How charming are your praises!
Every Muse is embellished by them.
Erato, long asleep,
Awakens, & is reborn through your songs.
Better than she, you will know how to please.
Your lute will have every tone;
And I applaud, in your songs,
The language spoken at Cythera.
Of the Ovid whom you praise,
It is very sweet to me to be the friend.
I have always admired his genius:
In singing of him, you imitate him.
To the magic sounds of his lyre,
Love owes too much, to defy him.
He is a support of his empire:
Love will know how to preserve him.
No longer sulk at your Rosine;
Forgive her a few rigors.
The God of the twin-peaked hill
Has showered you with his favors.
Your misfortunes are among the ranks of dreams
(For one dreams in the sacred vale)
You dream like Anacreon:
Your fictions will be envied.
fanny-de-beauharnais
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