But ’twixt the cup and lip....
Oh! the thwarting of Anjou.
“Monsieur Sa Grande Altesse.
In a defenceless town
Cried, ‘Kill! kill! Long live the Mass!’
With his handsome minions,
With eyes wherein gleams
The shameful fire, impudent, restless,
Lust without love.
Oh! the thwarting of Anjou!