Paganus Akritas

The Baroness

 

Good gentles here, I do attain,

My baroness, the best you find;

Could search until be sore with pain,

And will conclude, a liketh mind.

Her word be free, of plight and strife:

A charge of tender governance;

To those behold, a blissful life;

And happiness continuance:

Her galley full, of drink and fare:

An open seat of simpleness;

A table set, with love and care;

In joyous cheer, all pain oppress.

Yet guardian, without debate:

Who takes her charge both day and night;

Upon the field, or in estate,

A tender face, a will of might.