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The Ever Green
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The Ever Green
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A COLLECTION
cots
OF
oems
Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600
BY ALLAN RAMSAY
Reprinted from the Original Edition
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOLUME FIRST
Glasgow
ROBERT FORRESTER, 1 ROYAL EXCHANGE SQUARE
1876
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Printed by M'LAREN & ERSKINE, Glasgow.
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Le-ni-h
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THE
Ever Green,
BEING A
COLLECTION
O F
SCOTS POEMS,
Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
VOL. I.
Published by ALLAN RAMSAY.
Still green with Bays each ancient Altar ftands,
Above the Reach of facrilegious Hands,
Secure from Flames, from Envys fiercer Rage,
Destructive War and all devouring Age.
POPE.
EDINBURGH,
Printed by Mr. THOMAS RUDDIMAN for the Pu-
bliſher, at his Shop, near the Crofs. M.DCC.XXIV.
172
II.
iii.

To His GRACE
JAMES
Duke of HAMILTON,
Captain General,
&c.
And the reſt of the Honourable
MEMBERS of the
Royal COMPANY of ARCHERS.
My LORDS and GENTLEMEN,
HEN the more eminent Concerns
WH
of Life, or the agreeable Diver-
fion of the BOW, do not employ your
leafure
iv.
DEDICATION.
leaſure Time, the following OLD BARDS
preſent you with an Intertainment that
can never be diſagreeable to any SCOTS
Man, who deſpiſes the Fopery of admir-
ing nothing but what is either new or
foreign, and is a Lover of his Country.
Such the Royal Company of ARCHERS
are, and fuch every good Man ſhould
ftrive to be.
THE Spirit of Freedom that ſhines
throw both the ferious and comick Per-
formances of our old Poets, appears of
a Piece with that Love of Liberty that
our antient Heroes contended for, and
maintained Sword in Hand. From
you then, My Lords and Gentlemen,
who take Pleaſure to repreſent our
brave Anceſtors, theſe POETS claim
Regard and Patronage; they now
make a Demand for that Immortal
Fame
DEDICATION.
V.
Fame that tuned their Souls some Hun-
dred Years ago, which is in your
Power, by countenancing to beſtow.
They do not addrefs you with an indi-
gent Face, and a Thousand pityful
Apologies, to bribe the good Will of the
Criticks. No! 'tis long fince they were
fuperiour to the Spleen of theſe four
Gentlemen.
EVERY one who has Generofity, and is
not byaffed with a miſtaken Prejudice,
will allow, that good Senſe, ſharp Satyre,
and witty Mirth, may be exprefs'd with
a true Spirit, altho' in antiquated Words
and Phrafes: When one beftows but a
very ſmall Pains to enter into the Authors
Manner, then 'tis not to be doubted but
the ROYAL COMPANY will receive and
approve of theſe valuable Remains, and
have a due Regard to the Memory of
thefe
A 2
vi.
DEDICATION.
theſe meritorious Authors, and accept this
Dedication from,
My LORDS and GENTLEMEN,
Their faithful Publiſher,
Edin. Octob.
15. 1724.
And your most humble
And devoted Servant,
ALLAN RAMSAY.
:
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深深深​深深
​PREFACE.
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I
Have obferved that Readers of the beſt and moſt
exquifite Difcernment frequently complain of our
modern Writings, as filled with affected Delicacies
and ftudied Refinements, which they would gladly
exchange for that natural Strength of Thought and
Simplicity of Stile our Forefathers practifed: To fuch,
I hope, the following Collection of Poems will not
be diſpleaſing.
When theſe good old Bards wrote, we had not yet
made Use of imported Trimming upon our Cloaths,
nor of foreign Embroidery in our Writings. Their
Poetry is the Product of their own Country, not pil-
fered and spoiled in the Transportation from abroad:
Their Images are native, and their Landſkips domef
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tick
viii.
PREFACE.
tick; copied from thofe Fields and Meadows we every
Day behold.
The Morning rifes (in the Poets Deſcription) as
fhe does in the Scottish Horizon. We are not carried
to Greece or Italy for a Shade, a Stream or a Breeze.
The Groves rife in our own Valleys; the Rivers flow
from our own Fountains, and the Winds blow upon
our own Hills. I find not Fault with thofe Things,
as they are in Greece or Italy: But with a North-
ern Poet for fetching his Materials from thefe Places,
in a Poem, of which his own Country is the Scene;
as our Hymners to the Spring and Makers of Paf-
torals frequently do.
This Miſcellany will likewife recommend itſelf, by
the Diverfity of Subjects and Humour it contains.
The grave Defcription and the wanton Story, the
Moral Saying and the mirthful Feſt, will illuſtrate
and alternately relieve each other.
The Reader whofe Temper is spleen'd with the
Vices and Follies now in Fashion, may gratifie his
Humour with the Satyres he will here find upon the
Follies and Vices that were uppermost two or three
Hun-
PREFACE.
ix.
Hundred Years ago. The Man, whoſe Inclinations
are turned to Mirth, will be pleafed to know how the
good Fellow of a former Age told his jovial Tale; and
the Lover may divert himself with the old fashioned
Sonnet of an amorous Poet in 2. Margaret and 2:
Mary's Days. In a Word, the following Collection
will be fuch another Proſpect to the Eye of the Mind,
as to the outward Eye is the various Meadow, where
Flowers of different Hue and Smell are mingled
together in a beautiful Irregularity.
I hope alfo the Reader, when he dips into thefe
Poems, will not be diſpleaſed with this Reflection,
That he is stepping back into the Times that are paſt,
and that exist no more. Thus the Manners and
Cuſtoms then in Vogue, as he will find them here
deſcribed, will have all the Air and Charm of Novelty;
and that feldom fails of exciting Attention and
pleafing the Mind. Befides, the Numbers, in which
theſe Images are conveyed, as they are not now com-
monly practifed, will appear new and amufing.
The different Stanza and varied Cadence will
likewife much footh and engage the Ear, which in
Poetry
X.
PREFACE.
Poetry eſpecially muſt be always flattered. However,
I do not expect that thefe Poems ſhould pleaſe every
Body, nay the critical Reader must needs find ſeveral
Faults; for I own that there will be found in theſe
Volumes two or three Pieces, whoſe Antiquity is
their greatest Value; yet ftill I am perfwaded there
are many more that shall merit Approbation and
Applauſe than Cenfure and Blame. The beft Works
are but a Kind of Miſcellany, and the cleanest Corn
is not without fome Chaff, no not after often Win-
nowing: Befides, Difpraiſe is the eaſieſt Part of
Learning, and but at beft the Offspring of unchari-
table Wit. Every Clown can fee that the Furrow
is crooked, but where is the Man that will plow me
one ſtraight?
✓ There is nothing can be heard more filly than one's
expreffing his Ignorance of his native Language;
yet fuch there are, who can vaunt of acquiring a
tolerable Perfection in the French or Italian Tongues,
if they have been a Forthnight in Paris or a Month
in Rome: But fhew them the most elegant Thoughts
in a Scots Dreſs, they as difdainfully as ftupidly con-
demn
PREFACE.
xi.
demn it as barbarous. But the true Reafon is
obvious: Every one that is born never fo little fuperior
to the Vulgar, would fain diſtinguiſh themſelves from
them by fome Manner or other, and fuch, it would
appear, cannot arrive at a better Method. But this
affected Clafs of Fops give no Uneafinefs, not being
numerous; for the most part of our Gentlemen, who
are generally Masters of the moſt uſeful and politeft
Languages, can take Pleaſure (for a Change) to ſpeak
and read their own.
It was intended that an Account of the Authors
of the following Collection ſhould be given; but not
being furniſhed with fuch distinct Information as could
be wished for that End at preſent, the Defign is de-
layed, until the publishing of a Third or Fourth
fucceeding Volume, wherein the Curious fhall be
Satisfied, in as far as can be gathered, with Relation
to their Lives and Characters, and the Time wherein
they flourished. The Names of the Authors, as we
find them in our Copies, are marked before or after
their Poems.
I cannot finish this Preface, without grateful
Acknow-
xii.
PREFACE.
Acknowledgements to the Honourable Mr. WILLIAM
CARMICHAEL, Advocate, Brother to the Earl of
Hyndford, who, with an eafy Beneficence, that is
infeparable from a fuperior Mind, affifted me in this
Undertaking with a valuable Number of Poems in a
large Manuſcript-book in Folio, collected and wrote
by Mr. George Bannyntine in Anno 1568; from
which MS. the most of the following are gathered:
And if they prove acceptable to the World, they may
have the Pleaſure of expecting a great many more,
and fhall very foon be gratified.

