SONNET  

Frabanc to banc fra vod to vod I rin  
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasy  
Lyc till a leif that fallis from a try  
Or till a reid ourblavin with ye vind.   

Tva gods gyds me ye one of yam is blind,  
Ȝe and a bairn brought up in vanity,  
The next a vyf ingenrit of ye see,  
And lichter nor a dauphin with her sin.   

Unhappy is ye man for evirmaire  
That teils ye sand and saviss in ye air,  
Bot tvyse unhappier is he I lairn   

Th●● fe●dis in his heart a mad desire▪  
And follous ou a woman yrov ye fire  
Led be a blind and teichit be a bairn   
M. ALEX: BOYDE.