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(Peter Ronsard _loquitur_.)
"Heigho," yawned one day King Francis, / "Distance all value enhances! / When a man 's busy, why, leisure / Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: / 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? / Straightway he wants to be busy. / Here we 've got peace; and aghast I 'm / Caught thinking war the true pastime. / Is there a reason in metre? / Give us your speech, master Peter! " / I who, if mortal dare say so, / Ne'er am at loss with my Naso, / "Sire," I replied, "joys prove cloudlets: / Men are the merest Ixions" -- / Here the King whistled aloud, "Let 's / -- Heigho -- go look at our lions! " / Such are the sorrowful chances / If you talk fine to King Francis.