CHRYSTS-

CHRYSTS-KIRK
OF THE
GRENE.
I.
WAS nevir
nevir in Scotland hard
nor fene
Sic Dancing and Deray,
Nowthir at Falkland on the Grene,
Nor Pebills at the Play,
As
NOTES.
+
Becauſe we ſtrictly obſerve the old Orthography, for the more Con-
veniency of the Readers, we fhall note fome general Rules at the
Bottom of the Page, as they occur, wherein the old Spelling differs
from the prefent, in Words that have nothing elſe of the Antique, or
Difference from the English: But fhall refer you to the Gloffary at the
End of the fecond Vol. for the Explanation of all of that kind in par-
ticular, and of thoſe that are more peculiar to this Nation,
Rule I. Grene, Sene, Clene, &c., Green, Seen, Clean. The double
ee is ſupplied in fuch Words, commonly with one e before, and another
after the Confonant.
B
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
As was of Wowers, as I wene,
At Chryfts-Kirk on a Day;
Thair came our Kitties waſhen clene
In new Kirtills of Gray,
Full gay,
At Chryft-Kirk of the Grene that Day.
II.
To danſs thir Damyfells them dicht,
Thir Laffes licht of Laits:
Thair Gluvis war of the Raffell richt,
Thair Shune war of the Straits;
Thair Kirtills war of Lincome licht,
Weil preft with mony Plaits:
They war fae nyſs when Men them nicht,
They fqueilt lyke ony Gaits,
Sae loud, at, &c. that Day.
Danfs, Fenfs, Glanfs, Dance, Fence, Glance.
ce often in fuch Words.
Dicht, Licht, Richt, &c., Dight, Light, Right.
Words always us'd in Place of the gh.
III. OF
The fs us'd for the
The ch in fuch
Gluvis, Lufe, Haif, &c., Gloves, Love, Have. The ƒ and in-
differently made uſe of in thoſe and the like Words.
Shune, Mune, Sune, &c., Shoon (or Shoes), Moon, Soon, the
double oo never found in fuch Words. Sometimes they are fpell'd,
Sone, Mone; but in thoſe, as in many others, we have endeavour'd to
fix the Orthography to the most frequent Manner.
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
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III.
Of all thir Maidens myld as meid,
Was nane fae jimp as 'Gillie:
As ony Roſe her Rude was reid,
Her Lyre was lyke the Lillie.
Fow zellow, zellow was her Heid;
But ſcho of Lufe fae filly,
Thocht all hir Kin had ſworn hir Deid,
Scho wald haif but ſweit Willie
Alane, at Chryſt-Kirk, &c. that Day.
IV.
SCHO fkornit Jok and ſkrapit at him,
And murgeont him with Mokks,
He wald haif luvit, ſcho wald not lat him,
For all his zellow Lokks.
He
Weil, Deid, Heid, Meid, &c., Well, Dead, Head, Mead. The
Dipthong ei us'd in many fuch Words as now require e, ea and ee.
Sae, Wae, Mae, Nane, Wald, &c., So, Wo, Moe, None, Would,
The a and ae in Place of o and oe, except in thoſe Words,`Ony, Mony,
which are the reverſe.
Nyfs, Wyss, Byt, Hyd, Myld, Lyk, &c., Nice, Wife, Bite, Hide,
Mild, Like. Our not founding the i as the Engliſh do, accounts very
well for our Elders ſpelling all words with a y of fuch a Sound.
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
He chereift hir, ſcho bad gae chat him,
Scho compt him not twa Clokks:
Sae fchamefully his ſchort Goun ſet him,
His Limms wer lyk twa Rokks,
Scho faid at, &c. that Day.
V.
THOM LUTAR was thair Menſtral meit,
O Lord! as he could lanfs:
He playt fae fchill, and fang fae ſweet,
Quhyle Towfie tuke a Tranſs.
Auld Lightfute thair he did forleit,
And counterfittet Franfs;
He us'd himſelf as Man difcreit,
And up tuke Moreis Danfs,
Full loud, at, &c. that Day.
VI. THEN
Sang, Lang, Band, Thrang, &c., Song, Long, Bond, Throng. The
a is us'd in place of o.
Tuke, Blude, Gude, Luke, Fule, Shute, &c., Took, Blood, Good,
Look, Fool, Shoot.
Quhyle, Quhat, Quho, Quhyt, &c., While, What, Who, White.
The qu
is always us'd for the German w, when an h immediately
follows. See Mr. Ruddiman's Gloffary to Gavin Douglas's Virgil.
Auld, Bauld, &c., Old, Bold. Here in many fuch Words the Scots
ſpell with au in Place of the Engliſh o.
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
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VI.
THEN Steven came ftepand in with Stends,
Nae Rynk micht him arreiſt:
Plateflute he bobbit up with Bends,
For Mald he maid Requeiſt.
He lap till he lay on his Lends;
But ryfand was fae preiſt,
Quhyle that he hoiſtit at baith Ends,
For honour of the Feift,
And danft, at, &c. that Day.
VII. SYNE
Stepand, Ryfand, &c., Stepping, Rifing; and is frequently the Sign
of the Participle of the Prefent Tenſe; fometimes an and in inſtead of
the modern ing.
Stevin, Stepand, Stends, as before, Laffes licht of Laits, and generally
through all, our antient Bards endeavour to add a delicate and artful
Smoothneſs to their Verfe, by a Flow of Words that begin with the
fame initial Letters. No Puets of any Language ever purfued that
Manner fo cloſe, or fucceeded fo well. Dryden and Waller, and fome
others of our beſt Moderns, in their Verfification, feem to admire that
Beauty.
When Man on many multiply'd his Kind. Dryd.
And, Oh! how I long my tender Limbs to lay. Wal.
One cannot help ſmiling to hear the Writer of Mr. Waller's Life fay,
That this Way of throwing off a Verſe easily was first introduced by him.
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
VII.
SYNE Robene Roy begoud to revell,
And Dawny to him druggit.
Let be, quoth Jok, and cawd him Jevell,
And be the Tail him tuggit.
The Kenfie cleikit to a cavell;
But, Lord, than how they luggit.
Thay partit manly with a Nevell;
I trow that Hair was ruggit
Betwix them, at, &c. that Day.
VIII.
ANE bent a Bow, fic Sturt coud fteir him,
Grit Skayth weld to haif ſkard him:
He cheift a Flane as did affeir him;
The toder faid, Dirdum, dardum :
Throw
Begoud, Beuk, Clam, Keift, &c., Began, or did begin, did bake, did
climb, did caft. Our old Authors have a great many of ſuch Preterites
of Verbs, moſt of which continue amongst us ftill.
Toder, Fader, Bruder, Moder, Hider, &c., That other, Father,
Brother, Mother, Hither. The dis frequently us'd for th in ſuch
Words.
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
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!
Throw baith the Cheiks he thocht to cheir him,
Or throw the Erfs haif chard him.
Be ane Akerbraid it came not neir him,
I can not tell quhat mard him
Thair at, &c. that Day.
IX.
WITH that a Freynd of his cry'd fy,
And up an Arrow drew;
He forgit it fae furiouſly,
The Bow in Flenders flew:
Sae was the Will of God, trow I;
For had the Tree been trew,
Men faid that kend his Archery,
He wald haif flain enow
At Chryft-Kirk on the Grene that Day.
X.
ANE hafty Henſure callit Hary,
Quha was an Archer heynd,
Tytt up a Taikle withouten tary,
That torment fae him teynd.
I wat
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
I wat not quhidder his Hand coud vary,
Or the Man was his Freynd;
For he eſchapit throw Michts of Mary,
As Man that nae Ill meind,
But Gude, at Chryft-Kirk on the Grene that Day.
XI.
THAN Lowry lyk a Lyon lap,
And fone a Flane can fedder;
He hecht to perfe him at the Pap,
Thereon to wed a Weddir.
He hit him on the Wame a Wap,
It buft lyk ony Bledder:
But fwa his Fortune was and Hap,
His Doublet made of Ledder,
Saift him, at, &c. that Day.
XII.
A zaip zung Man that ftude him neiſt,
Loufd aff a Schot with Yre;
He ettlit the Bern in at the Breift,
The Bolt flew owre the Byre,
Ane
Zellow, Zaip, Zung, Zier, Zou, &c., Yellow, Yap, Young, Year,
You.
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
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Ane cryd, Fy, he had flain a Prieſt,
A Myle bezond a Myre.
Then Bow and Bag frae him he keift,
And fled as ferfs as Fyre
Frae Flint, at, &c. that Day.
XIII.
WITH Forks and Flails, thay lent grit Flaps,
And flang togidder lyk Friggs:
With Bowgars of Barns thay beft blew Kapps,
Quhyle thay of Berns maid Briggs.
The Reird raiſe rudely with the Rapps,
Quhen Rungs war laid on Riggs:
The Wyfis came forth with Crys and Clapps,
Lo, quhair my Lyking liggs,
Quoth thay, at, &c. that Day.
XIV.
THAY girnit and lute gird with Grains,
Ilk Goffip uder greivt:
Sum ftrak with Stings, fum gaddert Stains,
Sum fled and ill miſchevt.
The
IO
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
The Menſtral wan within twa Wains,
That Day full weil he preivt:
For he came hame with unbirs'd Bains,
Quhair Fechtairs war miſcheivt,
For evir, at, &c. that Day.
XV.
HEICH Hutchon with a Hiffil Ryſs,
To red can throw them rummill;
He muddillt them down lyk ony Myſs,
He was nae Baity bummill.
Thocht he was wicht, he was nocht wyfs,
With fic Jangleurs to jummill;
For frae his Thoume they dang a Sklyſs,
Quhyle he cry'd Barlafummill,
I am flain, at, &c. this Day.
XVI.
QUHEN that he ſaw his blude fae reid,
To fle might nae Man let him,
He weind it had been for auld feid,
He thocht ane cry'd, Haif at him.
He
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
II
He gart his Feit defend his Heid,
The far fairer it ſet him;
Quhyl he was paſt out of all pleid,
They fould bene ſwift that gat him
Throw Speid, at, &c. that Day.
XVII.
THE TOWN-Soutar in Grief was bowdin,
His Wyfe hang at his Waiſt;
His Body was in Blude all browdin,
He graint lyk ony Ghaiſt.
Her Glitterand Hair that was fae gowden,
Sae hard in Lufe him laiſt,
That for her Saik he was not zowden,
Seven Myle that he was chaift,
And mair, &c. that Day.
XVIII.
THE Millar was of manly Mak,
To meit him was nae Mows,
There durft not Ten cum him to tak,
Sae noytit he thair Pows.
The
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
The Buſchment hale about him brak,
And bikkert him with Bows,
Syne traytorly behind his Bak,
They hewt him on the Hows,
Behind, at, &c. that Day.
XIX.
TWA that war Herdmen of the Herd,
On udder ran lyk Rams,
Then followit Feymen, richt unaffeird,
Bet on with Barrow trams,
But quhair thair Gobs thay war ungeird,
They gat upon the Gams;
Quhyl bludy berkit war thair Baird,
As they had worriet Lamms,
Maiſt lyk, at, &c. that Day.
XX. THE
Hewt him on the Hows, Hew'd or cut him down, by ſtriking him
behind on the Houghs or Hams.
Cum, Sum, &c., Come, Some. The u in Place of o.
Lamms, Thowme, Dum, &c., Lambs, Thumb, Dumb.
feldom made Ufe of in such Words.
The b
Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
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XX.
THE Wyves keiſt up a hideous Zell,
Quhen all thir Zounkers zokkit,
Als ferfs as ony Fyre-flauchts fell;
Freiks to the Feilds they flokit.
The Carlis with Clubs did uder quell,
Quhyl Blude at Breifts out bokit;
Sae rudely rang the common Bell,
That all the Steipill rokkit
For reid, at Chryfts-Kirk on the Grene that Day.
XXI.
QUHEN thay had beirt lyk baitit Bulls,
And branewod brynt in Bails,
They wer as meik as ony Mulis,
That mangit ar with Mails.
For
Mulis, Mules. In feveral Words like this, where an i goes between
an / and another Confonant, we are to pronounce fhort, as Mules, not
Mulis.
Mangit ar with Mails, Maim'd with Burdens.
Flawchtir Fails, Turf that Country People flea for covering Houſes.
Haild the Dulis, is a Phraſe us'd at Foot Ball, or fuch Games, where
the Party that gains the Dule or Goal is faid to hail it, or win the
Game.
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Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene.
For Faintneſs thae forfochtin Fulis,
Fell down lyk flauchtir Fails:
Freſh Men came in and hail'd the Dulis,
And dang them down in Dails,
Bedene, at, &c. that Day.
XXII.
QUHEN all was done, Dik with an Aix,
Came furth to fell a Fudder,
Quod he, quhair are zon hangit Smaiks,
Richt now wald flain my Brudder.
His Wyfe bade him gae hame, Gib Glaiks,
And fae did Meg his Mudder.
He turn'd and gaif them baith their Paiks;
For he durft ding nane udder,
For Feir, at Chryſt-Kirk of the Grene that Day.
Finis quod King JAMES I.
The
Fudder, properly a Load, relating to Lead. It is 1600 Pound
Weight: in our old Authors it often metaphorically means a great many.
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The THISTLE and the ROSE,
O'er Flowers and Herbage green,
By Lady Nature chofe,
Brave King and lovely Queen.
A
POEM
In Honour of
MARGARET, Daughter to HENRY the
VII. of England, Queen to JAMES the
IV. King of SCOTS.
I.
QUHEN Merch with variand Winds was overpaft,
And fweit Apryle had with his Silver Showers
Tane Leif of Nature, with an orient Blaft,
And lufty May, that Mudder is of Flowrs,
Had maid the Birds begin be tymous Hours;
Amang the tendir Odours reid and quhyt,
Quhois Harmony to heir was grit Delyt.
II. IN
Lufty May, Defireable May. Lufty, through theſe Poems, is an
Epithet frequently us'd in this Senſe; alſo in our Language it expreffes
Youthful, Blooming, Large, Jolly.
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The Thistle and the Rofe.
II.
IN Bed at Morrow, fleiping as I lay,
Methocht Aurora with her Rubie Ene,
In at my Window lukit by the Day,
And halfit me, with Viſage pale and grene,
Upon her Hand a Lark fang frae the Splene,
Luvers, awake out of your Slumbering,
Se how the lufty Morning dois upſpring.
III.
METHOCHT freſh May before my Bed upftood,
In Weid depainted of ilk diverfe Hew,
Sober, benyng, and full of Menfuetude,
In Bright Atyre of Flours, all forget new,
Of heavenly Colour quhyt, reid, brown and blew,
Balmit in Dew, and gilt with Phebus Beims,
Quhyle all the Houſe ilumynt with her Leims.
IV.
SLUGART, ſcho ſaid, awake annon, for Schame,
And in my Honour fumthing thou gae wryte;
The Lark has done, the merry Day proclaim,
Luvers to rais with Comfort and Delyte,
Will nocht increaſe thy Courage to indyt;
Quhaſe
Lukit by the Day, Looked in at my Window by Day or the Dawn-
ing. Halfit, Hail'd or Saluted.
Menfuetude, Mildneſs, or good Humour.
The Thistle and the Rofe.
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Quhaſe Heart fomtyme has glad and blissful bene,
Sangs oft to mak under the Brenches grene.
V.
QUHERTO, quoth I, fall I upryſe at Morrow,
For in thy Month few Birds haif I hard fing,
Thay haif mair Cauſe to weip and plein their Sorrow:
Thy Air it is not holſum nor benyng,
Lord Eolus dois in thy Seaſon ring,
Sae boufteous ar the blaſts of his fhill horn,
Amang thy Bews to walk I haif forborn.
VI.
WITH that the Lady foberly did fmyle,
And ſaid, Upryfe and do thy Obfervance:
Thou did promift in Mayis lufty quhyle,
Then to diſcryve the ROSE of moſt Pleſance.
Go fee the Birdis how they fing and dance,
And how the Skyes iluminat ar bricht,
Enamylt richly with new azure Licht.
VII. QUHEN
Do thy Obfervance, Perform thy Duty or Refpects. Here 'tis proper
we take notice of the Cadency of fuch Words; many in that Age being
pronounced long that now are expreffed fhort: But our Union with
France, and French Auxiliaries fo often in Scotland at that Time, can
eafily account for that Manner of Pronunciation.
C
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The Thistle and the Rofe.
VII.
QUHEN this was faid, away then went the Quene,
And entert in a lufty Garden gent;
And then methocht, full haftylie beſene,
In Sark and Mantle after her I went
Into this Garth moſt dulce and redolent,
Of Herb and Flowir, and tender Plants moſt ſweit,
And grene Leivs doing of Dew doun fleit.
VIII.
THE pourpour Sun, with tender Rayis reid,
In orient bricht as Angel did appeir,
Throu golden Skys advancing up his Heid,
Whoſe gildet Treffes ſchone fae wonder cleir,
That all the Warld tuke Comfort far and neir,
To luke upon his freſh and blissful Face,
Doing all fable frae the Heavenis chace.
IX.
AND as the blissful Sun drave up the Sky,
All Nature fang throu Comfort of the Licht;
The Minstrells wingd with open Voyces cry,
O Luvers now is fled the dully Nicht,
Come welcome Day that comforts every Wicht.
Hail
The Thistle and the Rofe.
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Hail May, hail Flora, hail Aurora ſhene,
Hail Princeſs Nature, hail Luves hartfome Quene.
X.
DAME Nature gave an Inhibition ther
To Neptune ferfs and Eolus the bauld,
Not to perturb the Water nor the Air,
That nowther blaſhy Shower, nor Blasts mair
cauld
Suld Flowirs effray nor Fowles upon the Fauld.
Scho bad eik Juno Goddes of the Sky,
That ſcho the Heaven fuld keep amene and dry.
XI.
ALS fcho ordaind that every Bird and Beiſt
Before her Hieneſs fuld annone compeir,
And every Flowir of Virtue maiſt and leiſt,
And every Herb in fair Feild far and neir,
As they had wont in May frae Yeir to Yeir:
To hir thair Quene to mak Obediens,
Full law inclynand with dew Reverens.
XII. WITH
Obediens and Reverens, as obferved before in the Words Obfervance
and Pleſance, muſt be accented long.
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XII.
WITH that annone ſcho ſent the ſwift fute Roe,
To bring in alkind Beiſt frae Dale and Doun,
The reſtleſs Swallow ordert fcho to go,
And fetch all Fowl of fmall and grit Renown,
And to gar Flowirs appeir of all Faffoun:
Fully craftely conjurit fhe the Yarrow.
Quhilk did forth fwirk as ſwift as ony Arrow.
XIII.
ALL brocht in were, in twynkling of an Ee,
Baith Beift and Bird and Flowir before the Quene,
And firſt the Lyon greateſt of Degre
Was fummond ther, and he, fair to be ſene,
With a full hardy Countenance and kene,
Before Dam Nature came, and did inclyne,
With Viſage bauld, and Courage Leonyne.
XIV. THIS
Courage Leonyne. This perhaps may be fmil'd at, but there's as
much Reaſon to laugh at the modern Phraſe of one's looking like
himſelf.
The Thistle and the Rofe.
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XIV.
THIS awful Beift was terrible of Cheir,
Perfing of Luke, and ſtout of Countenance,
Right ſtrong of Corps, of Fafſon fair, bot feir,
Lufty of Shape, licht of Deliverance,
Reid of his Colour, as the Ruby Glance:
In Feild of Gold he ſtude full rampantly,
With Flowr-de-Lyces circlet plefantly.
XV.
THIS Lady liftit up his Cluves fae cleir,
And lute him liftlie lein upon hir Knee,
And crownit him with Diadem full deir,
Of radyous Stanes maiſt ryall there to ſee,
Saying, The King of all Beiſts mak I thee,
And
If one were to comment and illuftrate every poetical Beauty that
ftrikes our Imaginations fo agreeably, and come fo frequent, he would
fwell the Notes too much, and rob the Reader of a Pleaſure which is
his own Property; wherefore fuch Annotations fhall be declined.
When Folks are raviſhed with any Pleaſure tho' it be obvious to every
By-ſtander, yet they cannot help expreffing what delights them many
Times over, when there is not the leaft Occafion for Information.
This was juſt my Cafe, on reading this excellent Deſcription of the Lyon
and the Scots Arms, never ſo happily blazoned.
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The Thistle and the Rofe.
And the Protector cheif in Wodes and Schaws,
Go furth, and to thy Leiges keip the Laws.
XVI.
JUSTICE exerce, with Mercy and Confciens,
And let nae ſmall Beift fuffir Skaith nor Skorns,
Of greiter Beifts that bein of more Pufiance.
Do Law alyke to Apes and Unicorns,
And lat na Bowgle with his boufteous Horns
Opprefs the meik Pluch-Ox, for all his Pryd,
But in the Yok go quietly him befyd.
XVII.
WHEN this was faid, with Noyfe and Sound of
Joy,
All Kynd of Quadrupeds in thair Degree,
Attains cry'd, Laud, and then, Vive le Roy;
Syne at his Feit fell with Humility;
To him they all made Homage and Feiltie;
And he did tham refaif with princely Laits,
Whoſe noble Yre his Greitneſs mitigates.
XVIII.
SYNE crownit ſcho the Eagle King of Fowls;
And ſharp as Darts of Steil fcho made his Penns,
And bade him be as juft to Whawps and Owls,
As
The Thistle and the Rofe.
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As unto Peakoks, Papingos, or Crans,
And mak ane Law for wicht Fowls and for Wrens,
And let nae Fowl of Rapine do affray,
