He goes on to describe the scholars as great quarrellers, as well as lovers of the other sex, and after dwelling on their gaiety and love of the dance, he proceeds to treat in the same burlesque style on the subject of dancing; but I pass over this to speak of Arena's principal piece, the satirical description of the invasion of Provence by the emperor Charles V. in 1536. This curious poem, which is entitled "Meygra Enterprisa Catoloqui imperatoris," and which extends to upwards of two thousand lines, opens with a laudatory address to the king of France, François I., and with a sneer at the pride of the emperor, who, believing himself to be the master of the whole world, had foolishly thought to take away France and the cities of Provence from their rightful monarch. It was Antonio de Leyva, the boaster, who had put this project into the emperor's head, and they had already pillaged and ravaged a good part of Provence, and were dividing the plunder, when, harassed continually by the peasantry, the invaders were brought to a stand by the difficulty of subsisting in a devastated country, and by the diseases to which this difficulty gave rise. Nevertheless, the Spaniards and their allies committed terrible devastation, which is described by Arena in strong language. He commemorates the valiant resistance of his native town of Soliers, which, however, was taken and sacked, and he lost in it his house and property. Arles held the imperialists at bay, while the French, under the constable Montmorency, established themselves firmly at Avignon. At length disease gained possession of Antonio de Leyva himself, and the emperor, who had been making an unsuccessful demonstration against Marseilles, came to him in his sickness. The first lines of the description of this interview, will serve as a specimen of the language of the French macaronics:-- _Sed de Marsella bragganti quando retornat, Fort male contentus, quando repolsat eum, Antonium Levam trobavit forte maladum, Cui mors terribilis triste cubile parat. Ethica torquet eum per costas, et dolor ingens: Cum male res vadit, vivere fachat eum. Dixerunt medici, speransa est nulla salutis: Ethicus in testa vivere pauca potest. Ante suam mortem voluit parlare per horam Imperelatori, consiliumque dare. Scis, Cæsar, stricte nostri groppantur amores, Namque duas animas corpus utrumque tenet, Heu! fuge Provensam fortem, fuge littus amarum, Fac tibi non noceat gloria tanta modo._ TRANSLATION.