Title: The Tales and Novels, v16: The Amorous Courtesan & Nicaise
Author: Jean de La Fontaine
Release Date: March, 2004 [EBook #5290] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on June 21, 2002]
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J. De la Fontaine
The Amorous Courtesan
The amorous courtesan
Dan Cupid, though the god of soft amour,
In ev’ry age works miracles a store;
Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;
And fools make oracles whene’er he please;
Turn wolves to sheep, and ev’ry thing so well,
That naught remains the former shape to tell:
Remember, Hercules, with wond’rous pow’r,
And Polyphemus, who would men devour:
The one upon a rock himself would fling,
And to the winds his am’rous ditties sing;
To cut his beard a nymph could him inspire;
And, in the water, he’d his face admire.
His club the other to a spindle changed,
To please the belle with whom he often ranged.
hundred instances the fact attest,
But sage Boccace has one, it is confessed,
Which seems to me, howe’er we search around,
To be a sample, rarely to be found.
’Tis Chimon that I mean, a savage youth,
Well formed in person, but the rest uncouth,
A bear in mind, but Cupid much can do,
love licked the cub, and decent soon he grew.
A fine gallant at length the lad appeared;
From whence the change?—Fine eyes his bosom cheered
The piercing rays no sooner reached his sight,
But all the savage took at once to flight;
He felt the tender flame; polite became;
You’ll find howe’er, our tale is not the same.
mean to state how once an easy fair,
Who oft amused the youth devoid of care,
A tender flame within her heart retained,
Though haughty, singular, and unrestrained.
Not easy ’twas her favours to procure;
Rome was the place where dwelled this belle impure;
The mitre and the cross with her were naught;