“My lovely living boy,
My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.”

— Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Second Week, Fourth Day, Book ii. Compare: "My fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world", William Shakespeare, King John, act iii. sc. 4.
La Seconde Semaine (1584)

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French writer 1544–1590

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