I have given up all I loved so much:
chivalry and pride;
and since it pleases God, I accept it all,
that He may keep me by Him.
Guillaume IX d’Aquitaine, Pos de chantar m’es pres talenz
A beauty queen now crowned an angel fair
The world your stage you chose serenity
To turn like Eve your face from fruited tree
You gave away your majesty to bear
The racquet and the feather were your hands
Broad strokes soft touches lifted and enlarged
To draw instead upon the arts of war
You gave away your arts to keep your land
To Lady God Give You of heart so pure
You gave away your all though not your shell
A thousand years and none dare right your tale
The bareback ride but not the bare allure
To Guillaume first remembered troubadour
You gave away your knighthood for a song
And now your ink and quill have bright outshone
Your sword your life your sorrows evermore
