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Author: Jean de La Fontaine
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This eBook was produced by David Widger firstname.lastname@example.org
[Note: There is a short list of bookmarks, or pointers, at the end of the file for those who may wish to sample the author’s ideas before making an entire meal of them. D.W.]
Thetales and novels
J. De La Fontaine
La Fontaine’s life
The Cudgelled and Contented Cuckold
The Husband Confessor
The Peasant and His Angry Lord
The Servant Girl Justified
The Three Gossips’ Wager
The Old Man’s Calendar
The Avaricious Wife and Tricking Gallant
The Jealous Husband
The Gascon Punished
The Princess Betrothed to the King of Garba
The Magick Cup
The Little Dog
The Eel Pie
The Ephesian Matron
The Little Bell
The Two Friends
The Country Justice
The Kiss Returned
An Imitation of Anacreon
Another Imitation of Anacreon
preface (To The Second Book)
Friar Philip’s Geese
The Monks of Catalonia
St. Julian’s Prayer
The Countryman Who Sought His Calf
Hans Carvel’s Ring
The Convent Gardener of Lamporechio
The Amorous Courtesan
The Progress of Wit
The Sick Abbess
The Case of Conscience
The Devil of Pope-fig Island
King Candaules and the Doctor of Laws
The Devil in Hell
Neighbour Peter’s Mare
The Bucking Tub
The Impossible Thing
The Ear-maker, and the Mould-mender
The River Scamander
The Confidant Without Knowing It, or the
The Indiscreet Confession
The Quid Pro Quo, or the Mistakes
To Promise is One Thing, to Keep It, Another
Epitaph of La Fontaine
Jean de La Fontaine
Jean de La Fontaine was born on the 8th of July, 1621, at Chateau-Thierry, and his family held a respectable position there.
His education was neglected, but he had received that genius which makes amends for all. While still young the tedium of society led him into retirement, from which a taste for independence afterwards withdrew him.
He had reached the age of twenty-two, when a few sounds from the lyre of Malherbe, heard by accident, awoke in him the muse which slept.
He soon became acquainted with the best models: Pheedrus, Virgil, Horace and Terence amongst the Latins; Plutarch, Homer and Plato, amongst the Greeks; Rabelais, Marot and d’Urfe, amongst the French; Tasso, Ariosto and Boccaccio, amongst the Italians.
He married, in compliance with the wishes of his family, a beautiful, witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair.
He was sought after and cherished by all distinguished men of letters. But it was two Ladies who kept him from experiencing the pangs of poverty.
La Fontaine, if there remain anything of thee, and if it be permitted to thee for a moment to soar above all time; see the names of La Sabliere and of Hervard pass with thine to the ages to come!
The life of La Fontaine was, so to speak, only one of continual distraction. In the midst of society, he was absent from it. Regarded almost as an imbecile by the crowd, this clever author, this amiable man, only permitted himself to be seen at intervals and by friends.
He had few books and few friends.
Amongst a large number of works that he has left, everyone knows his fables and his tales, and the circumstances of his life are written in a hundred places.
He died on the 16th of March, 1695.
Let us keep silence about his last moments, for fear of irritating those who never forgive.
His fellow-citizens honour him in his posterity to this day.
Long after his death, foreigners went to visit the room which he had occupied.
Once a year, I shall go to visit his tomb.
On that day, I shall tear up a fable of La Mothe, a tale of Vergier, or several of the best pages of Grecourt.
He was buried in the cemetery of Saint-Joseph, by the side of Moliere.
That spot will always be held sacred by poets and people of taste.
To the first volume of these tales
I had resolved not to consent to the printing of these Tales, until after I had joined to them those of Boccaccio, which are those most to my taste; but several persons have advised me to produce at once what I have remaining of these trifles, in order to prevent from cooling the curiosity to see them, which is still in its first ardour. I gave way to this advice without much difficulty, and I have thought well to profit by the occasion. Not only is that permitted me, but it would be vanity on my part to despise such an advantage. It has sufficed me to wish that no one should be
J. De La Fontaine
In Lombardy’s fair land, in days of yore,
Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store;
Each fair, with anxious look, his favours sought,
And ev’ry heart within his net was caught.
Quite proud of beauteous form and smart address,
In which the world was led to acquiesce,
He cried one day, while all attention paid,
I’ll bet a million, Nature never made
Beneath the sun, another man like me,
Whose symmetry with mine can well agree.
