Yes, but as in civil war we see

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

Yes, but as in civil war we see
The quarrels of the greatest, of the weak, and of the victor
Leave, from their doubtful combat, all the misery
To the dead body of the country, to the ashes of a city,

I am the bloody field where hostile fury
Vomits red murder, and the Scythian horror
That plunders the blood, riches of my heart,
And in their struggling make their land sterile.

Love, fortune, alas! appease so many arrows,
And join hands in an amiable peace:
I am the one for whom you wage so much war.

Assist, love, always my cruel torment!
Fortune, be appeased by a happy change,
Or soon you will have neither dispute, nor land.

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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