Here endeth the first series of these
Tales, a roguish sample of the works of that merry
Muse, born ages ago, in our fair land of Touraine,
the which Muse is a good wench, and knows by heart
that fine saying of her friend Verville, written in
Le Moyen de Parvenir: It is only necessary
to be bold to obtain favours. Alas! mad little
one, get thee to bed again, sleep; thou art panting
from thy journey; perhaps thou hast been further than
the present time. Now dry thy fair naked feet,
stop thine ears, and return to love. If thou dreamest
other poesy interwoven with laughter to conclude these
merry inventions, heed not the foolish clamour and
insults of those who, hearing the carol of a joyous
lark of other days, exclaim: Ah, the horrid bird!