baron de Etienne-Léon Lamothe-Langon

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baron de Etienne-Léon Lamothe-Langon Memoirs of the Comtesse Du Barry

Cease, duchess, to blush! cease, princess, to rave—Venus sprang from the foam of the ocean wave. All the gods pay their homage at her beauteous shrine, And adore her as potent, resistless, divine! To her Paris, the shepherd, awarded the prize, Sought by Juno the regal, and Pallas the wise.
Who rules o’er her lord in the Turkish serail, Reigns queen of his heart, and e’er basks in his smile? ‘Tis she, who resplendent, shines loveliest of all, And beauty holds power in her magic thrall. Then heed not the clamors that Grammont may raise, How natural her anger!
Source: Gutenberg

baron de Etienne-Léon Lamothe-Langon Memoirs of the Comtesse Du Barry

MONSIEUR:—Even were you culpable from too much friendship towards those you cherish, I would pardon you as a recompense for the letter you address to me. This ought the more to charm me, as it gives me the certainty that you had been unworthily calumniated. Could you have said, under the veil of secrecy, things disagreeable to a great king, for whom, in common with all France, you profess sincere love? It is impossible. Could you, with gaiety of heart, wound a female who never did you harm, and who admires your splendid genius?
Source: Gutenberg

baron de Etienne-Léon Lamothe-Langon Memoirs of the Comtesse Du Barry

But Versailles was an unhoped-for shore to such a girl as this, a girl known to all Paris. Would the King care to be the lover of one who had ruled all his courtesans? Who could say? The King often wearied of what he had. Had not a poet already been found who compared her to Venus:
O Jeanne, thy beauty seduces And charms the whole world; In vain does the duchess redden And the princess growl; They know that Venus rides proudly The foam of the wave.
Source: Gutenberg

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