Nor Birds devore but his own proper Prey.
XIX.
THEN callt ſcho all the Flowirs grew in the Feild,
Diſcryving all thair Faffons and Effeirs,
Upon the awfull THISTLE fhe beheld,
And ſaw him guarded with a Buſh of Speirs,
Confiddering him fae able for the Weirs,
A radiant Crown of Rubies ſcho him gaif,
And ſaid, in Feild go forth, and fend the laif.
XX.
AND fen thou art a King, be thou defcreit,
Herb without Value hald not of fic Pryce,
As Herb of Vertew and of Odour ſweet,
And let no Netle vyle and full of Vyce
Hir fallow with the gudly Flowr-de-Lyce,
Nor let no wyld Weid, full of Churliſhneſs,
Compare hir to the Lillys Nobilnefs.
XXI. NOR
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The Thistle and the Rofe.
XXI.
NOR hald nane other Flowir in fic denty
As the freſh Rose, of Colour reid and quhyt;
For if thou dois, hurt is thyne Honeſty,
Confiddering that no Flowir is fae perfyte,
Sae full of Plefans, Vertew and Delyte,
Sae full of bliſsful Angellyke Bewtie,
Imperial Birth, Honour and Dignitie.
XXII.
THEN to the Rose fcho did her Viſage turn,
And faid, O lufty Dochter moſt benyng,
Abofe the Lilly thou art ilufterous born,
Frae Ryal Linage ryfing freſh and yung,
But ony Spot or Macull doing fprung:
Cum Blume of Joy with richeſt Jems be crownd,
For owre the laif thy Bewtie is renound.
XXIII.
A coſtly Crown with Stanes clarified bricht,
This comely Quene did on hir Heid incloſe,
Quhyle all the Land illumynat of Licht ;
Quhairfor
Quhois, Dois, Hir, &c., Whofe, Does, Her. The e in many fuch
Words is fupplied with i.
But ony Spot, Without Spot.
The Thistle and the Rofe.
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Quhairfor methocht, the Flowirs did all rejoſe,
Crying attaines, Hail to the fragrant Rose,
Hail Empreſs of the Herbs, freſch Quene of Flowirs,
To the be Glore and Honour at all Hours.
XXIV.
THEN all the Birds thay fang with Voice on hicht,
Whofe mirthfull Sound was marvellous to heir;
The Mavys fang, Hail Rose moſt rich and richt,
That does upflurifs under Phebus Sphere,
Hail Plant of Youth, Hail Princes Dochter deir,
Hail Blofome breking out of Blude Ryal,
Quhois precious Vertew is Imperial.
XXV.
THE Merle ſcho fang, Hail ROSE of moft Delyt,
Hail of all Flowirs the ſweit and foverain Quene:
The Lark ſcho fang, Hail Rose baith reid and quhyt,
Moſt pleſand Flowir of michty Colours twain;
Nichtingails fang, Hail Nature's Suffragane,
In Bewty, Nurture, and each Nobilneſs,
In rich Array, Renown and Gentilneſs.
XXVI. THE
That the Houſe of York and Lancaster (the White and Red Rofe) were
united in the Perfon of our Queen, is well known.
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The Thistle and the Rofe.
XXVI.
THE Common Voice upraiſe of Birdis fmall,
Upon this Ways, O bliffit be the Hour
That thou was choſe to be our Principal,
Welcome to be our Princes crownd with Powir,
Our Perle, our Plefance, and our Paramour,
Our Peace, our Play, our plain Felicity:
CHRYST the conſerve from all Adverfity.
XXVII.
THEN all the Confort fang with fic a Shout,
That I anone awakent quhair I lay,
And with a Braid I turnit me about
To fe this Court, but all wer gone away;
Then up I leint me, halflings in affray,
Callt to my Mufe, and for my Subjeck chofe
To fing the Ryal THISTLE and the Rose.
Quod Mr. Wm. DUNBAR.
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PANYGYRICK
ON
SR PENNY.
а
I.
ICHT fain wald I my Qwaintance mak
RICHT
Sr Penny with, and wate ye quhy?
He is a Man will undertak
A Lairdſhip of braid Lands to buy;
Thairfoir methink richt fain wald I
With him in Fellowſhip repair,
Becauſe he is in Company
A noble Gyde baith late and air.
II. SR
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A Panygyrick on Sr Penny.
II.
SR Penny for till hald in Hand,
His Company they think ſae ſweit;
Sum does not care to fell thair Land,
With gude Sr Penny for to meit,
Becauſe he is of a noble Spreit,
A furthy Man and a forſeiand;
There is no Mater ends compleit,
Till he fet to his Seil and Hand.
III.
SR Penny is a valiant Man,
Of mekle Strenth and Dignitie,
And evir fen this Warld began,
In this Land autoreift is he:
The King or Quene ze may not ſee,
They ſtill ſo tenderlie him trete,
That ther can nathing endit be,
Without his Company ze get.
IV.
SR Penny is a Man of Law,
And (witt ye weil) baith wyſe and war;
He mony Reaſons can furth fchaw,
Quhen he is ſtanding at the Bar,
Is
A Panygyrick on Sr Penny. 29
Is nane fae fharp that can him ſcar,
Quhen he propons furth ony Pley;
Nor zit fae hardy Man as dar
Sr Penny tyne or diſobey.
V.
SR Penny is baith leird and wyſe,
The Kirk to fteir he taks in Hand,
Diſponer of ilk Benefice
In this Realm, throu all the Land;
Is nane fae wicht dar him gainſtand,
Sae wyfely can Sr Penny wirk;
And als Sr Symonie his Servand,
That now is Gydar of the Kirk.
VI.
GIF to the Court thou mak repair,
And ther haif Matters to proclame,
Thou art unable weil to fair,
Sr Penny gif thou leif at hame,
To bring him furth think thou nae Schame;
I do thee weil to underſtand,
Into thy Bag beir thou his Name,
Thy Matter cums better to hand.
VII. SR
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A Panygyrick on Sr Penny.
VII.
SR Penny now is maid an Owll,
They wirk him mekle Tray and Tene,
They hald him in till he hair-moull,
And maks him blind of baith his Ene;
Thirout he is but findle fene,
Sae faſt tharin they can him ſteik,
That Commons pure cannot obtain
Ane Day to byd with him and ſpeik.
Tray and Tene, Anger.
Hair-moull, Grown hoary with Mouldineſs.
ထိုသတ်မိသည်
VERTUE
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VERTUE and VYCE.
A
POEM,
Addreft to
JAMES V. King of Scors,
By the famous and renown'd Clerk,
Mr. JOHN BELLENTYNE,
Arch-Dean of Murray.
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I.
UHEN Silver Diane full of Beims bricht,
Frae dark Eclips was paſt this uther Nicht,
And to the Crab hir proper Manfion gane;
Artophilax contending with his Micht
In the grit Eift to fet his Viſage richt;
I mene the Leider of the Charle-wane:
Aboif our Heid then was the Urfis twain,
Quhen Starris ſmall obſcure grew to our Sicht,
And Lucifer left twinkling him alane.
II. THE
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Vertue and Vyce.
II.
THE frofty Nicht with her prolixit Hours,
Her Mantle quhyt fpred on the tender Flours;
When ardent Labour has addreffit me,
Tranflate the Tale of our Progenitours,
Thair greit Manheid, Wiſdom and hie Honours,
Quhair we may cleir, as in a Mirrour, ſee
The furious End fomtymes of Tyranie;
Somtymes the Gloir of prudent Governours,
Ilk State appryfit in thair Facultie.
III.
My weary Spreit defiring to repreſs
My emptive Pen of fruteleſs Biffineſs,
Awalkit forth to tak the recent Air,
When Priapus with ftormy Weid oppreſs,
Requeiftit me, in his maift Tenderneſs,
To reft a while amids his Gardens bare.
But I no maner coud my Mynd prepare
To ſet aſyde unpleſant Havyneſs
On this and that contempling Solitare.
IV. AND
Priapus, who prefides over Gardens.
Vertue and Vyce.
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IV.
AND firſt occurrt to my remembering,
How that I was in Service with the King,
Put to his Grace in Zeirs tendereft,
Clerk of his Compts, althocht I was inding,
With Heart and Hand, and evry uther thing,
That micht him pleiſe in ony manner beſt,
While Envy grit me from his Service keft,
By them that had the Court in governing,
As Bird bot Plumes is herryt of her Neft.
V.
OUR Lyfe, our Gyding, and our Aventuris,
Dependance have on thir celeft Creaturis,
Apperandly by fome Neceffitie;
For thocht a Man wald fet his biffy curis,
Sae far as Labour and his Wiſdom furis,
To flie hard Chance of Infortunitie,
Tho he efchew it with Difficultie,
The curfid Weird yet ithandly enduris,
Gien to him firft in his Nativitie.
D
VI. OF
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Vertue and Vyce.
VI.
OF eardlie State bewailing thus the Chance
Of Fortune gude I had nae Eſperance,
Sae lang I had fwomt in hir Seis ſae deip,
That fad Avyfing with her thochtfull Lance
Coud find nae Port to anker her Firmance,
Till Morpheus the dreiry God of Sleip,
For very Rewth did on my Cures weip,
And fet his Slewth and deidly Countenance,
With fnorand Vains to throw my Body creip.
VII.
METHOCHT I was into a plefand Meid,
Quhair Flora made the tender Bluims to ſpreid
Throw kindly Dew, and Humours nutrative,
Quhen golden Titan with his Flamis fae reid,
Aboif the Seis upraift his glorious Heid,
Defounding down his Heit reſtorative
To evry Fruit that Nature maid to live,
Whilk was afore into the Winter deid,
With Stormis cauld, and Har-froſt penetrive.
VIII. A
Vertue and Vyce.
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VIII.
A Silver Fountain ſprang with Watir cleir
Into that Place, quhair I approchit neir;
Quhair I did fone eſpy a fellon Reird
Of courtly Gallants in thair gayeft Weir,
Rejoycing them in Seaſon of the Zeir,
As it had bene of Mayis fweit Day the Feird,
Their gudelie Havings made me nocht affeird;
With them I ſaw a crownit King appeir,
With tender Downs arrifing on his Beird.
IX.
THIR Courtly Gallants fettand thair Intents
To fing and play on divers Inftruments;
According to this PRINCIS Appetyte,
Twa Ladyis fair came pranſand owre the Bents,
Thair coftly Cleathing ſhawd their mighty Rents;
Quhat Heart micht wiſh, they wanted not a Myte,
The Rubies fhone upon thair Fingers quhyt:
And finaly I knew by thair Conſents
This VERTUE was, that uther hecht Delyte.
X. THIR
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Vertue and Vyce.
X.
THIR Goddeffes arrayt in this fine Ways,
As Reverence and Honour lift devyſe,
i
Afore this PRINCE fell down upon thair Kneis,
Syne dreft themfells into thair beſt Avyſe,
Sae far as Wiſdom in thair Powir lyes,
To do the Thing that micht him beſt appleiſe,
Quhair he rejoyced in his heavenly Gleis,
And him defyret that for his Emperyſs,
Ane of them twa unto his Lady cheis.
XI.
AND firſt Delyte unto the PRINCE faid thus,
Maiſt valiant Knycht, in Actions amorous,
And luftyeft that evir Nature wrocht,
Quha in the Flour of Zouth mellyfluous,
With Notes ſweit, and fang mellodious,
Awalketh heir amang the Flowirs ſoft,
Thou has nae Game, but in thy mirry Thocht,
My heavenly Bliſs is ſo delicious,
All Wealth in Eard bot it availeth nocht.
XII. THO
Vertue and Vyce.
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XII.
THO thou had France, and all beyont the Po,
Spain, Ingland, Pole, with uther Kingdoms moe,
And reign oure them in State moft glorious,
Thy puffiant Empyre is not worth a Stro,
Gif it unto thy Pleifurs is a Foe,
Or pains thy Mind with Cares are dolourus;
Ther is nathing may be fae odious
To Man, as leif in Mifery and Woe,
Defrauding God of Nature Genius.
XIII.
DRESS thee thair for with all thy biffy Cure,
That thou in Joy and Pleiſure may endure;
Be Sicht of thir four Bodyis elementar,
Twa groſs and heavy, twa are licht and pure,
Thir Elements be working of Nature,
In uther change; and tho they be richt far
Frae uther twind, with Qualitys contrair,
Of them are made all Creatures Eard eir bure,
And finaly in them refolvit ar.
XIV. THE
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Vertue and Vyce.
XIV.
THE Fyre in Air, the Air in Watter cleir,
In Eard the Watter turns withouten Weir,
The Eard in Watter it turns ower again;
Sae furth in Order nochts conſumed heir,
And Man new born begins sone to appeir
Ane uther Figure than afore was tane,
Quhen he is deid, the Matter does remain,
Tho it refolve into ſum new Manner,
Naething is new, nocht but the Form is gane.
XV.
THUS naething is in Eard but fugitive,
Paſſand and command ſpreiding fucceffive;
And as a Beift, fo is a Man conſave
Of Seid infufd in Members genitive,
And furth his Tyme in Plefoure does out dryve
As Chance him leids, till he be laid in Grave:
Thairfor thy Hevin and Plefour now reſave,
Quhile thou art heir into this preſent Lyve,
For after Death thou fall no Plefour haif.
XVI. THE
Vertue and Vyce.
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XVI.
THE Rofe, the Lilly, and the Violet,
Unpult, fone wither, and with winds owreſet,
Wallout falls down bot ony Fruit, I wiſs,
Thairfore I fay, Sen that naething may let,
But thy bricht Hew maun be with Zeirs all fret,
(For every Thing but for a Seaſon is)
Thou may not haif a mair excellent Bliſs
Than ly all Nicht into my Arms plet,
To hals and brais with mony a lufty Kifs.
XVII.
AND haif my tender Body by thy Syde,
So proper fet, quhilk Nature has provyde
With every Plefour, that thou mayft divyne,
Ay quhile my tender Zeirs be overflyde;
Then gif thou pleis that I thy Brydel gyde,
Thou maun allways from agit men declyne,
Syne dreſs thy Hairt, thy Courage and Ingyne,
To fuffer nane fall in thy Houſe abyde,
But gif thay will unto thy Luft inclyne.
XVIII. GIF
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Vertue and Vyce.
XVIII.
GIF thou defyres into the Seis to fleit
Of hevinly Blifs, than me thy Lady treit;
For it is faid by Clerks of fair Renown,
Thair is nae Pleaſour in this Eard ſo grit,
As quhen a Luver dois his Lady meit,
To raiſe his Lyf frae mony a deidlie Soun,
As hieſt pleſour but Compariſoun.
I fall the geif in thy Zeirs zoung and fweit,
A lufty Halk with mony Plumes full broun.
XIX.
QUHILK fall be found fae joyous and Pleſant,
Gif thou into her mirry Flichts fall hant,
Of evry Bliſs that may in Eard appeir,
As Hairt will think thou fall nae Plenty want,
Quhile Zeirs ſwift with Quheils properant,
Conſume thy Strenth, and all thy Bewtie cleir.
And quhen Delyt had faid on this Maner,
As Rage of Zowtheid thocht maiſt relivant;
Then Vertew ſpake, as after ye fall heir.
t
XX. My
Vertue and Vyce.
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XX.
My Lands full braid with mony a plenteous Shyre,
Sall give thy Hieneſs, (gif thou liſt diſyre)
Triumphant Glore, hie Honour, Fame divyne,
With fic Puiffance, that them nae furious Yre,
Nor weirand Age, nor Flames of birnand Fyre,
Nor bitter Death may bring unto Rewyne,
But thou maun firſt enſuffer meikle Pyne,
Abune thy felf, that thou may haif Empyre,
Then fall thy Fame and Honour haif no Fyne.
XXI.
AMANG my Faes my Realms fet ar all,
Quhilk haif with me a Weir continual,
And ever ftill dois on my Border ly:
And tho' thay may nae Ways me overthrawl,
Thay ly in wait, gif ony Chance may fall,
Of me fumtyme to get the Victory.
Thus is my Lyfe an ithand Chevalry,
And Labour halds me ſtrong as ony Wall,
And nathing breks me but vyl Slugardy.
XXII. NAE
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Vertue and Vyce.
XXII.
NAE Fortune may againſt me ocht avail,
Tho ſcho with cloudy ftorms me aft aſſail.
I brek the Streim of fharp adverfity,
In Wedder lown, and maiſt tempeſtous Hail,
Bot any Dreid I beir an equal Sail:
My Ships fae ſtrong, that I may never die,
Wit, Reaſon, Manheid governs me fae hie,
Nae influence of Starns can eir prevail
To rigne owre me with Infortunitie.
XXIII.
THE Rage of Zouth can never dantit be,
Bot grit Diſtreſs and ſharp Adverſity,
As be this Reaſon is experience;
The fyneft Gold or Silver that we ſe,
May not be wrocht to our Utility,
Without kein Flames and bitter Violence;
The mair Diſtreſs, the mair Intelligence.
Quha eir fails lang in hie Proſperity,
Ar fune owreſet, gainſt ſtorms have nae Defence.
XXIV. THIS
Vertue and Vyce.
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XXIV.
THIS fragill Lyfe, as Moment induring,
Bot doubt fall thee and all the Warld bring
To ficker Blifs, or then eternal Wae.
Gif thou by honeſt Labour dois a Thing,
Thy Labour vanieſis but tarrying;
Howbeit thy honeſt Warks they do not fae.
Gif thou does ocht of Luſt be Nicht or Day,
The ſhameful Deid, without diffevering,
Continues ftill when Plefour is away.
XXV.
As Carvell ticht, faft tending throw the Sie,
Leives nae imprent amang the Wallis hie.
As ſwifteſt Birds with mony a biffy Plume
Perfis the Air, and wates not quhair thay flie,
Sicklyks our Lyfe without Activitie;
It giffes na Fruit, howbeit a Shadow blume.
Quha dois thair Lyfe in Ydleneſs conſume,
Bot Vertews Deids, thair Fame and Memorie
Sall vaniſe foner than the reiky Fume.
XXVI. As
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Vertue and Vyce.
XXVI.
As Watter purges and maks Bodys fair,
As Fyre aſcends be Nature in the Air,
And purefies with Heit thats vehement:
As Flowir does fmell, as Fruit is nurifare:
As precious Balmes reverts the Things ar fair,
And maks them of the Rot impatient.
As Spyce maiſt ſweit, and Roſe maiſt redolent;
As ftern of Day by Motion circulair,
Chaiſes the Nicht with Beims refplendent.
XXVII.
SICKLYKE my Warks they perfyt every Wicht,
In fervent Luve of maift excellent Licht,
And maks a Man into this Eard bot Peir,
And does the Saul frae all Disorder dicht,
With Odour dulce, and maks it ftill mair bricht
Than Diane full, or zet Apollo cleir,
Syn raiſes it into the hieft Sphere,
Immortally to ſhine in Gods awin Sicht,
His chofen Creature, and as Spous maift deir.
XXVIII. THIS
Vertue and Vyce.
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XXVIII.
THIS uther Wretch that clipit is Delyte,
Involves Mankynd be ſenſual Appityte,
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In every Kind of Vyce and Miferie,
Because nae Wit nor Reaſon is perfyte
Quhair fhe is Gyde, but Skaith thats infinyt;'
With Dolour, Shame, and urgent Povertie;
For fcho ſprang frae the licht Froth of the Se.
Quhilk fignifies hir Plefour venomit,
Is minglit ay with fhairp Adverſitie.
XXIX.
DUKE Hannibal, as mony Authors wrait,
Throw Spenzie came be mony a Paſſage ſtrait;
To Italy in Furor bellical,
Brak down hie Walls, and hieſt Mountains flait,
And to his Army made an open Gait,
And Victories had on the Romans all.
At Capua by Plefour fenfual,
The Duke was made fae ſaft and delicate,
That by his Faes he was fone overthrawll.
XXX. OF
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Vertue and Vyce.
XXX.
OF ferfs Achill the weirly Deids ſprang,
In Troy and Greice, quhyle he in VERTUE rang,
How Luft him flew it is but Rewth to heir:
Siclyk the Trojans with thair Knichts ſtrang,
The valiant Greiks furth frae thair Ruins dang,
Victoriouſly exercit mony a Zeir;
That Nicht they went to thair Luft and Plefour,
The fatal Horfs did throw thair Walls fang,
Quhais pregnant Sydes wer full of Men of Weir.
XXXI.
SARDANAPALL, that Prince efeminat,
Frae Deids of Knichts bafely degenerat,
Twynand the Threid of whyt or purpour Lint,
With Fingers faft amang the Ladyis fat,
And with his Luft couth not be fatiate,
Till frae his Faes came laft the bitter Dint.
Quhat nobil Men and Ladyis haif bene tint,
Quhen they with Luft have bene intoxicat,
To ſchaw at lenth my Tung wald nevir ſtint.
XXXII. BUT
Vertue and Vyce.
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XXXII.
BUT brave Camil the valiant Chevalier,
(When he the Gauls had dantint be his Weir)
Of Heritage wald haif nae Recompence;
For gif his Bairns, his Kin and Friends maiſt deir
Were verteous, they could not fail ilk Zeir
To haif enough, be Roman Providence.
Gif they wer given to Vyce and Infolence,
It was not neidfull he fould conqueifs Geir,
To be the Caufe of thair Incontinence.
XXXIII.
SUM nobil Men, as Poets lift declair,
Were Deifeit, fum made Gods of the Air,
Sum of the Heaven, as Eolus, Vulcan,
Apollo, Saturn, Hermes, Jupiter,
Mars, Hercules, and uther Men preclair,
That Fame imortall in this Warld wan:
Quhy wer thir People called Gods than?
Becauſe they had a VERTUE fingulair,
Excellent hie abune the Ingyne of Man.
XXXIV. AND
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Vertue and Vyce.
