Note 4 — WET-WEATHER WORK.
Reading edition
I cannot forbear taking a bit of margin to print the closing stanzas of the original, which carry the clash of sabres in their very sound.
"Ie us dic que tan no m' a sabor Manjars ni beure ni dormir Cum a quant aug cridar: A lor! D'ambas las partz; et aug agnir Cavals voitz per l'ombratge, Et aug cridar: Aidatz! Aidatz! E vei cazer per los fossatz Paucs e grans per l'erbatge, E vei los mortz que pels costatz An los tronsons outre passatz.
"Baros, metetz et gatge Castels e vilas e ciutatz, Enans q' usquecs no us guerreiatz.
"Papiol, d'agradatge Ad Oc e No t' en vai viatz, Dic li que trop estan en patz."
It would seem that the men of that time, like men of most times, bore a considerable contempt for people who said "Yes" one day, and "No" the next.