Malice, be sure! The timidest grew bold:
Of all that courtier-company not one
But left the semblance for the actual sun.
XLIV
And all sorts and conditions that stood by
At René's burning moment, bright escape
Of soul, bore witness to the prophecy.
Which witness took the customary shape
Of verse; a score of poets in full cry
Hailed the inspired one. Nantes and Tours agape,