XXXIV.
AND uthers are in Reik fulphurious,
As Ixion, and weiry Syfyphus,
Eumenides, the Furys odibil,
The proud Gyants, and thrifty Tantalus,
With ugly Drink, and Fude maiſt vennomus,
Quhair Flames bauld, and Mirkneſs ar ſenſibil:
Quhy ar thir Folk in Pains fae terribil?
Becauſe they were but Shrews maift vicious.
Into thair Lyfe, with Deids maiſt horribil.
XXXV.
AND tho nae Fruit wer after confequent
Of mortall Lyfe, but for this Warld preſent
Ilk Man to haif allenerlie Refpect;
Zet VERTUE fould frae Vice be different,
As quick frae deid, as rich frae indigent;
That ane to hieſt Honour does direct,
This uther Saul and Body does neglect.
That ane of Reaſon maift intelligent,
This uther of Beiſts following the Effect.
XXXVI. FOR
Vertue and Vyce.
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XXXVI.
FOR he that nold againſt his vyl Lufts ſtryve,
But lives as Beifts of Knawlege ſenſityve,
Grows faft to Eild, and Death him fone owrehails:
Thairfor the Mule is of a langer Lyfe
Than the ſtaind Horſe; alſo the barrand Wyfe
Zouthfull appeirs, when that the Brudie fails:
We alſo ſe when Nature nocht prevails,
The Pain and Dolour ar fae pungityve,
Nae Medycyne the Patient then avails.
XXXVII.
SEN our Intents baith we haif ſhawn thee thus,
Cheis of us twae the maift delicious,
Or to fuftene a fharp Adverfitie,
Danting the Rage of Zouth-heid furious,
And ſyn poffes Triumphs innumerous,
With hie Empyre, and lang Felicitie;
Or haif ane Moment Senſualitie
Of fuliſh Zouth, in Lyf voluptous,
And all thy Days full of fad Miſerie.
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XXXVIII. PHE-
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Vertue and Vyce.
XXXVIII.
PHEBUS be this his fyrie Cart did wry,
Frae South to Weft declynand biffyly
To dip his Steids into the Weſtlin Main;
When ryfing Damps owrefaild his Viſage dry
With Vapours thick, and cluddet all the Sky,
And Notus brym, the Wind meridian,
With Wings donk, and Fedders full of Rain,
Awakent me, that I could not eſpy
Quhilk of the twa was for his Lady tane.
XXXIX.
BUT fone I knew they were the Goddeffes.
That came in Sleip to valiant Hercules,
When he was zung, and free of every Lore,
To Luft or Honour, Purtith or Riches,
Quhair he contempnit Luft and Idleneſs,
That he in VERTUE micht his Lyfe decore;
Then Warks he did of maift excellent Glore;
The mair increfst his painfull Biffinefs,
His hie Triumphs and Loving was the more.
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​A Bytand BALLAT on warlo Wives
That
gar thair Men live pinging Lives.
I.
E merry, Brethrene, ane and all,
BE
And fet all Sturt afide;
And every ane togither call
To God to be our Gyd;
For as lang lives the mirry Man,
As dois the Wretch for ocht he can,
When Deid him ftrakes, he wats na whan,
And charges him to byde.
II.
THE Rich then fall not ſpared be,
Thocht they haif Gold and Land,
Nor zit the Fair, for their Bewty,
Cannot that Charge gainſtand.
Tho
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A bytand Ballat, &c.
Tho Wicht or Weak wald flee away,
Nae Doubt but all maun Ranſom pay,
Quhat Place or quhare can nae Man say,
Be Se or zit be Land.
III.
THE mirryeft Man that leives on Lyfe,
He fails upon the Se;
For he knaws neither Sturt nor Stryfe,
But blyth and glad is he:
But he that has an evil Wyfe,
Has Sour and Sorrow all his Lyfe,
And that Man quilk leives ay in Stryf,
How can he mirry be?
IV.
ANE evil Wyfe is the warft aught
That ony Man can haif;
For he may nevir fit in Saught,
Unleſs he be her Slaif:
But
A bytand Ballat, &c.
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But of that Sort I knaw nane uther,
Except a Cuckald or his Bruther;
Sunt Lairds and Cuckalds altogither,
May wifs their Wyves in Graif.
V.
BECAUSE thair Wyves haif Maiftery,
That they dar naeways cheip,
But gif it be in Privity,
Quhen they are faſt aſleip;
Ane mirry in thair Company,
To them is worth baith Gold and Fie:
A Menſtrell neir coud dairthful be,
Thair Mirth if he coud beit.
VI.
BUT of that Sort whilk I report,
I knaw nane in this Ring:
But we may all baith grit and fmall,
Glaidly baith dance and fing,
Quha
Sunt Lairds. Here is spelled with an S, as it ought, and not with a
C, as many of the Engliſh do.
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A bytand Ballat, &c.
Quha lifts not here to make gude Cheir,
Perchance his Guids an uthir Yeir
Be ſpent, quhen he is brought to Beir,
Quhen his Wyfe taks the Fling.
VII.
IT has been fene, that wyfe Women,
After their Husband's Deid,
Has gotten Men has gart them ken,
If they could bear a Laid.
With a grene Sting, hes gart them bring
The Geir that won was by a Dring;
And fyne gart all the Bairnies fing,
Ramukloch in their Bed.
VIII.
THEN wad fcho fay, Alake this Day,
For him that wan this Geir,
Quhen I him had, I ſkairſly ſaid,
My Heart anes mak gude Cheir.
Or I had letten him ſpend a Plak,
I lure haif witten him brake his Bak,
Or els his Craig had gotten a Crak,
Ower the Hicht of the Stair.
IX. ZE
A bytand Ballat, &c.
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IX.
ZE Niggarts then Example tak,
And leir to ſpend your awn,
And with gude Freynds ay mirry mak,
That it may well be knawn,
That thou art he quha wan this Geir;
And for thy Wyfe ſe thou nocht ſpair,
With blyth Freynds ay to make Repair,
Sae fall thy Worth be ſhawn.
X.
FINIS quod I, quha sets not by
The ill Wyves of this Toun,
Tho for Difpyte with me wald flyte,
Gif thay micht put me doun.
Gif they wald ken quha maid this Sang,
Quhidder they will him heid or hang,
Flemyings his Name quhair eir he gang,
In Country and in Toun.
Quod FLEMYNG.
Sets not by, Does not Value. Put doun, Murder.
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ROBIN
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ROBIN and MAKYNE,
A PASTORAL.
I.
ROBIN fat on the gude grene Hill,
Keipand a Flock of Fie,
Quhen mirry Makyne ſaid him till,
O Robin rew on me.
I haif thee luivt baith loud and ſtill,
Thir Towmonds twa or thre;
My Dule in dern but gif thou dill,
Doubtless bot Dreid I die.
II.
ROBIN replied, Now by the Rude,
Naithing of Luve I knaw,
But keip my Sheip undir yon Wod,
Lo quhair they raik on Raw.
Dule in dern, Sorrow in fecret. Dill, ftill, calm, or mitigate.
Raik on Raw, go apace in a Row.
Quhat
Robin and Makyne.
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Quhat can have mart thee in thy Mude,
Thou Makyne to me ſchaw?
Or quhat is Luve, or to be lude?
Fain wald I leir that Law.
III.
THE Law of Luve gin thou wald leir,
Tak thair an A, B, C ;
Be keynd, courtas, and fair of Feir,
Wyfe, hardy, kind and frie,
Sae that nae Danger do the deir,
What dule in dern thou drie;
Preſs ay to pleis, and blyth appeir,
Be patient, and privie.
IV.
ROBIN he anſwert her again,
I wat not quhat is Luve,
But I haif Marvell uncertain
Quhat maks thee thus wanrufe.
The
Fair of Feir, of a fair and healthful Look.
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Robin and Makyne.
The Wedderis fair, and I am fain;
My Sheip gaes hail abuve,
Gif we fould play us on the Plain,
They wald us baith repruve.
V.
ROBIN tak tent unto my Tale,
And do all as I reid;
And thou fall haif my Heart all hale,
Eik and my Maidenheid :
Sen GOD he fends Bute for Bale,
And for Murning Remeid.
I dern with thee, but give I dale,
Doubtless I am but deid.
VI.
MAKYNE the Morn be this ilk Tyde,
Gif ye will meit me heir,
May be my Sheip may gang besyde,
Quhyle we have liggd full neir;
But
Wedderis, Weather's. It is to be noticed, that our Elders never
apoftrophifed, yet by this one may judge that in every like Cafe they
pronounced, as if fuch Vowels were cut off with an Apoftrophe:
Without allowing this, many of their Lines will not be Numbers.
Robin and Makyne.
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But maugre haif I, gif I byde,
Frae thay begin to fteir,
Quhat lyes on Heart I will nocht hyd,
Then Makyn mak gude Cheir.
VII.
ROBIN thou reivs me of my Reft;
I luve but thee alane.
Makyne, adieu, the Sun goes Weft,
The Day is neir-hand gane.
Robin in Dule I am fo dreft,
That Luve will be my Bane.
Makyne gae luve quhair eir ye
For Lemans I luid nane.
lift;
VIII.
ROBIN I ſtand in fic a Style,
I fich, and that full fair.
Makyne I have been heir this quyle,
At hame I wiſh I were.
Robin, my Hinny, talk and fmyle,
Gif thou will do nae mair.
Makyne sum uther Man beguyle;
For hameward I will fare.
IX. SYNE
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Robin and Makyne.
IX.
SYNE Robin on his Ways he went,
As light as Leif on Tree:
But Makyne murnt and made Lament,
Scho trow'd him neir to fee.
Robin he brayd attowre the Bent.
Then Makyne cryd on hie,
Now may thou fing, for I am fhent!
Quhat can ail Luve at me?
X.
MAKYNE went hame withouten fail,
And weirylie could weip;
Then Robin in a full fair Dale
Affemblit all his Sheip,
Be that fomepart of Makyns Ail,
Outthrow his Heart coud creip,
Hir faft he followt to affail,
And till her tuke gude keip.
XI. ABYD
Brayd attowre the Bent, hafted over the Field. Tuke gude Keip,
kept a cloſe Eye upon her.
Robin and Makyne.
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XI.
ABYD, abyd, thou fair Makyne,
A Word for ony Thing;
For all my Luve it fall be thyne,
Withoutten departing,
All hale thy Heart for till have myne,
Is all my coveting;
My Sheip quhyle Morn till the Hours Nyne,
Will miſter nae keiping.
XII.
ROBIN, thou has heard ſung and ſay,
In Jefts and Storys auld,
The Man that will not when he may,
Sall have nocht when he wald.
I pray to Heaven baith Nicht and Day,
Be eikd their Cares fae cauld,
That preffes firft with thee to play,
Be Forreſt, Firth or Fauld.
XIII.
MAKYNE, the Nicht is ſoft and dry,
The Wether warm and fair,
And the grene Wod richt neir hand by
To walk attowre all where:
There
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Robin and Makyne.
There may nae Janglers us eſpy,
That is to Luve contrair,
Therin, Makyne, baith you and I,
Unſeen may mak Repair.
XIV.
ROBIN, that Warld is now away,
And quyt brocht till an End,
And neir again thereto perfay,
Sall it be as thou wend;
For of my Pain thou made but Play,
I Words in vain did ſpend;
As thou has done fae fall I ſay,
Murn on, I think to mend.
XV.
MAKYNE, the Hope of all my Heal,
My Heart on thee is fet;
I'll evermair to thee be leil,
Quhile I may live but lett,
Never to fail as uthers feil,
Quhat Grace fo eir I get.
Robin, with thee I will not deal;
Adieu, for this we met.
XVI. MA-
Robin and Makyne.
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XVI.
MAKYNE went hameward blyth enough,
Outowre the Holtis Hair.
Pure Robin murnd and Makyne leugh;
Scho fang, and he fichd fair:
Scho left him in baith Wae and Wreuch,
In Dolor and in Care,
Keipand his Herd under a Heuch,
Amang the raſhy Gair.
Finis quod Mr. ROB. HENRYSON.
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Advice
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Advice to Man to enjoy his ain.
I.
MAN, fen thy Lyfe is ay in Weir,
And Deid is ever drawing neir,
The Tyme unfiker and the Place,
Thyne ain Gude ſpend quhile thou has Space.
II.
GIF it be thyne, thy ſelf it uſes,
Gif it be not, thee it refuſes,
Another of thee Profit has,
Then ſpend thy ain quhile thou has Space.
III.
THOU may to Day have Gude to ſpend,
In haift to Morn may from it wend,
And leive an uther thy Baggs to brace,
Then ſpend thy ain quhile thou has Space.
IV. QUHILE
Advice to Man to enjoy his ain.
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IV.
QUHILE thou has Space, ſe thou diſpone
That for thy Geir: quhen thou art gone,
Nae Wicht ane other flay or chace,
Enjoyt thy felf quhile thou has Space.
V.
SUM all his Days dryves owre in vain,
Ay gatherand Geir with Greif and Pain,
Is nevir glade at Zule nor Pais;
Thyne ain Gude ſpend quhile thou has Space.
VI.
SYNE cums ane blythſome of his Sorrow,
That for him prayd nor Even nor Morrow,
And fangs it all with Merryneſs;
Then ſpend thy ain quhile thou has Space.
VII.
SUM gathers Gude, and ay it ſpares,
And after him cum braw young Airs,
That his auld Thrift ſets on an Ace,
And ſendſt a Sheiring in ſhort Space.
VIII. ITS
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Advice to Man to enjoy his ain.
VIII.
Its juſt all thyne that here thou ſpends,
And not all that on thee depends,
But his to ſpend it that has Grace;
Then ſpend thyn ain quhyle thou has Space.
IX.
TRUST not annother will do ye to,
It that thy felf wald nevir do;
For gif thou dois, ftrange is thy Cace;
Thine ain Gude ſpend quhyle thou has Space.
X.
LUKE how the Bairn dois to the Mother,
And tak Example be nane uther,
That it not after be thy Cafe;
Sae ſpend thy ain quhyle thou has Space.
Quod DUMBAR.
On
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On a bonny Veffel called THE FLEMING
BARK, belonging to Edinburgh.
I
I.
HAVE a little FLEMING Berge
Of cleanly Wark, and ſcho is wicht;
Quhat Pylot taks my Schip in Charge,
Maun hald her cleanly, trim and ticht:
Hir Hatches maun be handlit richt,
With Steir Burd, Baburd, Luf and Lie;
Scho will fail all the Winter Nicht,
And nevir tak a Tellzevie.
II.
WITH ane even Keil afore the Wind,
Scho is richt fairdy with a Sail;
But at a Lufe fcho lyis behind,
Gar heis her quhile her Howbands ſkail;
Draw
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The Fleming Bark.
Draw weil the tackle to her Tail,
Scho will not miſs to lay zour Maſt,
To pump as aft as ze may ſail,
Ze will neir hald her Watter-faft.
III.
To colf hir aft, can do no ill,
And talloun quhair the Flude-mark flows;
But gif fcho lekks, get Men of Skill
To ftap the Holes laigh in the Hows:
For faut of Hemp, tak hairy Tows,
And Stane-balaft withouten other,
In moonleſs Nichts it is nae Mows,
Except a ftout Man ſteir the Ruther.
IV.
A Veffell fair abune the Watter,
And is but laitly reikit too,
Quhairto till deave ze with hir Blatter
Are nane fic in the Flot as fcho:
Plum weil the Grund, quhat eir ze do,
Hail on the Fore-fheit and the Blind;
Scho will tak in at Cap and Ko,
Without fcho balaft be behind.
V. NAE
The Fleming Bark.
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V.
NAE Pedders Pak fcho will refuſe,
Altho hir Travel fcho fhoud tine,
Nae Cuckold Carle or Carlings Pet,
That dois their Corn and Catle trayn;
And quhere scho finds a Fallow fyne,
He will be fraught free for a Sowſe,
She carries nocht but Men and Wyne,
And Bulion to the Cunzie-Houfe.
VI.
FOR Merchand Men I may haif Money,
But nane fic as I wald defyre,
And I am laith to mell with ony,
To leif my Matter in the Myre;
That man that wirks beft for his Hyre
Its he fall be my Marriner,
But Nicht and Day he maunna tyre
That fails my bonny Ballenger.
VII.
QUHEN Anker-hald nane can be fund,
I pray you caft the Leid-lyne out;
And gif ye cannot get the Ground,
Steir be the Compaſs, keep her Rout;
Syne
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The Fleming Bark.
Syne travers ſtill, and lay about,
And gar her top twiche Wind and Waw,
When Anker dryves, there is nae Dout
Thir tripand Tydes may tyne us a.
VIII.
Now is my pretty Pinnage ready,
Abydand on fum Merchand Block,
But be ſcho empty, be our Lady,
Scho will be kitle of her Dok;
Scho will refuſe nae Landwart Jok,
Tho he fhoud fraught her for a Crown:
Thus fair ze weil, fays gude John Cok,
A nobil Sailor in this Toun.
Quod SEMPLE.
The
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KOKIEEEEEEEEEDED
The Defens of Griffell Sandylands
For uſing of hir felf contrair the Ten Commands,
Being in Ward for playing of the Loun
With every ane lift gife hir half a Croun.
I.
PERNITIOUS People, partial in Deſpyte,
Suſannas Juges, Sawers of Sedition,
Zour cankert Council is the Cauſe and Wyte,
Bowſtert with Pryde, and blinded with Ambition,
Finding nae Cryme, nor haifing a Comiffion
To hurt Dame Venus Virgins as ze do;
Gif ze fae rafhly rin upon Sufpition,
Ze may put others on the Pannell too.
II.
To Sandylands ze war ower-fair to ſchame hir,
Sen ze with Council quietly might command hir;
Grit Fulis ze war with Fallows to defame hir,
Haifing nae Cauſe, but common Fame and Sklan
der,
Quhen
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Quhen finding no Man in the Houſe neir hand hir,
Exept a *Clerk of godly Converſation,
Quhat gif befyde John Duries felf ye fand hir,
Dar ze fufpect the haly Congregation.
III.
ZOUR fleſhly Confciens gars zou tak this Feir,
Believe ze Virgins will be won ſae fune,
Na, God forbid, but Men may bourd as neir,
And Women be nae war, quhen that is done,
Had fcho bene * * * *
That war a perelous Play, ane micht ſuſpect them,
But Lads and Laffes will meit after None,
When Dick and Durie baith dow not correct them.
IV.
SEN Drunkards, Gluttons and contentious Men,
Scheders of Blude, and Subjects given to Greid,
May not poffefs, or Heavens high Hall get ben,
As in the Byble daylie we may reid:
Let
* The Minifter, Beaton.
Had fcho bene * *** In fuch Places as are fo fullied or torn in our
old Copies, that they cannot be read, we chufe rather to leave a Blank
than fill them up, tho' they might be fupplied with ſmall Difficulty.
The Defens of Griffell Sandylands. 73
Let thir be weyd alyke, till every Leid,
Syne Fornication placit amang the laif,
Exempt zour felves throu all the Toun in Deid,
Then luke how mony zou unmarkid haif.
V.
GIF ye belife not Betoun be his Word,
In hir Defens, it cannot be refufit;
Let him that follows fecht it with the fword,
Ane auntient Law quhen Ladyis are accuſit.
Are Minifters fic Men to be abufit,
That knaw the Scripture and the Ten Commands?
Tho he and ſcho wer in a Houſe inclufit,
That ſays not he fell foul on Sandylands.
VI.
As for the reſt, I knaw not thair Vocation,
Thair Lyfe and Manners; but I heir Folk name
Catholick Virgins of the Congregation,
[them
Syne were to tyne them, if ze wald obtein them:
Quhat can ze ſay, exept that ze haid ſein them
With rem in re all nakit, bot Adherance;
Then tak a Bow-ftring,draw it down betwein them,
And gif it ſticks, that has an ill Appeirance.
VII. ZE
74 The Defens of Griffell Sandylands.
VII.
ZE cative Clerks, that Colege ze frequentit
Quhen ze were Wanflers of the wanton Band,
Now ze are laimt frae Labour, I lamment it,
Zour Piſtols tuimt, and Backſprent like a Wand,
Snap Wark, Adieu frae * * *
And warſe than that, ze want zour pryming Powder;
Then confciens cums with crukit Staff in Hand,
Greitand for bygane bowing Back and Shouder.
VIII.
REMEMBER firſt zour former Quality,
And wrak nae Virgins with zour wilfull Weir;
But gif ze do, then our Regality
Has Power plainly then to replege them heir,
Micht they win to the Girth, I tak nae Feir,
Doun by the Canno-Croce I pray zou ſend them,
Where *Bannatyn has promift to compeir,
With lawfull Reaſon ready to defend them.
* Mr. Patrick.
IX. ANE
The Defens of Griſſell Sandylands. 75
IX.
ANE Cauſe there is, thay cannot be convick,
Ze had nae Power after the Sun was fet.
The Provoſt gave nae Charge to Gilbert Dick;
The ſpecial Thing that ſould not bein forzet,
They were not Thieves, nor yet condemt in Dett,
Nor Red-hand tane, then was nae Cauſe ze knaw,
* But ze let Rukes and Gleds rin throu the Nett,
And faikleſs Daws make fubject to the Law.
X.
ZOUR partial Juge we may declyne him to,
But fet me doun the Parfon Pennycuik,
Or Sanders Guthrie fee quhat he can do:
He kens the Law, and keeps zour ain Court-
Buke:
For Men of Law, I wait not quhere to luke:
James Banantyne was anes a Man of Skill;
And gif he comes not there, I wiſh we tuke,
To keip our Dyet, Mes David Makgill.
XI. QUHAT
*
Little Villains muſt ſubmit to Fate,
That great Ones may enjoy the World in State.
