Hell is forgot of them that chant on high;
Yet have I seen such things no man should say,
On this strait bed where I perforce must lie...
Three Rondeaux from Charles d’Orléans.
I.
LE TEMPS A LAISSIÉ SON MANTEAU.
YE TIME hath lefte his mantle fall
Of biting windes and cold and rain,
And well hath dight himself again