Clear Wine in a Warm House

Quant je le tens refroidier
Voi, et geler,
Et ces arbres despoillier
Et iverner,
Adone me vueil aisier
Et sejorner
A bon feu, lès le brasier,
Et à vin cler,
En chaude maison,
Por le tens felon.
Ja n’ait il pardon
Qui n’aime sa garison!

[When I see the weather growing cold, and the frost coming, and the trees losing their leaves, and growing wintry, then I want to take my ease and stay in front of a good fire, beside the glowing charcoal, with clear wine, in a warm house, because of the bad weather. May he never be forgiven who does not care for his own comfort.]

— Colin Muset (13th-century French poet) [via The Medieval Calendar Year]

(Via.)

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