Etienne de La Boetie

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Amour, lors que premier ma franchise fut morte,
Combien j'avois perdu encor je ne sçavoy,
Et ne m'advisoy pas, mal sage, que j'avoy
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Etienne de La Boetie Biography

Étienne de La Boétie (November 1, 1530 – August 18, 1563) was a French judge, writer, political philosopher and friend of Montaigne, author of the Discourse on Voluntary Servitude (Discours de la servitude volontaire). Born in Sarlat, Dordogne, he served with Montaigne in the Bordeaux parlement and is immortalized in Montaigne's essay on friendship. La Boétie’s writings include a few sonnets, translations from the classics, and an essay attacking absolute monarchy and tyranny in general, Discours de la servitude volontaire ou le Contr'un (Discourse on Voluntary Servitude, or the Anti-Dictator). The essay asserts that tyrants have power because the people give it to them. Liberty has been abandoned once by society, which afterward stayed corrupted and prefers the slavery of the courtesan to the freedom of one who refuses to dominate as he refuses to obey. Thus, La Boétie linked together obedience and domination, a relationship which would be later theorised by latter anarchist thinkers. By advocating a solution of simply refusing to support the tyrant, he became one of the earliest advocates of civil disobedience and nonviolent resistance. It was once thought, following Montaigne's claims, that La Boétie wrote the essay in 1549 at the age of eighteen but recent authorities argue that it is "likely that the Discourse was written in 1552 or 1553, at the age of twenty-two, while La Boétie was at the university." The essay was circulated privately and not published until 1576 after La Boétie's death. He died at Germignan near Bordeaux in 1563. His last days are described in a long letter from Montaigne to his own father.)

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Amour, Lors Que Premier Ma Franchise Fut Morte

Amour, lors que premier ma franchise fut morte,
Combien j'avois perdu encor je ne sçavoy,
Et ne m'advisoy pas, mal sage, que j'avoy
Espousé pour jamais une prison si forte.

Je pensoy me sauver de toy en quelque sorte,
Au fort m'esloignant d'elle ; et maintenant je voy
Que je ne gaigne rien à fuir devant toy,
Car ton traict en fuyant avecques moy j'emporte.

Qui a veu au village un enfant enjoué,
Qui un baston derriere à un chien a noué,
Le chien d'estre battu par derriere estonné,

Il se vire et se frappe, et les enfans joyeux
Rient qu'il va, qu'il vient, et fuyant parmy eulx
Ne peut fuir les coups que luymesme se donne.

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