Complete Works, Volume 1: The Book on Games of Chance (1663) - Page 11

beast, you did not hesitate at all to assert the Royal authority; wrapping yourself in your virtue, ready to meet death cheerfully for such a just cause. Truly, Death is a sweet name to a Noble and Senatorial man who dies for his King.

Because of these merits, the greatest and most just of Kings wished you, among so many elect men, to be the most elect to moderate the helm of Justice in the primary Seat of his Kingdom. And that was done while Paris—nay, the whole Kingdom, to which you were already most known—exulted; since the Sacred Consistory of the Prince, in which you had laid the foundation of your virtue, holds the dictate of Law throughout all of France. Nor could anyone be chosen, more according to the public wish, who might wipe away that mourning and dry the tears which all good men were shedding because of the untimely death of your Most Illustrious Predecessor, POMPONIUS BELLEVRAEUS, a native of Lyon:

Whom Themis and the Graces had fashioned for themselves

from better metal. It goes ill with you, Fates, envious Fates,

that you snatched him away, hastening to the glory of his ancestors.

But it goes well for the Great King, the ingenious husbandman,

Who makes him live, and sprout again with similar gold.