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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Testament: Ballade: ‘Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Item<br> <br>This I give to my poor mother<br>As a prayer now, to our Mistress<br>- She who bore bitter pain for me,<br>God knows, and also much sadness -<br>I've no other castle or fortress,<br>That my body and soul can summon,<br>When I'm faced with life's distress,<br>Nor has my mother, poor woman:<br> <br>Ballade<br> <br>‘Lady of Heaven, earthly queen,<br>Empress of the infernal regions,<br>Receive me, a humble Christian,<br>To live among the chosen ones,<br>Though I'm worth less than anyone.<br>Your grace, my Lady and Mistress<br>Is greater than my sinfulness,<br>Grace without which, I tell no lie,<br>None deserve their blessedness.<br>In this faith let me live and die.<br> <br>Say to your Son that I am His.<br>Through Him all my sins are lost:<br>Forgive me, as Mary Egypt was,<br>Or, so they say, Theophilus,<br>Who by your grace was still blameless,<br>Though he vowed the Devil a guest.<br>Protect me always from like excess,<br>Virgin, who bore, without a cry,<br>Christ whom we celebrate at Mass.<br>In this faith let me live and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a woman, poor and old,<br>I can neither read nor spell.<br>At Mass in church, here, I behold,<br>A painted Heaven, with harps: a Hell,<br>Where the damned are boiled, as well.<br>One gives me joy: one strikes me cold,<br>Grant me the joy, Great Goddess,<br>On whom all sinners must rely,<br>Fill me with faith and no slackness.<br>In this faith let me live and die.<br> <br>V irgin, you bore, O High Princess,<br>I ssue, whose kingdom is endless,<br>L ord, who took on a littleness<br>L ike ours: to save us left the sky,<br>O ffering his lovely youth to death.<br>N ow, such is our Lord: such we confess:<br>In this faith let me live and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fran%C3%A7ois+Villon">François Villon</a><div class=q>
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This I give to my poor mother
As a prayer now, to our Mistress
- She who bore bitter pain for me,
God knows, and also much sadness -
I've no other castle or fortress,
That my body and soul can summon,
When I'm faced with life's distress,
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