76 The Defens of Griffell Sandylands.
XI.
QUHAT Kimmer cafts the formeft Stane, lets ſe,
At thae poor Queans, ze wrangfully ſuſpeck
For ſklenting Bouts; now better war let be,
Than to begin and get zour ſelves a Geck,
The greateſt Falt I find in this Effect;
They baith tuke Pay, and put themſelves in Schame;
But quhen the Court cums to the Town, quhat
We fall reſtore them to their Stock again.
XII.
[Reck,
In zour Tolbuith fic Priſoners to plant,
Will be receivd richt weil, ye may confider,
Gude Captane Adam will not let them want
Bedding, howbeid they fould lig all togidder.
As for his Wife, I wald ye fould forbid her,
Hir Eyndling Toits, I true ther be nae Danger,
Becauſe his Back is larbour groun and lidder,
Bot Underſtanding now to treit a Stranger.
XIII.
THE greateſt Greif I find, ze haif defamed
Thir Luvers leil, and done their Friends but Lack,
Becauſe thair Bands were juſt to be proclaimd,
Partys had met, and made a fair Contrack:
But
The Defens of Griffell Sandylands. 77
But now alas the Men are loppen back;
For oppen Sklander callt a ſpeikand Deil,
In grit Affairs ze had not bein fae ſnack,
About the ruleing of the Common-weil.
XIV.
To puniſh Part is Partiality,
To puniſh all is hard to do indeid;
But fend them heir to our Regality,
And we fall fee gif we can ſerve their Neid;
This rural Ryme whaever likes to reid,
To Dick and Dury 'tis directed plain,
Quhere I offend them in my Landwart Leid,
I fall be ready to reform again.
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The Battle of Harlaw,
Foughten upon Friday, July 24, 1411,
against Donald of the Ifles.
I.
FRAE Dunideir as I cam throuch,
Doun by the Hill of Banochie,
Allangſt the Lands of Garioch;
Grit Pitie was to heir and ſe
The Noys and dulefum Hermonie,
That evir that dreiry Day did daw,
Cryand the Corynoch on hie,
Alas! alas! for the Harlaw.
II.
I marvlit quhat the Matter meint,
All Folks war in a fiery fairy:
I wift nocht quha was Fae or Freind;
Zit quietly I did me carrie.
But
Battle of Harlaw.
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But ſen the Days of auld King Hairy
Sic Slauchter was not hard nor fene,
And thair I had nae Tyme to tairy,
For Biffinefs in Aberdene.
III.
THUS as I walkit on the Way,
To Inverury as I went,
I met a Man and bad him ſtay,
Requeifting him to mak me quaint,
Of the Beginning and the Event,
That happenit thair at the Harlaw;
Then he entreited me tak tent,
And he the Truth fould to me fchaw.
IV.
Grit Donald of the Yles did claim,
Unto the Lands of Roſs ſum Richt,
And to the Governour he came,
Them for to haif gif that he micht:
Quha
Governor, Robert Duke of Albany, Uncle to King James I. The
Account of this famous Battle may be ſeen in our Scots Hiftories.
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Battle of Harlaw.
Quha faw his Intereſt was but flicht;
And thairfore anſwerit with Diſdain;
He haſtit hame baith Day and Nicht,
And fent nae Bodward back again.
V.
BUT Donald richt impatient
Of that Anſwer Duke Robert gaif,
He vowd to GOD Omnipotent,
All the hale Lands of Rofs to haif,
Or ells be graithed in his Graif.
He wald not quat his Richt for nocht.
Nor be abufit lyk a Slaif,
That Bargin fould be deirly bocht.
VI.
THEN haiſtylie he did command,
That all his Weir-Men fhould convene,
Ilk an well harnifit frae Hand,
To meit and heir quhat he did mein;
He waxit wrath and vowit Tein,
Sweirand he wald furpryfe the North,
Subdew the Burgh of Aberdene,
Mearns, Angus, and all Fyfe, to Forth.
VII. THUS
Battle of Harlaw.
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VII.
THUS with the Weir-men of the Yles,
Quha war ay at his bidding bown,
With Money maid, with Forfs and Wyls,
Richt far and neir baith up and doun:
Throw Mount and Muir, frae Town to Town,
Allangft the Land of Roſs he roars,
And all obey'd at his Bandown,
Evin frae the North to Suthren Shoars.
VIII.
THEN all the Countrie Men did zield;
For nae refiftans durft they mak,
Nor offer Battill in the Feild,
Be forfs of Arms to beir him bak;
Syne they refolvit all and ſpak,
That beſt it was for thair Behoif,
They fould him for thair Chiftain tak,
Believing weil he did them luve.
IX.
THEN he a Proclamation maid
All Men to meet at Inverness,
Throw Murray Land to mak a Raid,
Frae Arthurfyre unto Spey-ness.
G
And
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Battle of Harlaw.
And further mair, he fent Expreſs,
To ſchaw his Collours and Enſenzie,
To all and findry, mair and leſs,
Throchout the Boundis of Boyn and Enzie.
X.
AND then throw fair Strathbogie Land,
His Purpoſe was for to purfew,
And quhafoevir durft gainſtand,
That Race they ſhould full fairly rew.
Then he bad all his Men be trew,
And him defend by Forfs and Slicht,
And promiſt them Rewardis anew,
And mak them Men of mekle Micht.
XI.
WITHOUT Refiftans as he ſaid,
Throw all theſe Parts he ftoutly paſt,
Quhair fum war wae, and fum war glaid,
But Garioch was all agaft.
Throw all theſe Feilds he fped him faft,
For fic a Sicht was never fene;
And then, forſuith, he langd at laſt
To fe the Bruch of Aberdene.
XII. To
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XII.
To hinder this prowd Enterpriſe,
The ftout and michty Erle of MARR
With all his Men in Arms did ryſe,
Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar,
And down the fyde of Don richt far,
Angus and Mearns did all convene
To fecht, or DONALD came fae nar
The Ryall Bruch of Aberdene.
XIII.
AND thus the Martial Erle of MARR,
Marcht with his Men in richt Array,
Befoir the Enemie was aware,
His Banner bauldly did diſplay.
For weil enewch they kend the Way,
And all thair Semblance weil they ſaw,
Without all Dangir, or Delay,
Came haiftily to the HARLAW.
XIV. WITH
MARR, Alexander Earl of Mar, Son of Alexander the Governour's
Brother.
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Battle of Harlaw.
XIV.
WITH him the braif Lord OGILVY,
Of Angus Sherriff-principall,
The Conftabill of gude Dunde,
The Vanguard led before them all.
Suppofe in Number they war ſmall,
Thay firſt richt bauldlie did purſew,
And maid thair Faes befoir them fall,
Quha then that Race did fairly rew.
XV.
AND then the worthy Lord SALTON,
The ſtrong undoubted Laird of DRUM,
The ftalwart Laird of Lawriſtone,
With ilk thair Forces all and fum.
PANMUIR with all his Men did cum,
The Provoſt of braif Aberdene,
With Trumpets and with Tuick of Drum,
Came ſchortly in thair Armour ſchene.
XVI.
THESE with the Erle of MARR came on,
In the Reir-ward richt orderlie,
Thair Enemies to ſett upon;
In awfull Manner hardily,
Togither
Battle of Harlaw.
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Togither vowit to live and die,
Since they had marchit mony Mylis
For to ſuppreſs the Tyrannie
Of douted DONALD of the Yles.
XVII.
BUT he in Number Ten to Ane,
Richt fubtilie alang did ryde,
With Malcomtofſch and fell Maclean,
With all thair Power at thair Syde,
Prefumeand on thair Strenth and Pryde,
Without all Feir or ony Aw,
Richt bauldlie Battill did abyde,
Hard by the Town of fair HARLAW.
XVIII.
THE Armies met, the Trumpet founds,
The dandring Drums alloud did touk,
Baith Armies byding on the Bounds,
Till ane of them the Feild fould bruik.
Nae Help was thairfor, nane wald jouk,
Ferfs was the Fecht on ilka Syde,
And on the Ground lay mony a Bouk
Of them that thair did Battill byd.
XIX. WITH
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Battle of Harlaw.
XIX.
WITH doutſum Victorie they dealt,
The bludy Battill laſtit lang,
Each Man his Nibours Forfs thair felt;
The weakest aft-tymes gat the Wrang:
Thair was nae Mowis thair them amang,
Naithing was hard but heavy Knocks,
That Eccho maid a dulefull Sang,
Thairto refounding frae the Rocks.
XX.
BUT Donalds Men at laſt gaif back;
For they war all out of Array.
The Earl of MARRIS Men throw them brak,
Purſewing fhairply in thair Way,
Thair Enemys to tak or flay,
Be Dynt of Forfs to gar them yield,
Quha war richt blyth to win away,
And fae for Feirdneſs tint the Feild.
XXI.
THEN Donald fed, and that full faft,
To Mountains hich for all his Micht;
For he and his war all agaft,
And ran till they war out of Sicht;
And
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And fae of Roſs he loſt his Richt,
Thocht mony Men with him he brocht,
Towards the Yles fled Day and Nicht,
And all he wan was deirlie bocht.
XXII.
THIS is (quod he) the richt Report
Of all that I did heir and knaw,
Thocht my Diſcourſe be ſumthing ſchort,
Tak this to be a richt futhe Saw:
Contrairie GOD and the Kings Law,
Thair was ſpilt mekle Chriſtian Blude,
Into the Battill of Harlaw;
This is the Sum, fae I conclude.
XXIII.
BUT zit a bony Quhyle abyde,
And I fall mak thee cleirly ken
Quhat Slauchter was on ilkay Syde,
Of Lowland and of Highland Men,
Quha for thair awin haif evir bene:
Theſe lazie Lowns micht weil be ſpaird,
Cheffit lyke Deirs into thair Dens,
And gat thair Waiges for Rewaird.
XXIV. MAL-
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XXIV.
MALCOMTOSH of the Clan Heid Cheif,
Macklean with his grit hauchty Heid,
With all thair Succour and Releif,
War dulefully dung to the Deid:
And now we are freid of thair Feid,
They will not lang to cum again ;
Thouſands with them without Remeid,
On Donalds Syd that Day war ſlain.
XXV.
AND on the uther Syde war loſt,
Into the Feild that diſmal Day,
Chief Men of Worth (of mekle Coft)
To be lamentit fair for ay.
The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay,
A Man of Micht and mekle Main;
Grit Dolour was for his Decay,
That fae unhappylie was flain.
XXVI.
Of the beſt Men amang them was,
The gracious gude Lord OGILVY,
The Sheriff-principal of Angus;
Renownit for Truth and Equitie,
For
Battle of Harlaw.
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For Faith and Magnanimitie;
He had few Fallows in the Field,
Zit fell by fatall Deſtinie,
For he nae ways wad grant to zield.
XXVII.
SIR James Scrimgeor of Duddap, Knicht,
Grit Conftabill of fair Dunde,
Unto the dulefull Deith was dicht,
The Kingis cheif Banner-man was he,
A valziant Man of Chevalrie,
Quhais Predeceffors wan that Place
At Spey, with gude King WILLIAM frie,
Gainſt Murray and Macduncans Race.
XXVIII.
GUDE Sir Allexander Irving,
The much renownit Laird of Drum,
Nane in his Days was bettir fene,
Quhen they war ſemblit all and fum;
To praiſe him we fould not be dumm,
For Valour, Witt and Worthyneſs,
To end his Days he ther did cum,
Quhois Ranſom is remeidyleſs.
XXIX. AND
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XXIX.
AND thair the Knicht of Lawrifton
Was flain into his Armour ſchene,
And gude Sir Robert Davidſon,
Quha Proveſt was of Aberdene,
The Knicht of Panmure, as was fene,
A mortall Man in Armour bricht,
Sir Thomas Murray ftout and kene,
Left to the Warld thair laft gude Nicht.
XXX.
THAIR was not fen King Keneths Days
Sic ſtrange inteftine crewel Stryf
In Scotland fene, as ilk Man ſays,
Quhair mony liklie loft thair Lyfe;
Quhilk maid Divorce twene Man and Wyfe,
And mony Childrene fatherleſs,
Quhilk in this Realme has bene full ryfe;
LORD help theſe Lands, our Wrangs redreſs.
XXXI.
IN July, on Saint James his Even,
That Four and twenty diſmall Day,
Twelve hundred, ten Score and eleven
Of Zeirs fen CHRYST, the Suthe to ſay:
Men will remember as they may,
Quhen thus the Veritie they knaw,
And mony a ane may murn for ay,
The brim Battil of the Harlaw.
Ane
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Ane BALLAT of the fenziet Frier of Tungland,
How he fell in the Myre fleand to Turkland.
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AS zung Auror with Chryſtal Hail,
In Orient ſchewd hir Viſage pail,
A fwenyng Swyth did me affail,
Of Sonis of Sathanis Seid;
Methocht a Turk of Tartary,
Come throw the Bounds of Barbary,
And lay forloppin in Lombardy
Full lang, in Watchmans Weid.
II. FRAE
An Account of this Friar, who was an Italian, may be ſeen in
Mr. Lefly's Hiftory. K. James IV. made him Abbot of Tungland:
He pretended and attempted to make Gold out of other Mettals; but
failing of that, he next gave out, That he could fly, and very boldly
appointed the Day and Place, which was from Stirling-Caſtle, where
the King and many Spectators faw him throw himſelf with his large
Wings from the Rock, and break his Thigh-bone,
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The Frier of Tungland.
II.
FRAE baptafing for to eſchew,
Thair a religious Man he flew,
And cled him in his Habeit new,
For he couth wryte and reid.
Quhen kend was his Diffimulance,
And all his curfit Governance;
For Feir he fled, and come in France,
With litill Lombard Leid.
III.
To be a Leiche he fenyt him thair,
Quhilk mony micht rew evirmair,
For he left nowthir fick nor fair
Unflane, or he hyne zed:
Vane-Organs he full cleinly carvit,
Quhen of his Straik fae mony ſtarvit,
Dreid he had got quhat he defarvit,
He fled away gude Speid.
IV.
IN Scotland then the narreft Way
He come, his Cunning till aſſay;
To fum Men thair it was nae Play,
The preiving of his Sciens.
In
The Frier of Tungland.
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In Pottingrie he wrocht grit Pyne,
He murdreift mony in Medecyne,
The Jew was of a grit Engyne,
And generit was of Gyans.
V.
In Leich-craft he was homecyd,
He wald haif for a Nicht to byd,
A Haiknay and the Hurtmans Hyd,
Sae mekle he was of Myance.
His Yrons was rude as ony Rawchter,
Quhair he leit Blude, it was nae Lauchter;
Full mony an Inftrument for Slauchter
Was in his Gardevyance.
VI.
HE Couth gif Cure for Laxatyve,
To gar a wicht Horfe want his Lyfe,
Quha eir affay wald Man or Wyfe,
Thair Hipps zied hiddy-giddy.
His Practicks neir war put to Preif,
Bot fudden Deid or grit Miſchief;
He had Purgation to mak a Thief
To die without a Widdy.
VII. UNTO
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The Frier of Tungland.
VII.
UNTO nae Mefs eir preft this Prelat,
For Sound of facring Bell nor Skellat,
As Blackſmyth brukit was his Pallat,
For batting at the Study.
Thocht he come hame a new maid Channoun.
He had difpenfit with Matynis Cannoun
On him come nowdir Stole nor Fannoun,
For fmuking of the Smydy.
VIII.
METHOCHT feir Faffonis he affailziet
To mak the Quinteffance, and failziet;
And when he faw that nocht availziet,
A Fedrem on he tuke:
And ſchupe in Turkie for to flie,
And quhen that he did mont on hie,
All Fowl ferliet quhat he fould be,
That did upon him luke.
IX.
SUM held he had bene Dedalus,
Sum the Minatour marvellous,
And fum the Smyth of Mars, Vulcanus,
And fum Saturnus Kuke.
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And ay the Cuſchetts at him tuggit,
The Ruiks him rent, the Ravyns druggit;
The hudit Craws his Hair furth ruggit,
The Hevin he micht not bruke.
X.
THE Mytane and Saint Martyns Fowl
Wend he had bene the hornit Howle;
They ſet upon him with a Zowle,
And gaif him Dynt for Dynt.
The Golk, the Gormaw, and the Gled,
Beft him with Buffets till he bled;
The Spar-halk to the Spring him ſped,
As ferfs as Fyre off Flint.
XI.
THE Tarfall gaif him Tug for Tug,
A Stanchell hang in ilka Lug,
The Pyot furth his Pens did rug,
The Stork ſtraik ay bot Stynt.
The Biffart biffy bot Rebuke,
Scho was fae cleverous of her Cluke,
His Bs he micht nae langer bruke,
Scho held them at a Hynt.
XII. THICK
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XII.
THICK was the Cloud of Kayis and Crawis,
Of Marlzeons, Mittains, and of Mawis,
That bikkirt at his Baird with Blawis,
In Battill him about.
They nybillt him with dinfome Cry,
The Rerd of them raiſe to the Sky,
And evir he cryd on Fortune, Fy,
His Lyfe was into Dowt.
XIII.
THE Jae him ſkrippit with a Skryke,
And ſkornit him as it was lyk,
The Egill ftrong at him did ftryk,
And rawcht him mony a Rout.
For Feir uncunnandly he cawkit,
Quhyle all his Penns wer drownt and drawkit,
He maid a hundreth Nolt all hawkit,
Beneath him with a Spowt.
XIV.
He ſchure his Feddreme that was ſchene,
And flippit out of it full clene,
And in a Myre, up to the Ene,
Amang the Glar did glyd.
The
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The Fowlis all at the Fedreme dang,
As at a Monſter, them amang,
Quhyle all the Penns of it outſprang
Intill the Air full wyde.
XV.
AND he lay at the Plunge eirmair,
Sae langs he hard a Ravin rair;
The Craws him focht with Crys of Cair
In every Schaw befyde.
Had he reveild bene to the Ruiks,
They had him riven with thair Cluiks:
Thre Days in Dubs amang the Duiks,
He did with Dirt him hyde.
XVI.
THE Air was dirkint with the Fowls,
That came with Zawmers and with Zowls,
With Skryking, Skryming, and with Scouls
To tak him in the Tyde.
I walknit with the Noyfs and Schout,
Sic hydious Beir was me about,
Senfyne I curft that cankirt Rout,
Quaireir I gang or ryde.
Finis quod DUNBar.
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I.
A MURELANDS Man of Uplands Mak,
At Hame thus to his Nychbour ſpak,
What Tydings, Goffip, Peice or Weir?
The tother rounit in his Eir,
I tell zou this under Confeffion,
But laitly lichtit aff my Meir,
I come of Edinburgh frae the Seffion.
II.
QUHAT Tydings hard ze thair, I pray zou?
The tother anſwert, I fall fay zou,
Keip this all fecreit, gentil Brothir,
Is nae Man thair that trefts ane uther:
A common Doer of Tranfgreffion,
Of Innocents preveins a Futher:
Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.
III. SUM
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III.
SUM with his Maik, rowns him to pleis,
That envyous wald byt aff his Neis;
His Fae him by the Oxter leids;
Sum Patters with his Mouth on Beids,
That has his Mynd all on Oppreffion:
Sum becks full law, and fchaws bair Heids,
Wald luke full heich war not the Seffion.
IV.
SUM bydand Law, lays Land in Wed;
Sum fuperexpendit gaes to Bed,
Sum fpeids, cauſe he in Court has Meins,
Sum of Partiality compleins,
How Feid and Favour fleims Diſcretion:
Sum fpeiks full fair and falſly feins;
Sic Things I hard and faw at Seffion.
J
V.
SUM Summonds cafts, and fum excepts,
Sum ftand befyd and ſkaild Law kepps;
Sum is delayd, fum wins, fum tynes;
Sum maks him merry at the Wynes;
Sum is put out of his Poffeffion;
Sum herrit, and on Credance dynes;
Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.
VI. SUM
Uor M
ΙΟΟ
Tydings frae the Seffion.
VI.
SUM fweirs, and gaes clein up with GOD,
Sum in a Lamb-ſkin is a Tod,
Sum in his Tung his Kindneſs turſes,
Sum cuts at Throats, and fum pyks Purſes:
Sum gaes to Gallows with Proceffion;
Sum fains the Seit, and fum them curſes;
Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.
VII.
RELIGIOUS Men of divers Places,
Cum thair to wou, and ſee fair Faces,
Baith Carmelites and Cordiliers,
To Gemer cum, and get mae Friers,
Unmindful of thair cheft Profeffion,
The zunger at the elder leirs;
Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.
VIII.
THAIR Cums zung Monks of hie Complexion,
Of Mynd devote, Luve and Affection;
And in the Court thair het Fleſh dant,
Full Father-lyk, with Pech and Pant:
They are fae humble of Interceffion,
Thair Errand all kynd Women grant:
Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.
IX. SUM
Maou
Tydings frae the Seffion.
ΙΟΙ
IX.
SUM honeft Lords adorn the Bench,
Sum mynds nocht but his Wine and Wench;
Sum has Law Learning of his awin,
Sum wants and lippens to his Man,
In ilka Cauſe to get a Leffon;
Sum cankirt girns, be Party thrawin,
And fleims fair Juftice frae the Seffion.
X.
THE Advocates I may nocht wyte,
Nor yet the Lads that Lybalds wryte;
For its thair Craft, and they maun fen,
This has nae Spevie in his Pen,
Nor that a Palfie in Expreffion;
But weil I wate an of ilk Ten,
Micht very weil gane all the Seffion.
Quod DUNBAR.
Da
A
102

