Armand de Gramont

I was the oldest in my family,

the Comte de Guiche.

I lavished my time, 

winning lovers of every kind. 

Some would not suspect me.

Vain and pretty.

I often wooed without effort.

Both man and woman

fell victim willingly

But myself gave in to desire.

Philippe and Henrietta, 

I trapped husband and wife.

Together we loved,

and bound we planned.

To return Henrietta her title

I was to win her, 

the king’s mistress.

Give my Duchesse her due.

The duc’s love blessed me, 

I saw then where my sister earned her charm.

Dear Catherine cursed,

with beauty such as mine.

Sister of sin, 

We loved many 

and collected a jar of hearts.

I participated in war, 

fought for France

I deserve remembrance for that

But I’m identified by love, 

same as the duc.

Vanity and Vainness. 

Love and Lust.

Wooing and Winning

Beauty and Boasting

I was one of the greatest lovers.

Now, I would be called a skirt-chaser and philanderer.