The good Lorrainer the English bare
Captive to Rouen, and burn’d her there?
Beatrix, Eremburge, Alys—lo!
Where are they, virgins debonair?
But what has become of last year’s snow?
Envoi:
Prince, you may question how they fare,
This week, or liefer this year, I trow:
Still shall the answer this burden bear—
But what has become of last year’s snow?