A
Generall SATYRE.
I.
EVORIT with Dreim devifing in my Slumber,
DEvo
How that this Realm with Nobles out of
Number,
Gydit, provydit fae mony Years has bene;
And now fic Hunger, fic Cowarts, and fic Cumber,
Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene.
II.
SIC Pryd with Prelats, fae few to preich and pray;
Sic hunt of Harlots, with them baith Nicht and Day,
They that fould have ay thair GOD afore thair Ene,
Sae nyce in Array, fae ftrange to thair Abay,
Within this Land was nevir hard or ſene.
III. SAE
A generall Satyre.
103
III.
SAE mony Preifts cled up in fecular Weid,
With blafing Breiſts, cafting thair Clais abreid;
It is no Neid to tell of quhome I mein,
To quhome the Creid and Teſtament to reid
Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene.
IV.
SAE mony Maiſters, fae mony gowckit Clerks,
Sae mony Waiſters, to GoD and all His Warks,
Sic fyrie Sparks, difpytful frae the Splene,
Sic lofin Sarks, fae mony Glengore Marks,
Within, &c.
V.
SAE mony Lords, fae mony naturale Fules,
That better accords, to play them at the Trules,
Nor feis the Dules, that commons did ſuſtene.
New tane frae Schules, fae mony Anis and Mules,
Within, &c.
VI.
SAE meikle Treaffon, fae mony partial Saws,
Sae little Reaſon, to help the common Cauſe,
That all the Laws are not fet by ane Bene,
Sic fenziet Flaws, fae mony waftit Waws,
Within, &c.
VII. SAE
104
A generall Satyre.
VII.
SAE mony Theivs and Murderers weil kend,
Sae grit Releivs of Lords them till deffend,
Becauſe they ſpend the Pelf them betwene,
Sae few till wend this Miſcheif till amend,
Within, &c.
VIII.
THIS to correct, they ſhore with mony Cracks,
But ſmall the Effect of Speir or bartar Ax,
[kein,
Quhen Courage lacks, that fuld the Corfs mak
Sae mony Jacks, and Brats on Beggars Baks,
Within, &c.
IX.
SIC Vant of Wouftours, with Hearts in finful Satures,
Sic brawland Bofters, degenerate frae thair Natures,
And fic Regratours, the pure Man to prevene;
Sae mony Traytors, fae mony Rubeators,
Within, &c.
X.
SAE mony Juges, and Lords new made of late,
Sae fmall Refuges, the pure Man to debate;
Sae mony Eſtate, for common Weil fae quhene,
Owre all the Gate, fae mony Theives fa tait,
Within, &c.
XI. SAE
A generall Satyre.
105
XI.
SAE mony a Sentance retreitit for to win
Geir and Aquentance, or Kyndneſs of thair Kin;
Thay think nae Sin, quhair Proffit cums betwene
Sae mony a Gin, to haift them to the Pin,
Within, &c.
XII.
SIC Knavis and Crakkars, to play at Cards and Dyce,
Sic Haland-Shakers, quhilk ate Cowkelbys Gryce,
Ar halden of Pryce, when Lymers do convene;
Sic Store of Vyce, sae mony Witts unwyſe,
Within, &c.
Sic
XIII.
SAE mony Merchands, fae mony ar menfworne,
pure Tennands, fic curfing Ein and Morn,
Quhilk flays the Corn, and Fruit that grows grene;
Sic Skaith and Skorn, fae mony Paitlaits worn,
Within, &c.
XIV.
SAE mony Rackets, fae mony Ketch Pillars,
Sic Balls, fic Nackets, and fic Tutivilaris,
And fic Ill-willars, to ſpeik of King and Quene,
Sic Pudding-fillars, deſcending doun frae Millars,
Within, &c.
XV. SIC
106
A generall Satyre.
XV.
Sic Fardingails on Flags as fat as Quhails,
Fattit lyk Fouls, with Hatts that nocht avails,
And fic foul Tails, to fweip the Caufy clene,
The Duft up fails, fae mony with uck fails
Within, &c.
XVI.
SAE mony a Kitty, dreft up in Golden Chenze,
Sae few witty, that weil can Fables fenze,
With apil Renze, ay ſhawand her Golden Chene;
Of Sathans Senzie fure fic an unfall Menzie
Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene.
Quod DUNBAR.
Wife
107

