In the old Romance of the Rose
I saw the son of Pepin,
Fearing its apotheosis
Said the bishop Turpin:
Prelate, be good at something;
Age overwhelms me, heal me.
Yes, Turpin said, and live the King!

Turpin, do you know that tells me
That word for quite a long time!
Turpin says: I recipe
On the heart of virgin twenty years.
Flower twenty years, under perfect
Rejuvenate you, on my faith.
Save the country, and live the King!

Quickly a decree of Charlemagne
Puts a high price to treasure;
It seeks to Rome, Germany,
Even in France we search encor.
The priests sought in the countryside,
Saying, prince full of faith
Double tithe and live the King!

Turpin first finds himself
Heart of twenty years not defiled;
But a good monk telemetric
The undertaker at the time under his nose.
What! without observing the tiara?
Yes, said the monk, this is my law:
The church first, and live the King!

A judge, hoping the robe,
Far from Paris looking so well,
He also discovers a rare bird
Expected by the most Christian king.
A Lord says: I hold,
The right leg is mine.
All the nobility, and long live the king!

I'll duke! exclaims a page,
Finally unearthing turn
Girl of twenty new and wise,
Suddenly it leads to the courtyard.
Illuminating its passage;
And the people, who knows why,
Chante'un Te Deum , and long live the king!

But, seeing the sweet remedy,
King says: This is the evil spirit.
Fi done! this blank is too ugly;
Better to die as a villain.
However, he died and his son succeeded him,
Turpin and repeat the convoy:
Soon to be buried and long live the king!