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Fauvel or the new world

Je vois tant de gens torcher Fauvel
Gently, without the skin,
That I fell into melancholy,
Because it is a beast too careful.
Often they see Painting
These are those who do not know if marked
Mockery, reason or madness.
Therefore, without amphibology
I say clearly such a beast
This can get out of the head
Fauvel lies more in the barn,
He has a house more honorable
He wants to have a And a great manger
rack of high rank.
He stayed in the room
To further cement its kingdom
And yet by his science
In rooms with great reverence
And often in wardrobes
He meet his court
who so carefully rubbed
that he can not stay droppings.
Fortune, unlike Reason
The fact
lord of his house to meet the great sorrow she
For the royal palace it leads;
She continues to do honor,
Around Fauvel: a large crowd,
People of all nations and all walks

And what is more surprising:
There is nobody who is preparing
A Fauvel wipe gently.
is a great gathering:
kings, dukes and earls varied
To wipe Fauvel have allies
Lords any time and princes
Y come from all provinces, and the Knights
large and small,
Who, to wipe, are appropriate.
There is, know it, no king no count
Who torcher Fauvel has shame.
Viscounts, provosts and bailiffs
In many torcher have failed;
Bourgeois towns and cities
Torchent with great finesse,
And the peasants of the village are from Fauvel
to feed him. Then the public consistory

Fauvel goes, stupid authentic
And when the Pope sees such a beast
Know that makes it a big celebration, the Cardinals
And honor him greatly
And wipe all the rush
Vice chancellors, notaries, bailiffs
, referendum
bring trouble to approach
To wipe Fauvel well as it should.
The prelates are not saving their sentences
To wipe this noble horse.
Abbots,
religious people have too great devotion.
Jacobins, Cordeliers, where are you?
This time do not be stupid,
Consider the thoughts of former
To caress sweetly Fauvel
do it, God forbid,
so that it amazes everyone.
Augustinians, nuns, monks and canons
archdeacons,
And the clerics of churches
are provided to wipe moved well,
And the poor priests who have no pension
Y reveal their desires too,
But they may not be as close if
Neither before the great master,
They go away angry and full of anger,
So we often hear them say
That Fortune is not firm
And run, do concludes
The most prominent
It will fall back from the top down, the distance the close
Because Fortune did everything turn
In his spin, it does terminal
She comforts the poor
In their troubles, she makes them wait
When they can come to wipe
Ni de Fauvel stand
Yes, they say: May God keep such a beast
Who has a beautiful body and a beautiful head.
Le Roman de Fauvel - Gervais Bus

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