**
Wife SAYINGS.
IT that I gife, I haif,
It that I len, I craif,
It that I ſpend, is myne,
It that I leif, I tyne:
Get and faif, and thou falt haif,
Len and grant, and thou falt want;
Wha in his Plenty taks not Heid,
He fall haif Falt in Tyme of Neid:
When eir I lend,
I am a Friend,
And whan I craif,
I am unkynd;
Thus of my Friend, I mak a Fae,
I fhrew me, gif I mair do fae.
A zung Man Chiftane, wittles,
A pure Man Spendar, gettles,
Ane auld Man Trechour, truthlefs,
A Woman Lowpar, landleſs;
Be gude Saint Giel,
Sall nevir ane of thir do weil.
THE
108

W Y Y Y
205
shsk sk sk sk sk sk sk shsk shsk sash sask shsk
THE
COMPLAINT.
An EPISTLE to his Miſtreſs
on the Force of Luve.
88-
I.
QUHAIR Luve is kendlit comfortleſs,
Ther is nae Fever half fae fell,
Frae Cupid keiſt his Dart begeſs,
I had nae Hap to faif my fell,
Lyk as my wofull Heart can tell,
My inwart Pains and Siching fair;
For weil I wat the Pains of Hell
Unto my Pain can nocht compair.
II. FOR
Complaint to his Miftrefs.
109
II.
FOR ony Malledy, ze ken,
Except peuir Luve, or than ſtark Deid,
Help may be had frae Hands of Men,
Throw Medicines to mak Remeid:
For Harms of Body, Hands or Heid,
The Pottingars will purge the Pains;
But all the Members are at Feid,
Quhair that the Law of Luve remains.
III.
As Tantalus in Watter ſtands,
To ſtanche his thrifty Appetyte,
Bewailing Body, Heid and Hands,
The River fleis him in Diſpyte;
Sae does my lufty Lady qwhyte,
She fleis the Place where I repair:
To hungry Men is fmal Delyte
To twitch the Meit, and eit nae mair.
IV.
THE nar the Flame, the hetter Fyre,
The mair I pyne, zet I perfew,
The mair enkindlis my Diſyre,
Frae I behald her heavenly Hew;
Pure
IIO
Complaint to his Miſtreſs.
Pure Piramus himſelf he flew,
Made Saul and Body to diffaver,
He diet but anes, farwel, adiew,
I daylie die, and zet dies never.
V.
ZIT Jafon did enjoy Medea,
And Thefeus gat his Adriane,
Dido diffaved was with Enea,
And Demophoy his Lady wan;
Gif Women trowd fic Traytors than,
For till enjoy the Fruits of Luve,
Quhy wald ze flay zour ſaikles Man,
Quha never mynds for to remuve.
VI.
THOCHT ferfs Achil, that worthie Knicht,
Was flain for Luve, the Suthe to ſay,
Leander on a ſtormy Nicht
Diet fleitand on the Billous gray;
Thocht Troyalus he langourt ay,
Still waitand for his Luves Return,
Had not fic Pyne (thairs was but Play)
As daylie does my Body burn.
VII. As
Complaint to his Miftrefs.
III
VII.
As Pol to Pylatts does appeir
Far brichtar than the Stars about,
Sae does zour Viſage ſhine as cleir
As Rofe amang the rafkal Rout;
War Paris leivand now, bot Dout,
And had the Golden Ball to ſerve,
I wate he wald fune wail zou out,
And leif baith Venus and Minerve.
VIII.
Now Paper pas, and at her ſpeir,
Gif pleife her Prudence to imprint it?
My faithfull Heart I ſend it heir,
In Signe of Paper I preſent it;
Wad God my Body war fornent it,
That I micht ſerve hir Grace bot Glammer,
To be hir Knaif I am contentit,
Or ſmalleſt Varlet of hir Chammer.
Quod King HENRY STEWART.
CUPID
II2

CUPID quareld for his Tyrannie,
Blindnes and Injustice.
I.
QUHOME fould I wyt for my Mifchance,
But Cupid King of Variance,
Thy Court, without Confiderance,
Quhen I it knew,
Or evir made the Obfervance,
Richt fair I rew.
II.
THOU and thy Law ar Inftruments
Of diverfs Inconveniments;
Thy Service mony fair repents,
Knawing the Quarrell,
Quhen Body, Fame and Subſtance fhents,
And Saul in Perel.
III. QUHAT
Cupids Tyrannie.
113
III.
QUHAT is thy Manrent but Miſcheif,
Sturt, Anger, Grunching, Yre and Greif,
Ill Lyfe, and Langour bot Releife,
Of wounds fae wan,
Difplifour, Pain, and hie Repreife
Of God and Man.
IV.
THOU luves all them that loudest leis,
And follows fafteft them that fleis;
Thou lichtlies all trew Properties
Of Luve expreſs,
And marks quhen neir a Styme thou feis,
And hits begefs.
V.
BLIND Buk! but at the Bound thou fhutes,
And them forbeirs that thee rebutes;
Thou ryves thair Hearts ay frae the Rutes,
Quilk ar thy awin,
And cures them that cares not three Cutes
To be miſknawn.
I
VI. THOU
114
Cupids Tyrannie.
VI.
THOU art in Friendſhip with thy Fae,
And to thy beſt Friends fremit ay,
Thou fleims all faithful Men thee frae,
Of ftedfaft Thocht,
Regarding nane but them perfay
That cures the nocht.
VII.
THOU chirrieſs them that with thee chyds,
And bannieſs them with thee abyds:
Thou hes thy Horn ay in thair Syds
That cannot flie;
Thay furder warſt in thee confyds,
I ſay for me.
Quod ALEXT. SCOT.