If such exist, and here will come, I swear
I’ll show him ev’ry lib’ral princely care.
noble Roman, who the challenge heard,
This answer gave the king his soul preferr’d
—Great prince, if you would see a handsome man,
To have my brother here should be your plan;
A frame more perfect Nature never gave;
But this to prove, your courtly dames I crave;
May judge the fact, when I’m convinc’d they’ll find:
Like you, the youth will please all womankind;
And since so many sweets at once may cloy,
’Twere well to have a partner in your joy.
Theking, surpris’d, expressed a wish to view
This brother, form’d by lines so very true;
We’ll see, said he, if here his charms divine
Attract the heart of ev’ry nymph, like mine;
And should success attend our am’rous lord,
To you, my friend, full credit we’ll accord.
Awaythe Roman flew, Joconde to get,
(So nam’d was he in whom these features met;)
’Midst woods and lawns, retir’d from city strife,
And lately wedded to a beauteous wife;
If bless’d, I know not; but with such a fair,
On him must rest the folly to despair.
TheRoman courtier came, his business told
The brilliant offers from the monarch bold;
His mission had success, but still the youth
Distraction felt, which ’gan to shake his truth;
A pow’rful monarch’s favour there he view’d;
A partner here, with melting tears bedew’d;
And while he wavered on the painful choice,
She thus address’d her spouse with plaintive voice:
Canyou, Joconde, so truly cruel prove,
To quit my fervent love in courts to move?
The promises of kings are airy dreams,
And scarcely last beyond the day’s extremes
By watchful, anxious care alone retain’d,
And lost, through mere caprice, as soon as gain’d.
If weary of my charms, alas! you feel,
Still think, my love, what joys these woods conceal;
Here dwell around tranquillity and ease;
The streams’ soft murmurs, and the balmy breeze,
Invite to sleep; these vales where breathe the doves,
All, all, my dear Joconde, renew our loves;
You laugh!—Ah! cruel, go, expose thy charms,
Grim death will quickly spare me these alarms!
reply our records ne’er relate,
Nor what he did, nor how he left his mate;
And since contemp’raries decline the task;
’Twere folly, such details of me to ask.
We’re told, howe’er, when ready to depart,
With flowing tears she press’d him to her heart;
Tosee such dire distress, and poignant grief,
Might lead to think, soon death would bring relief;
But I, who know full well the female mind,
At best oft doubt affliction of the kind.
Jocondeset out at length; but that same morn;
As on he mov’d, his soul with anguish torn,
He found the picture he had quite forgot,
Then turn’d his steed, and back began to trot.
While musing what excuse to make his mate,
At home he soon arriv’d, and op’d the gate;
Alighted unobserv’d, ran up the stairs;
And ent’ring to the lady unawares,
He found this darling rib, so full of charms;
Intwin’d within a valet’s brawny arms!
’Midstfirst emotions of the husband’s ire;
To stab them while asleep he felt desire;
Howe’er, he nothing did; the courteous wight;
In this dilemma, clearly acted right;
The less of such misfortunes said is best;
’Twere well the soul of feeling to divest;
Their lives, through pity, or prudential care;
With much reluctance, he was led to spare;
Asleep he left the pair, for if awake,
In honour, he a diff’rent step would take.—
Had any smart gallant supplied my place,
Said he, I might put up with this disgrace;
But naught consoles the thought of such a beast;
Dan Cupid wantons, or is blind at least;
A bet, or some such whim, induc’d the god,
To give his sanction to amours so odd.
Thisperfidy Joconde so much dismay’d;
His spirits droop’d, his lilies ’gan to fade;
No more he look’d the charmer he had been;
And when the court’s gay dames his face had seen;
They cried, Is this the beauty, we were told,
Would captivate each heart, or young or old?
Why, he’s the jaundice; ev’ry view displays
The mien of one,—just fasted forty days!
Withsecret pleasure, this, Astolphus learn’d;
The Roman, for his brother, risks discern’d,
Whose secret griefs were carefully conceal’d,
(And these Joconde could never wish reveal’d;)
Yet, spite of gloomy looks and hollow eyes,
His graceful features pierc’d the wan disguise,
Which fail’d to please, alone through want of life,
Destroy’d by thinking on a guilty wife.
Thegod of love, in pity to our swain,
At last revok’d Black CARE’S corroding reign;
For, doubtless, in his views he oft was cross’d,
While such a lover to the world was lost.
