And aught that you wish you may claim.
All the beautiful slight,
To the plain be polite,
That’s the way the proud hussies to tame.
Bernard de Ventadour is thus unromantic.
You say the moon is all aglow,
The nightingale a-singing.
I’d rather watch the red wine flow
And hear the goblets ringing.
You say ’tis sweet to hear the gale