Lamour à Versailles (essai français) (French Edition)

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No, For does the name of Bernage count? A song on the fall and exile of Maurepas, which is used to mock other courtiers. Lampons, lampons, Camarades, lampons. Farewell, dear Maurepas, There you are in a fine mess.

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You must depart right away For your estate in Bourges. Take a swig, take a swig, Comrades, take a swig. What a pity that Chauvelin, Your tender and benign friend, No longer lives in that town; You could have set up house together.

What ever put it in your head To provoke her proud anger? That brazen, silly goose Knocked you off your ladder. Just consider for a moment The difference of your fates. You got cashiered, And he got the Order of the Saint Esprit. In order to succeed at court, No matter who may play the game, You must bow down before the idol, The Princess of Etiole. A song attacking Mme de Pompadour for her commoner origins, physical appearance, and supposed vulgarity, which are taken to epitomize the degradation of the state and the abasement of the king.

En suis-je moins roi, moins bien? The great lords are making themselves vile, The financiers are making themselves rich, All the Fish are growing big.

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The state is falling into decadence. A little bourgeoise Raised in an indecent manner, Judges everything by her own measure, Turns the court into a slum. The king, despite his scruples, Feebly burns for her, And this ridiculous flame Makes all of Paris laugh, laugh, laugh. Everyone kneels beforee this idol. The courtier humiliates himself, He submits to this infamy, And yet is even more indigent, gent, gent.

A stale composure, Yellow, speckled skin, And each tooth tarnished, Her eyes insipid, her neck elongated, Without wit, without character, Her soul vile and mercenary, Her talk like that of a village gossip, Everything is base about Poisson, son, son. If among the chosen beauties, She were one of the prettiest, One pardons follies When the object is a jewel.

But for such an unimportant person, Such a silly creature, To attract so much bad-mouthing, Everyone thinks the king must be mad, mad, mad. Am I no less a king, no less well off? It is only an extreme love, Mightier than any diadem, That makes a sovereign turn pale And reduces his great power to nothing, nothing, nothing. Charming mistress, see whether It is the honor of inducing tenderness That drives you to Acquiesce in his love. It, too, derides her physical appearance, and it ridicules the mediocrity of her performances in the operas that she staged privately in Versailles to amuse the king.

As in the previous song, the lyrics suggest an underlying sympathy for the king, despite his infatuation with his unworthy mistress. We must without respite Make up songs. The more Poisson gets angry, The more we will produce new ones. Every day she offers Material for stanzas And wants to shut up in prison Those who have made them.

They are worthy of punishment, Those who have painted her beauty Without having sung of Such remarkable features As her nasty bosom, Her hands and her arms, And her breath, which often Hardly smells sweet. The mad indecency Of her opera, Where decorum requires Every minister to be present.

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She wants us to laud Her meager talent, Thinks herself firmly On the throne for a long time. But her foot is slipping, The king is mending his ways; And by sacrificing her, He is winning back our hearts. A song prophesying that the king will soon tire of Mme de Pompadour and her boring operas. The king will soon be tired Of his silly goose.

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Boredom is stalking him, devouring him, Even in her arms. Another song that emphasizes Mme. Odile rated it really liked it Jun 20, Magali rated it liked it Mar 18, Quentin rated it it was ok Feb 12, Aurore rated it really liked it May 28, Mellejoliemome rated it it was ok Feb 07, Sisyphe rated it it was ok Jun 03, Emylie Tommelise rated it really liked it Dec 02, Ginette rated it liked it Aug 08, Margot Mathis rated it it was amazing Sep 04, Florin Spataru rated it liked it Nov 26, Viridiana Kylar Blint rated it liked it Aug 23, Elisa rated it liked it Jan 14, Angie rated it it was amazing Jan 02, Clarisse Sellem rated it really liked it Apr 02, Apr 23, Mamoun Sinaceur rated it liked it.

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