The Lover (L'Amant) (L'Amant)

In dubellay, the pretty one, the mannered, the scholar, opposes...

...the expressive sincerity of ronsard, he is the poet of smiling sadness, the painter of tender melancholy.

He said with emotion, the brevity of our earthly happiness, he invites us to enjoy it before misfortune and death do not come upon us.

He is the ardent soul of the pleiade.

Sit down. I said sit down and be quiet!

Your father is waiting for you, young master.

Master.

Father.

Today, I come to see you.

I think you know I've become acqainted with a French girl.

I confess, I'm always with her.