Because my lady of Champagne*
Wants me to start a new
Romance, I’ll gladly begin one,
For I’m completely her servant
In whatever she wants me to do,
And these are not flattering words.
Others, who like to wheedle
And coax, might start by saying
—And this, too, would not
Be flattery—that here was a princess
Who outshines every lady Alive, as the winds of April
And May blow sweetest of all.
But I, by God, refuse
To spin sweet words about
My lady. Should I say: “This lady
Is worth her weight in queens,
One gem as...