Thehero of our tale, at length, we find
Was well rewarded: Love again proved kind;
For, musing as he walk’d alone one day,
And pass’d a gall’ry, (held a secret way,)
A voice in plaintive accents caught his ear,
And from the neighb’ring closet came, ’twas clear:
My dear Curtade, my only hope below,
In vain I love;—you colder, colder grow;
While round no fair can boast so fine a face,
And numbers wish they might supply thy place,
Whilst thou with some gay page prefer’st a bet,
Or game of dice with some low, vulgar set,
To meeting me alone; and when just now
To thee I sent, with rage thou knit’st thy brow,
And Dorimene, with ev’ry curse abus’d
Then played again, since better that amus’d,
And left me here, as if not worth a thought,
Or thou didst scorn what I so fondly sought.
at once, our Roman seiz’d;
But who’s the fair that thus her bosom eas’d?
Or, who’s the gay Adonis, form’d to bless?
You’d try a day, and not the secret guess,
The queen’s the belle:—and, doubtless you will stare,
The king’s own dwarf the idol of her care!
TheRoman saw a crevice in the wood,
Through which he took a peep from where he stood;
To Dorimene our lovers left the key,
Which she had dropt when lately forc’d to flee,
And this Joconde pick’d up, a lucky hit,
Since he could use it when he best thought fit.
It seems, said he, I’m not alone in name,
And since a prince so handsome is the same,
Although a valet has supplied my place,
Yet see, the queen prefers a dwarf’s embrace.
Thisthought consol’d so well,—his youthful
Returned, and e’en excelled his former days;
And those who lately ridicul’d his charms,
Now anxious seem’d to revel in his arms
’Twas who could have him,—even prudes grew kind;—
By many belles Astolphus was resign’d;
Though still the king retain’d enough, ’twas seen;—
But now let us resume the dwarf and queen.
OurRoman, having satisfied his eyes,
At length withdrew, confounded by surprise.
Who follows courts, must oft with care conceal,
And scarcely know what sight and ears reveal.
by Joconde the king was lov’d so well,
What now he’d seen he greatly wish’d to tell;
But, since to princes full respect is due,
And what concerns them, howsoever true,
wait upon a prince of royal birth,
Was forced t’acknowledge cuckoldom among
The gods who rule the matrimonial throng,
And sacrifice thereto with aching heart
Cornuted heads dire torments oft impart:
Thetale he then detail’d, that rais’d his
And what within the closet he had seen;
The king replied, I will not be so rude,
To question what so clearly you have view’d;
Yet, since ’twere better full belief to gain,
A glimpse of such a fact I should obtain,
Pray bring me thither; instantly our wight;
Astolphus led, where both his ears and sight
Full proof receiv’d, which struck the prince with awe;
Who stood amaz’d at what he heard and saw.
But soon reflection’s all-convincing pow’r
Induced the king vexation to devour;
True courtier-like, who dire misfortunes braves,
Feels sprouting horns, yet smiles at fools and knaves:
Our wives, said he, a pretty trick have play’d,
And shamefully the marriage bed betray’d;
Let us the compliment return, my friend,
And round the country our amours extend;
But, in our plan the better to succeed,
Our names we’ll change; no servants we shall need;—
For your relation I desire to pass,
So you’ll true freedom use; then with a lass
We more at ease shall feel, more pleasure gain;
Than if attended by my usual train.
Jocondewith joy the king’s proposal heard;
On which the latter with his friend conferr’d;
Said he, ’twere surely right to have a book,
In which to place the names of those we hook,
The whole arrang’d according to their rank,
And I’ll engage no page remains a blank,
But ere we leave the range of our design,
E’en scrup’lous dames shall to our wish incline,
Our persons handsome, with engaging air,
And sprightly, brilliant wit no trifling share,—
’Twere strange, possessing such engaging charms,
They should not tumble freely in our arms.
The, baggage ready, and the paper-book, our smart gallants the road together took, But ’twould be vain to number their amours; With beauties, Cupid favoured them by scores; Blessed, if only seen by either swain, And doubly bless’d who could attention gain: Nor wife of alderman, nor wife of mayor, Of justice, nor of governor was there, Who did not anxiously desire her name Might straight be entered in the book of fame! Hearts, which before were thought as cold as ice, Now warm’d at once and melted in a trice.
