I offer you the Constitution in Vaudeville! O you who all are made to know as the most beautiful ornament of nature, who are born the sovereign of the most precious Empire, fruitful with our homages, young offspring of a shy and weaker sex, yet powerful; follow, follow on all universal competition, the general progress towards the better, and that each day refines the gentleness and innocence of your habits.
You who reign by your charm, Amiable gender and always the same, Cure these poor Frenchmen, Of their extreme blindness: In the name of France and the King, At your first power Return, and soon the law like you, will please.
It is not at the heart of crime That one feels a tender delirium Love needs peace To spread far across its empire The wise man is wrong to condemn The mischief that love makes one commit When its charm sweeps you up One thinks only of pleasure.
I know the absolute remedy In all places against licentiousness And I would have liked to see it used Much earlier in our France But Frenchmen are so clever That, despite the god that I implore, He will retake the mutinous mind To cure himself again.
