Of bluff and boisterous might,
Whose casque feels—ah, so heavy when one wakes!’
‘And I, the dainty Bordeaux, violets’
Perfume, and whose rare rubies gourmets prize;
My subtile savour gets
In partridge wings its daintiest allies.’
Ah, potent chiefs, Bordeaux and Burgundy,
If we must answer make,
This sober counsel take:
Messeigneurs, sing your worth less haughtily,