«The first known publication for the quatrains VII-73, VII-80, VII-82, VII-83, VIII-1, VIII-2, VIII-3, VIII-4, VIII-5 and VIII-6 was in 1589 by Pierre Ménier. He does not give a source for these quatrains.
X-100 is found for the first time in 1605, the printer is unknown but acknowledges Rigaud's edition of 1568. This version contains all quatrains that are given here, except for VII-43 and VII-44. VI-100 is replaced by the new version of VI-100 while the old version follows immediately after without numbering. Quatrain X-100 was followed by an additional quatrain which is given here. Also the extra fragmentary Centuries XI and XII are added in this version.
It is clear that some of the quatrains in the 1605 version were taken from Ménier. But the source for the extra quatrains is not given, in either version. So their exact origin is unclear.
The first dated appearance of VII-43 and VII-44 is in 1643 in a reproduction by Garcin of Marseilles.
These quatrains are unmistakebly in the well known style of Nostradamus and they do not seem to refer to any events of that time. So they may have originated from the hand of Nostradamus, but then again, they might not have». (M.Nijweide)
Daughter of the Breeze, asylum of the unhealthy,
Where the amphitheater is seen on the horizon:
Prodigy seen, your evil is very near,
You will be captive, and more than four times.
When one will se two unicorns,
The one lifting, the other lowering,
World in the middle, to bend to the limit
The nephew will run away laughing.
When a Bourbon will really be good,
Bearing in his person the marks of justice,
Bearing then the longest name of his blood
Through flight unjustly he will receive his punishment.
Reinforcement of sieges plunder and maniples
The holy one changes and passes over the sermon,
Taken and captives it does not stop the triple meadows,
Put in the uttermost depths, raised, put on the throne.
The West free the British Isles
The recognized one to pass low, then high
Discontented sad Rebel Scottish corsairs
Then to rebel much more and by warm night.
The stratagem in the quarrel will be uncommon
The death en route in the coutry rebellion:
On the return from the Barbarian voyage
They will exalt the Protestant entry.
Wind warm, counsels, tears, timidity,
By night in bed assailed without arms:
Great calamity from oppression,
The wedding song converted, weeping and tears.
Several will be confused in their waiting,
Pardon will not be given the inhabitants:
Those who thought well of persisting in the waiting,
But not much spare time will be given them.
Several will come, and speak of peace,
Between Monarchs and very powerful lords:
But it will not be accorded so soon,
Unless they become more obedient than the others.
Alas what a fury ! Alas what a pity
Will there be between people:
never did one see such a friendship
As the wolves will have diligent in running.
Many people will want to come to terms
With the great lords who will bring war upon them:
They will not want to hear anything of it from them,
Alas! if Gos does not send peace to the earth.
Varieties of aid will come from all sides,
From distant people who will want to resist:
Suddenly they will be much urged on,
But they will be unable to assist at that hour.
Alas, what ambition foreign Princes have,
Take careful heed lest they come into your country:
There should be terrible dangers
And in many countries, even in Vienna.
When the fork will be supported by two stakes,
With six half-bodies and six open scissors:
The very powerful Lord, heir of the toads,
Then he will subject the entire world to himself.
"Meysnier, Manthi" and the third one that will come,
Plague and new affront, to tourble the enclosure:
The fury will bite in Aix and the places thereabout,
Then those of Marseilles will want to double their evil.
Through Villefranche, Mâcon in disorder,
Soldiers will be hidden in the bundles:
In the spring times to change for the King,
In Châlon and Moulins all cut to pieces.
Fire, flame, hunger, robber, wild smoke,
It will cause to fail, striking hard, to destroy faith:
Arrow of "Denté" all Provence sucked up,
Driven out of the realm, enraged without spitting.
The great relief come from Guienne,
It will halt quite near Poitiers:
Lyons surrendered through Montluel and Vienne,
And tradesmen will be plundered everywhere.
A ferocious attack is being prepared in Cyprus,
Tear in my eye, for your imminent ruin:
Byzantine and Moorish fleet very great loss,
Two different ones, the great devastation by the rock.
Two bodies, one head, fields divided in two,
And then to reply to four unheard ones:
Little ones for great ones, clear evel for them,
Lightning at the tower of Aiguesmortes, worse for "Eussouis"
Sad counsels, disloyal, cunning,
Wicked advice, the Law will be betrayed:
The people stirred, wild, quarrelsome,
In borough as in town, the entire peace hated.
King against King, and the Duke against Prince,
Hatred between them, horrible dissension:
Rage and fury throughout very province,
In France great war and horrible change.
The accord and peace will be broken everywhere:
Friendships poluuted by discord:
Hatred awakened, all faith corrupted,
And hope. Marseilles without concord.
Wars, debates, at Blois war and tumult,
Diverse watches, unexpected avowals:
To enter into Château Trompête, affront,
Château du Hâ, those who will be to blame for it.
Through fury he will force the fort to hold,
Every heart to tremble. At Longon a terrible arrival:
The kick will become a thousand kicks,
Gironde, Garonne, never more horrible.
Savoy near to go far, Lake of Geneva,
Very great preparations, return, confusion:
Far from the nephews of the late great "Supelman",
All of their following . . .
Rivers, streams will be obstacles to evil,
The old flame of anger unappeased:
To run in France; this as of oracles,
Houses, manors, Palace, shaven sect.