Swinburne & Translation Help

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Greetings, my b/lit/he companions,

There is a lengthy paragraph in French that serves as the epigraph to Algernon Charles Swinburne's very great poem Laus Veneris. There are two problems here. The greater one is that I don't know French and, although my edition of Swinburne's selected poetry is otherwise well-annotated, it doesn't have a word on the meaning of the French passage; and, try as I might, I can't find a translation of it anywhere on the Internet. I don't know anybody who really knows French either, so I've resorted to this place, since I know that a fair number of Frenchies lurk about here. Perhaps this should go on /int/ or /r/ instead, but I thought I'd try here first, since you guys are more intelligent.

The lesser problem is that attribution states it is from "Livre des grandes merveilles d'amour, escript en latin et en françoys par Maistre Antoine Gaget. 1530." I'm generally knowledgeable enough to know that that would be "Book of Love's Great Marvels," but again I can't find anything on a Renaissance author by the name of Antoine Gaget, which naturally leads me to think that Swinburne made the passage up himself. The attribution says it's written in both Latin and French, so if the book happens to be real and can point me to the Latin version, that would also be fine, since I think I know enough of that language to puzzle through the corresponding passage.

Here is the paragraph:

Lors dit en plourant; Hélas trop malheureux homme et mauldict pescheur, oncques ne verrai-je clémence et miséricorde de Dieu. Ores m'en irai-je d'icy et me cacherai dedans le mont Horsel, en requérant de faveur et d'amoureuse merci ma doulce dame Vénus, car pour son amour serai-je bien à tout jamais damné en enfer. Voicy la fin de tous mes faicts d'armes et de toutes mes belles chansons. Hélas, trop belle estoyt la face de ma dame et ses yeulx, et en mauvais jour je vis ces chouses-là. Lors s'en alla tout en gémissant et se retourna chez elle, et là vescut tristement en grand amour près de sa dame. Puis après advint que le pape vit un jour esclater sur son baston force belles fleurs rouges et blanches et maints boutons de feuilles, et ainsi vit-il reverdir toute l'escorce. Ce dont il eut grande crainte et moult s'en esmut, et grande pitié lui prit de ce chevalier qui s'en estoyt départi sans espoir comme un homme misérable et damné. Doncques envoya force messaigers devers luy pour le ramener, disant qu'il aurait de Dieu grace et bonne absolution de son grand pesché d'amour. Mais oncques plus ne le virent; car toujours demeura ce pauvre chevalier auprès de Vénus la haulte et forte déesse ès flancs de la montagne amoureuse.

Feel free to discuss Swinburne and so-called Decadent literature more generally in this thread. Those guys are terribly underappreciated around here. Here's the famous portrait of the handsome fellow, by the way.