Soon fades the spell, soon comes the night; Say will it not be then the same, Whether we played the black or white, Whether we lost or won the game?

Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north, With your hands and your feet and your raiment all red? And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous…

Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.

Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme today the helmet of Navarre.