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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Freres humains qui apres nous vivez, <br>N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ... <br>Men, brother men, that after us yet live, <br>Let not your hearts too hard against us be; <br>For if some pity of us poor men ye give, <br>The sooner God shall take of you pity. <br>Here are we five or six strung up, you see, <br>And here the flesh that all too well we fed <br>Bit by bit eaten and rotten, rent and shred, <br>And we the bones grow dust and ash withal; <br>Let no man laugh at us discomforted, <br>But pray to God that he forgive us all. <br>If we call on you, brothers, to forgive, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn, though we <br>Were slain by law; ye know that all alive <br>Have not wit always to walk righteously; <br>Make therefore intercession heartily <br>With him that of a virgin's womb was bred, <br>That his grace be not as a dr-y well-head <br>For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall; <br>We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead, <br>But pray to God that he forgive us all. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The rain has washed and laundered us all five, <br>And the sun dried and blackened; yea, perdie, <br>Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive <br>Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee <br>Our beards and eyebrows; never we are free, <br>Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped, <br>Driven at its wild will by the wind's change led, <br>More pecked of birds than fruits on garden-wall; <br>Men, for God's love, let no gibe here be said, <br>But pray to God that he forgive us all. <br>Prince Jesus, that of all art lord and head, <br>Keep us, that hell be not our bitter bed; <br>We have nought to do in such a master's hall. <br>Be not ye therefore of our fellowhead, <br>But pray to God that he forgive us all. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Algernon Charles Swinburne, trans.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Fran%C3%A7ois+Villon">François Villon</a></strong></div>

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