De ceste ix filles engendra
Et diversement les marya,’ &c.
And no doubt other pieces of a similar kind exist.
The same is true as regards the other parts of the book, as has been already pointed out; the combination alone is original.
The style is uniformly respectable, but as a rule very monotonous. Occasionally the tedium is relieved by a story, but it is not generally told in much detail, and for the most part the reader has to toil through the desert with little assistance. It must not be supposed, however, that the work is quite without poetical merit. Every now and then by some touch of description the author betrays himself as the graceful poet of the Balades, his better part being crushed under mountains of morality and piles of deadly learning, but surviving nevertheless. For example, the priest who neglects his early morning service is reminded of the example of the lark, who rising very early mounts circling upward and pours forth a service of praise to God from her little throat:
‘Car que l’en doit sanz nul destour
Loenge rendre au creatour
Essample avons de l’alouette,
Que bien matin de tour en tour
Monte, et de dieu volant entour