or my body finely approach,
Before his eyes I Gorgonne my monster,
A look that gives him such fear,
That all the time it becomes a rock.
These young gods against my brother Charles
Made arm an opposing force;
I can only empescher their means
And giving him relief and remedy,
As I did the valiant Diomede
Who combattoit before the Trojan wall.
I want to rush and a lightning
This kind in March knocked on the powder,
And despit its three the combatants,
Disarm the midst of the war,
Or send him down under the earth,
Far from Heaven avecques the Titans.
And if love approach my spear,
In his despens cognoistra my valor,
Well as other hand it has cognu my arm;
I briseray its strings and arrows,
Rompray his bow, his esteindray flameches,
Prendray his bag, and envoyray naked.