I have changed the image in line 1 – my image comes from apprenticeships in the arts, Ronsard’s comes from the craft of the armourer: the “preuve” is a test, a competition, but especially a competition of the noble, jousting kind. So in Ronsard’s image the ‘weapon’ of Cassandre’s eyes was made to be tested in combat against others. In the final line, as well, I have used ‘Ideals’ but in fact Ronsard refers to Platonic Forms or ‘Ideas’. For a reader today, chivalry and Platonic philosophy are perhaps less current than they would be to Ronsard’s learned renaissance audience and I’ve switched to images that may carry more immediate impact today. However, note that Blanchemain quotes Muret’s commentary on line 1, where he ‘translates’ “à preuve” as “à qui mieux” (‘who better?’) – ‘The stars – who better – created Cassandre’s radiant eyes’. Muret also suggests that the final line really means ‘to the bosom of God’ [ he uses the words “la divinité” as a humanist! ]. Blanchemain’s earlier version has a number of variants throughout, so here is his version complete: Les Elemens et les Astres, à preuve Ont façonné les rais de mon Soleil, Je dis son œil, en beauté nompareil, Qui çà ne là son parangon ne treuve. Dés l’onde Ibere où le Soleil s’abreuve, Jusques au lit de son premier réveil, Amour ne void un miracle pareil, Sur qui le Ciel tant de ses graces pleuve. Cet œil premier m’apprit que c’est d’aimer : Il vint premier ma jeunesse animer A la vertu, par ses flammes dardées. Par lui mon cœur premièrement s’aila, Et loin du peuple à l’écart s’envola Jusqu’au giron des plus belles Idées. The Elements and Stars made Their masterpiece, the rays of my Sun – I mean her eyes – unequalled in beauty, Which nowhere find a comparator. From the Iberian sea where the sun drinks deeply, To the bed of his first waking, Love sees no like miracle On which Heaven has rained so many of its graces. Those eyes first taught me what it is to love; They first came to excite my youth To virtue, with their barbed flames. Through those eyes, my heart first took wing, And flew aside, far from the people, To the bosom of the finest Ideals.