Author unknown. The Coronation Of Louis (№ 316281)

I will not conceal from you, my heir:
God over the people of the king lifted up
Not that he despised the law,
Sin debauchery, encouraged Vice,
Or orphans took up the feud,
Il extorted the last penny from widows.
No, the sovereign is obliged to punish evil
And to trample it in the dust fifth.
Let the poor see in you a stronghold.
To listen to their complaints always be hungry for,
Advice them to seek help in everything
and their rights in the name of God stop.
And those who temper excessively proud,
Whether he, as a fierce leopard, is cruel.