The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of misry far away. CowperTable Talk. L. 237.
I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden shoes. GoldsmithEssays. 24. (Ed. 1765). Appeared in the British Magazine, June, 1760. Also in Essay on the History of a Disabled Soldier. DoveEnglish Classics.
Adieu, plaisant pays de France! O, ma patrie La plus cherie, Qui a nourrie ma jeune enfance! Adieu, Franceadieu, mes beaux jours. Adieu, delightful land of France! O my country so dear, which nourished my infancy! Adieu Franceadieu my beautiful days! Lines attributed to Mary Queen of Scots, but a forgery of De Querlon.
Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Rouget de LisleThe Marseilles Hymn. (1792).