That is, Prince Henry Plantagenet, elder brother to Richard "Coeur de Lion." From the Provençal of Bertrans de Born "Si tuit li dol elh plor elh marrimen." If all the grief and woe and bitterness, All dolour, ill and every evil chance That ever came upon this grieving world Were set together they would seem but light Against the d**h of the young English King. Worth lieth riven and Youth dolorous, The world o'ershadowed, soiled and overcast, Void of all joy and full of ire and sadness. Grieving and sad and full of bitterness Are left in teen the liegemen courteous, The joglars supple and the troubadours. O'er much hath ta'en Sir d**h that deadly warrior In taking from them the young English King, Who made the freest hand seem covetous. 'Las! Never was nor will be in this world The balance for this loss in ire and sadness! O skilful d**h and full of bitterness, Well mayst thou boast that thou the best chevalier That any folk e'er had, hast from us taken; Sith nothing is that unto worth pertaineth But had its life in the young English King, And better were it, should God grant his pleasure That he should live than many a Irving dastard That doth but wound the good with ire and sadness. From this faint world, how full of bitterness Love takes his way and holds his joy deceitful, Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish And each to-day 'vails less than yestere'en, Let each man visage this young English King That was most valiant mid all worthiest men! Gone is his body fine and amorous, Whence have we grief, discord and deepest sadness. Him, whom it pleased for our great bitterness To come to earth to draw us from misventure, Who drank of d**h for our salvacioun, Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous And humble eke, that the young English King He please to pardon, as true pardon is, And bid go in with honoured companions There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.