Been reading about Wenceslas and Prokop of Luxembourg during their respective imprisonments by Sigismund (yes, he locked up both his brother and his cousin), and apparently Prokop would while away the boredom during his imprisonment by writing seething poems about how much everything Hungarian sucks. Character-wise he was apparently most like Charles IV; Sigismund and Jobst both tended to dislike him, while he and Wenceslas were pretty close for most part. Wish we could see more of the Luxembourgs, because they all sound like such fun, colourful personalities.
>A stranger in a foreign land,
>With sorrow full I here do stand.
>My joy is gone, my mirth is fled,
>From mine own land I now am sped.
>From Moravia cast away,
>Here like a peasant must I stay.
>Were I a knight, I’d ride and fight.
>Were I a knave, I’d burn by night.
>But knight nor knave, I am nor bold—
>A wretched scholar, poor and forgot.
>The Magyars? Lords? Nay, scoundrels all!
>Not noble hearts, but base and small.
>Let Satan take that cursed brood,
>And shite them out in devil’s mood.
