Thou art aged; but recount,
Since thy early life began,
What may be the just amount
Thou shouldst number of thy span:
Pluto, bid Rabelais welcome to thy shore,
That thou, who art the king of woe and pain,
Whose subjects never learned to laugh before,
O ma belle rebelle!
Las! que tu m'es cruelle,
Ou quand d'une doux souris,
Larron de mes esprits,
La froidure paresseuse
De l'yver a fait son tems :
Voici la saison joyeuse
Du délicieux printems.
Jean Antoine de Baïf was a French poet and member of the Pléiade.
He was born in Venice, the natural son of the scholar Lazare de Baïf, who was at that time French ambassador at Venice. Thanks, perhaps, to the surroundings of his childhood, he grew up an enthusiast for the fine arts, and surpassed in zeal all the leaders of the R ...