Someinfidel, I fancy, in my ear
Would whisper-probabilities, I fear,
Are rather wanting to support the fact;
However perfectly gallants may act,
To gain a heart requires full many a day
If more be requisite I cannot say;
’Tis not my plan to dupe or young or old,
But such to me, howe’er the tale is told,
And Ariosto never truth forsakes;
Yet, if at ev’ry step a writer takes,
He’s closely question’d as to time and place,
He ne’er can end his work with easy grace.
To those, from whom just credence I receive,
Their tales I promise fully to believe.
Atlength, when our advent’rers round had play’d,
And danc’d with ev’ry widow, wife, and maid,
The full blown lily and the tender rose,
Astolphus said, though clearly I suppose,
We can as many hearts securely link,
As e’er we like, yet better now, I think,
To stop a while in some delightful spot,
And that before satiety we’ve got;
For true it is, with love as with our meat;
If we, variety of dishes eat,
The doctors tell us inj’ry will ensue,
And too much raking none can well pursue.
Let us some pleasing fair-one then engage,
To serve us both:—enough she’ll prove I’ll wage.
Jocondeat once replied, with all my heart,
And I a lady know who’ll take the part;
She’s beautiful; possesses store of wit;
And is the wife of one above a cit.
Withsuch to meddle would be indiscreet,
Replied the king, more charms we often meet,
Beneath a chambermaid or laundress’ dress,
Than any rich coquette can well possess.
Besides, with those, less form is oft requir’d,
While dames of quality must be admir’d;
Their whims complied with, though suspicions rise;
And ev’ry hour produces fresh surprise,
But this sweet charmer of inferior birth
A treasure proves; a source of bliss on earth.
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and requires no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only difficulty we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
Sincethese, replied the youth, your thoughts appear,
What think you of our landlord’s daughter here?
That she’s a perfect virgin I’ve no doubt,
Nor can we find a chaster round about;
Her very doll more innocent won’t prove,
Than this sweet nymph design’d with us to move.
Thescheme our prince’s approbation met;
The very girl, said he, I wish’d to get;
This night be our attack; and if her heart
Surrenders when our wishes we impart,
But one perplexity will then remain;
’Tis who her virgin favours shall obtain?
The honour ’s all a whim, and I, as king,
At once assuredly should claim this thing:
The rest ’tis very easy to arrange;
As matters suit we presently can change.
Ifceremony ’twere, Joconde replied,
All cavil then we quickly could decide;
Precedence would no doubt with you remain:
But this is quite another case ’tis plain;
And equity demands that we agree,
By lot to settle which the man shall be.
Thenoble youths no arguments would spare,
And each contended for the spoiler’s care;
Howe’er Joconde obtained the lucky hit,
And first embrac’d this fancied dainty bit.
Thegirl who was the noble rival’s aim,
That ev’ning to the room for something came;
Our heroes gave her instantly a chair,
And lavished praises on her face and hair;
A diamond ring soon sparkled in her eyes;
Its pleasing pow’rs at sight obtain’d the prize.
Thebargain made, she, in the dead of night,
When silence reign’d and all was void of light,
With careful steps their anxious wish obey’d,
And ’tween them both, she presently was laid;
’Twas Paradise they thought, where all is nice,
And our young spark believ’d he broke the ice.
Thefolly I forgive him;—’tis in vain
On this to reason—idle to complain;
The Wise have oft been dup’d it is confest,
And Solomon it seems among the rest.
But gay Joconde felt nothing of the kind,
A secret pleasure glow’d within his mind;
He thought Astolphus wond’rous bliss had missed,
And that himself alone the fair had kiss’d;
A clod howe’er, who liv’d within the place,
Had, prior to the Roman, her embrace.
Thesoft amour extended through the night,
The girl was pleas’d, and all proceeded right;
The foll’wing night, the next, ’twas still the same;
Young Clod at length her coldness ’gan to blame;
And as he felt suspicious of the act,
He watch’d her steps and verified the fact:
A quarrel instantly between them rose;
Howe’er the fair, his anger to compose,
And favour not to lose, on honour vow’d,
That when the sparks were gone, and time allow’d,
She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;—
To which the village lad replied with ire:—
Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
Of either sex; to you I now protest,
If I be not indulg’d this very night,
I’ll publish your amours in mere despite.
Howcan we manage it, replied the belle,
I’m quite distressed—indeed the truth to tell,
I’ve promis’d them this night to come again,
And if I fail, no doubt can then remain,
But I shall lose the ring, their pledg’d reward,
Which would, you know for me, be very hard.
Toyou I wish the ring, replied young Clod,
But do they sleep in bed, or only nod?
Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound;
But then between them plac’d shall I be found,
And while the one amidst Love’s frolicks sports,
The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.
On hearing this the rustick lad proposed,
To visit her when others’ eyes were closed.
Oh! never risk it, quickly she replied;
’Twere folly to attempt it by their side.
He answer’d, never fear, but only leave
The door ajar, and me they’ll not perceive.
Thedoor she left exactly as he said;
The spark arriv’d, and then approach’d the bed,
(’Twas near the foot,) then ’tween the sheets he slid,
But God knows how he lay, or what he did.
Astolphus and Joconde ne’er smelt a rat,
Nor ever dreamt of what their girl was at,
At length when each had turn’d and op’d his eyes,
Continual movement fill’d him with surprise.
The monarch softly said:—why how is this?
My friend has eaten something, for in bliss,
He revels on, and truly much I fear,
His health will show, it may be bought too dear.
Thisvery sentiment Joconde bethought;
But Clod a breathing moment having caught,
Resum’d his fun, and that so oft would seek:
He gratified his wishes for a week;
Then watching carefully, he found once more;
Atlength when both the nobles were awake;
Astolphus said, my friend you rest should take,
’Twere better till to-morrow keep in bed,
Since sleep, with such fatigues, of course has fled:
You talk at random, cried the Roman youth;
More rest I fancy you require in truth;
You’ve led a pretty life throughout the night;
I? said the king; why I was weary quite,
So long I waited; you no respite gave,
But wholly seem’d our little nymph t’ enslave;
At length to try if I from rage could keep,
I turn’d my back once more, and went to sleep.
If you had willingly the belle resign’d,
I was, my friend, to take a turn inclin’d;
That had sufficed for me, since I, like you,
Perpetual motion never can pursue.
Yourraillery, the Roman youth replied,
Quite disconcerted, pray now lay aside,
And talk of something else; you’ve fully shown,
That I’m your vassal, and since you are grown
So fond that you to keep the girl desire,
E’en wholly to yourself, why I’ll retire;
Do with her what you please, and we shall see,
How long this furor will with you agree.
Itmay, replied the king, for ever last,
If ev’ry night like this, I’m doom’d to fast.
said Joconde, no longer let us thus,
In terms of playful raillery discuss;
Since such your pleasure, send me from your view;
On this the youthful monarch angry grew,
And many words between the friends arose;
The presence of the nymph Astolphus chose;
To her they said, between us judge, sweet fair,
And every thing was stated then with care.
Thegirl with blushing cheeks before them kneel’d,
And the mysterious tale at once reveal’d.
Our heroes laugh’d; the treach’ry vile excus’d;
And gave the ring, which much delight diffus’d;
Together with a handsome sum of gold,
Which soon a husband in her train enroll’d,
Who, for a maid, the pretty fair-one took;
And then our heroes wand’ring pranks forsook,
With laurels cover’d, which in future times,
Will make them famous through the Western climes;
More glorious since, they only cost, we find,
Those sweet attentions pleasing to the mind.
many conquests proud of having made,
And over full the book of—those who’d play’d;
Said gay Astolphus we will now, my friend,
Return the shortest road and poaching end;
If false our mates, yet we’ll console ourselves,
That many others have inconstant elves.
Perhaps, in things a change will be one day,
And only tender flames love’s torch display;
But now it seems some evil star presides,
And Hymen’s flock the devil surely rides.
Besides, vile fiends the universe pervade,
Whose constant aim is mortals to degrade,
And cheat us to our noses if they can,
(Hell’s imps in human shape, disgrace to man!)
Perhaps these wretches have bewitch’d our wives,
And made us fancy errors in their lives.
Then let us like good citizens, our days
In future pass amidst domestick ways;
Our absence may indeed restore their hearts,
For jealousy oft virtuous truths imparts.
Inthis Astolphus certainly believ’d;
The friends return’d, and kindly were receiv’d;
A little scolding first assail’d the ear;
But blissful kisses banish’d ev’ry fear.
To balls and banquets all themselves resigned;
Of dwarf or valet nothing more we find;
Each with his wife contentedly remained:—
’Tis thus alone true happiness is gained.
Criticism never stops short nor ever wants for subjects
In the midst of society, he was absent from it
Regarded almost as an imbecile by the crowd
The less of such misfortunes said is best
The promises of kings are airy dreams
Who only make friends in order to gain voices in their favour
Who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to the same modesty as Virgil
Wife beautiful, witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair
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