Joachim du Bellay█

To elevate my native tongue to the glory of Rome and Greece, I penned both manifestos and melancholy sonnets amid the courts of France and the ruins of Rome.

Ask me about my dreams for the French language, the homesickness that lingers in my Regrets, or the faded splendors of ancient empires I mourned.

From the fields of Liré to the salons of Paris, my verses defend—and delight in—the full artistry of our tongue.