Count Juilan - pg. 136

In the stately pavan of the universe,
I bear on the solid pommel of my sword,
a scarlet cross that proclaims
my noble Castilian lineage,
I drape a crimson cloak over my shoulders,
I curl my mustache upward, Burgundy-style,
and my starched white ruff stands out stiffly
beneath my curly white locks.
I have a hundred lancers fighting in Flanders,
a thousand serfs on the slopes of the Andes,
kettledrums and a pennant, a gibbet and a bodkin,
a count's demesne in a mountainous region,
a friar to shrive the countess,
a hundred greyhounds, ten pages, and a castle.