THE
115

THE
Auld Mans inveighing against Mouth-
Thankleſs.
I.
ANE agit Man twyce Forty Zeirs,
After the haly Days of Zule,
I hard him carp amang the Freirs,
Of Order gray, makand grit Dule,
Richt as he war a furious Fule;
Aft-tymes he ficht, and ſaid Alace!
Be Claud my Care may nevir cule,
That I fervt evir Mouth-thankleſs.
II.
THROCH Ignorance, and Folly, Zouth,
My Preterit Tyme I wald neir ſpair,
Pleſance to put into that Mouth,
Till Aige faid, Fule, let be thy Fare,
And
116
Auld Mans inveighing
And now my Heid is quhyt and liair,
For feiding of that fowmart Face,
Quhairfor I murn baith late and air,
That I fervt evir Mouth-thankleſs.
III.
SILVER and Gold that I micht get
Beifands, Brotches, Robes and Rings,
Frelie to gife, I wald nocht let,
To pleife the Mulls attour all Things.
Right as the Swan for Sorrow fings,
Before her Deid a little Space,
Richt fae do I, and my Hands wrings,
That I fervt evir Mouth-thankleſs.
IV.
BETTIR it were a Man to ſerve
With Honour brave beneath a Sheild,
Nor her to pleis, thocht thou fould ſterve,
That will not luke on thee in Eild,
Frae that thou has nae Hair to heild
Thy Heid frae harming that it hes,
Quhen Pen and Purſe and all ar peild,
Tak then a Meis of Mouth-thankleſs.
V. IT
Against Mouth-thankleſs. 117
V.
Ir may be in Example fene,
The Grund of Truth wha underſtude,
* Frae in thy Bag thou beirs thyne Een,
Thou gets nae Grace but for thy Gude,
At Venus Cloſet, to conclude,
Call ze not this a cankert Cafe:
Now GOD help and the haly Rude,
And keip all Men frae Mouth-thankleſs.
VI.
O brukil Zouth in Tyme behald,
And in thy Heart thir Words gae graif,
Or thy Complexion gather Cauld,
Amend thy Mifs, thy ſelf to ſaif,
The Bliſs abune gif thou wald haif,
And of thy Gilt Remit and Grace.
All this I hard an auld Man raif,
After the Zule, of Mouth-thankleſs.
Quod KENNEDY.
* Makes use of Spectacles.
THE
118

The Soutar defcryvit by the
Tailzior.
THO
I.
'Hou leis Loun, thou leis, thou leis,
Zone are Soutars that thou feis,
Kneiland full lawly on thair Kneis,
Thair Gods till adorn.
Be Saint Girnega, that grim Ghaiſt,
To hale ther Hairfneffes on haiſt,
Of moltin Tauch thay tak a Teſt
On Monandays at Morn.
II.
To hald them haleſome at the Heart,
Sum of fat Uly ſpews a Quart,
Uthers a Pynt for thair awn Part,
Of foul Soutars Blek,
Thus
The Soutar defcryvit.
119
Thus fum fits, and fum fews,
Sum byts the Birs, fum Uly fpews,
And he keips ay beſt his Kews,
Spouts in his Nichbours Nek.
III.
OF Tauch or Uly when thay want,
Sir Girnega will give a Gant,
And bok a Pynt at ilka Pant,
And dr― them Roset rowth.
Wald Man and Wyf all do as I,
When eir we ſaw them we fould cry,
Fy on them, fich! and fy! fy! fy!
Thay fyle the Wind in trowth.

THE
120

THE
Soutars Anſwer to the Tailzior.
I.
FALSE clatterand Kenfy, Kuckold Knaif,
Blafphemand Baird in thy Backbyting,
Of me thou fall an Anſwer haif,
Fumart cum forth, and face my Flyting,
Warſe than a Warlo in thy Wryting;
Thou Sathans Seid ay ſet to Evil,
Mandrag, Memerkyn, miſmade Myting,
I fall thee conjure lyk the Devil.
II.
Fy on the Tailzior never trew,
Frae Claith weil can thou cleik a Clout,
Of Stomoks ftown baith red and blew,
A Bag fou anes thou bore about.
They
The Soutars Anſwer.
121
They followt thee with Cry and Shout,
Hey, hald the Thief that ſtaw the Claith;
Thou will be hangt, haif thou nae Dout,
For mony prefumptous forfworn Aith.
III.
AMANG the Wyves it fall be witten
Thou was ane Knakat in the Way,
For loufy Seims that thou haft bitten,
Thy Gumes are giltin grein and gray;
Thy Couch is on a Sonk of Strae,
Peild Prick-louſe of a Pudding Price,
Breik Boutcher on a Suny Brae;
Wae worth thee Wirryar of quhyt Lyce.
IV.
THOU Zeid with Elwand, Sheir and Thymbill,
Full mony a Day feikand thy Craft;
For Halfpenies thy Hand zeid nimble,
Grit Blads and Bitts thou ftaw full aft;
Quha delt with thee thay wer full daft,
For on thy Back, as all Men kens,
Wer broken mony a gude Ax Shaft,
For wrangus Geir of uther Mens.
V. THY
I22
The Soutars Anſwer.
V.
THY Wyfe fcho wont a Man fhe gat
Of thee, quhen that thou was weil brankit,
And ſcho gat but ane Cur Knakat,
A foul Taid Carle, all Tailzior ſhankit,
For Clais that thou miſmade and mankit,
Thou dar not dwell wher thou was born;
Zet afterwart thou fall be hankit
Betwixt Kirkaldy and Kingorne.
Quod STEWART.
BETWIX twa Tods a crawing Cok,
Betwix twa Friers a Maid in her Smok,
Betwix twa Cats a Mous,
Betwix twa Tailziors a Lous;
Schaw me, gude Sir, not as a Stranger,
Quhilk of thir Fours in griteſt Danger?
ANSWER.
Foxis ar fell at crawing Coks,
Friers are fers at Maids in thair Smoks,
Cats ar cautelus in taking Myce,
Tailziors ar Tyrrans in killing Lyce.
A
123

A BALLAT made to the Scorn and
Derifion of wanton Women.
I.
ZE lufty Ladyis, luke
The rackles Lyves ze leid,
Haunt nocht in Hole or Nuke,
To hurt zour Womanheid;
I red, for beſt Remeid,
Forbeir all Place prophane;
Gif this be Cauſe of Feid,
I fall not fayt again.
II.
QUHAT is fic Luve but Luft,
A lytill for Delyte,
To hant that Game robuft,
And beiftly Apetyte;
I now-
124 In Derifion of wanton Women.
I nowther fleich nor flyte,
But Veritie tell plain;
Tak ye this in Defpyte,
I fall not fayt again.
III.
THE Wyſeft Scho may fone
Seducit be and fchent,
Syne frae the Deid be done,
Perchance fall fair repent;
Ower late is to lament,
Frae Belly dow not lane,
Therfor in Tyme tak tent:
I fall not fayt again.
IV.
LICHT Wenches Luve will fawin,
Evin lyke a Spanzeolis Lauchter,
To ***
Be them, lift Geir bechaucht hir;
For Conzie ze may caucht hir,
Το
To ***
And nevir fpeir quhais aucht hir;
I fall not fayt again.
V. THOCHT
In Derifion of wanton Women. 125
V.
THOCHT bruckle Women hants
In Luft to leid their Lyvis,
And Widdow Men that wants
To fteil a Pair of Wyvis;
But quhere that marriet Wyvis
Gaes by thair Huſbands Bane,
That Houfhald nevir thryvis,
I fayt, and ſayt again.
VI.
IT fets not Maidens als
To let Men lowfe thair Lace,
Nor clym about Mens Hals,
To clap, to kiſs, and brace,
Nor round in fecret Place;
Sic Treatment is a Train
To cleave thair Quaver-Caſe,
And breid them Dule and Pain.
VII.
FAREWEIL with Cheftetie,
Frae Wenches fall a Chucking,
Thair follows Things thre,
To gar them gae a Gucking,
Imbracing,
126
In Derifion of wanton Women.
Imbracing, Tigging, Plucking;
Thir foure the Suth to fane,
Enforfis them * * *
I fall not fayt again.
VIII.
SUM lykes new cum to Toun,
With Jeigs to mak them joly,
Sum lykes danfs up and doun
To miefs thair Melancholy;
Sum lykes Sang, troly loly,
And fum of rigging fain;
Lyk Fillocks full of Foly,
With litle Gier thair ain.
IX.
SUM Mune-brunt Maidens myld,
At None-tyde of the Nicht,
Are chapit up with Chyld,
Bot Coal or Candle-licht;
Sua
Enforfis them
* * * 'Tis not impoffible but a complete Copy of
this old Ballad may be found to fupply thefe few Blanks.
In Derifion of wanton Women.
127
Sua fum ſaid, Mayds has Slicht
To play, and tak nae Pane,
Syne ſchift thair fells frae Sicht,
I fall not fayt again.
X.
SUM thinks nae Schame to clap
And kiſs in open Ways;
Sum cannot keip her ap
Frae lanfing, as ſcho lyes;
Sum goes fae gymp in Gyſe,
Or ſcho war kiffd, but plain,
Scho leur be married thryis,
And thre Tymes thryis again.
XI.
MAIR Gentrice is to jot
Undir a Silkin Goun,
Than with quhyt Pettycot
And redyar ay boun,
The denkeft foneft doun,
The fairest but refrain,
The gayeſt greateſt Loun,
But dinna tellt again.
XII. THE
128
In Derifion of wanton Women.
XII.
THE moir degeft and grave,
The grydiar ***
The nyceft to refſave
Upon thair ***
The quhytlieft will quhipit,
And nocht thair * * *
The leſs, the larger hippit;
I fall not fayt again.
XIII.
Lo Ladyis gif this be,
A gude Counfale I geife zou,
To fave zour Honeftie,
Frae Sklander to releife zou;
But Ballats mae to breif
I will not break my Brain,
zou,
Suppoſe ze fould miſcheive you,
I fall not ſayt again.
Quod SCOTT.
On
129

On the Uncertainty of Life and Fear of
Death, or a Lament for the Lofs of
the Poets,
00000000-
I.
OUR Pleafance heir is all vain Glory,
This Warld falſe but tranfatory;
The Fleſh is bruckle, the Feynd is flie,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
II.
THE State of Man dois change and vary,
Now found, now feik, now blyth, now ſary,
Now danfand merry, now lyk to die,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
III.
No State in all the Eard ſtands ficker,
But as the Weft-Wind wavis the wicker,
Sae wanes this warldly Vanity,
Timor mortis, &c.
K
IV. DOUN
130 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets.
IV.
DOUN to the Death gois all Eſtates,
Princes, Prelates and Potentates,
Baith rich and pure of all Degree,
Timor, &c.
V.
HE taks the Knichts into the Feild,
Enarmed under Helm and Sheild,
He Victor is at all mellie,
Timor, &c.
VI.
THAT ftrang invynfable Tyrrand
Taks, on the Muthers Breift fuckand,
The Babe, full of Benignitie,
Timor, &c.
VII.
HE taks the Campion in the Stour,
The Captain clofd within the Towir,
The Lady in Bowre, full of Bewtie,
Timor, &c.
VIII. HE
Lament for the Lofs of the Poets. 131
VIII.
He ſpares no Lord for his Pufiance,
Nor Clerk for his Intelligence;
His awfull Strake may no Man flee,
Timor, &c.
IX.
↑
ART Magicians and Aſtrologs,
Rethoris, Logitians, Theologs,
Get Help frae nae Conclufions flee,
Timor, &c.
X.
IN Medecyne the moſt Practitians,
Leiches, Surrigians and Phefitians,
Themſelves frae Death may not ſupplie,
Timor, &c.
XI.
I ſee the Makkars, mang the laif,
Plays here thair Padzians, fyne goes to Graif;
Not ſpairt is thair ſweit Facultie,
Timor, &c.
XII. HE
4
132 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets.
XII.
He has done petouſly devore,
The nobil *Chawfer of Makkars Flowir,
The Monk of Berry and Gower all thre,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
XIII.
THE gude Sr Hew of Eglintoun,
Etrick, Heriot and Winton,
He has tane out of this Countrey,
Timor, &c.
XIV.
THAT Scorpion fell has done infek,
Maiſter John Clerk and James Affleck,
Frae Ballat making and Tragedy,
Timor, &c.
XV. Ho-
* "Tis worthy of Notice how generouſly Mr. Dunbar pays his
Refpects to the Memory of the renowned Chaucer, Gower and Lidgate,
before he names his own Country Poets.
Lament for the Lofs of the Poets. 133
XV.
Holand and Barbor he has bereft,
Allace! that he not with us left
Sr Mungo Lockhart of the Lie,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
XVI.
CLERK of Tranent eik he has tane,
That made the Aventers of Sr Gawane,
Sr Gilbert Gray endit has he,
Timor, &c.
XVII.
He has Blind Hary and Sandy Trail
Slain with his Shot of mortall Hail,
Quhilk Patrick Johnſon micht not flie,
Timor, &c.
XVIII.
He has reft Merſar his Indyte,
That did in Luve ſo lyflie wryte,
So fchort, fo quick, of Sentens hie,
Timor, &c.
XIX. HE
134 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets.
XIX.
He has tane Rowl of Aberdene,
And gentle Rowl of Corstorphyne;
Twa bettir Fallows did no Man fie,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
XX.
IN Dumfermling he has tane Broun,
With gude Mr. Robert Henryfon;
Sr John the Rofs imbraiſt has he,
Timor, &c.
XXI.
AND he has. now tane, laſt of aw,
The gentle Stobo and Quintene Schaw,
Of quhome all Wichts has grit Pitie,
Timor, &c.
XXII.
AND Mr. Walter Kennedy
In Poynt of Death lyes werely;
Grit Rewth it wer that fo fould be,
Timor, &c.
XXIII. SEN
!
POST SCRIPT.
XXIII.
SEN he has all my
Brethren tane,
He will not let me leive alane ;
On Forfs I maun his nixt Prey be,
Timor, &c.
XXIV.
SEN for the Death Remeid is none,
Beft is that we for Death diſpone;
Aftir our Death, that live may we,
Timor mortis conturbat me.
POSTSCRIPT.
XXV.
UTHE I forfie, if Spae-craft had,
Frae Hethir-Muirs fall ryſe a LAD,
Aftir twa Centries pas, fall he
Revive our Fame and Memorie.
135
XXVI. THEN
136
POSTSCRIPT.
XXVI.
THEN fall we flouriſh EVIR GRENE;
All Thanks to carefull Bannantyne,
And to the *PATRON kind and frie,
Quha lends the LAD baith them and me.
XXVII.
FAR fall we fare, baith Eift and Weſt,
Owre ilka Clyme by Scots poffeft
Then fen our Warks fall nevir die,
Timor mortis non turbat me.
Quod DUNBAR.
Patron, Mr. William Carmichael, Brother to the Earl of Hyndford,
who lent A. R. that curious MSS. collected by Mr. George Bannan-
tyne, Anno 1568, from whence theſe Poems are printed.

The
137
The WIFE of Auchtermuchty.
I.
IN Auchtermuchty dwelt a Man,
An Huſband, as I heard it tawld,
Quha weil coud tipple out a Can,
And nowther luvit Hungir nor Cauld,
Till anes it fell upon a Day,
He zokit his Plewch upon the Plain;
But fchort the Storm wald let him ſtay,
Sair blew the Day with Wind and Rain.
II.
He lowfd the Plewch at the Lands End,
And draife his Owfen hame at Ene;
Quhen he came in he blinkit ben,
And faw his Wyfe baith dry and clene,
Set beikand by a Fyre full bauld,
Suppand fat Sowp, as I heard fay:
The Man being weary, wet and cauld,
Betwein thir twa it was nae Play.
III. QUOD
138 The Wife of Auchtermuchty.
III.
QUOD he, quhair is my Horſes Corn,
My Owfen has nae Hay nor Strae,
Dame, ye maun to the Plewch the Morn,
I fall be Huffy gif I may.
This Seid-time it proves cauld and bad,
And ze fit warm, nae Troubles fe;
The Morn ze fall gae with the Lad,
And fyne zeil ken what Drinkers drie.
IV.
GUDEMAN, quod fcho, content am I,
To tak the Plewch my Day about,
Sae ye rule weil the Kaves and Ky,
And all the Houſe baith in and out:
And now fen ze haif made the Law,
Then gyde all richt and do not break;
They ficker raid that neir did faw,
Therfor let naithing be neglect.
V.
BUT fen ye will Huffyſkep ken,
Firſt ye maun fift and fyne fall kned;
And ay as ze gang butt and ben,
Luke that the Bairns dryt not the Bed:
And
The Wife of Auchtermuchty.
139
And lay a faft Wyſp to the Kiln,
We haif a dear Farm on our Heid;
And ay as ze gang forth and in,
Keip weil the Gaiſlings frae the Gled.
VI.
THE Wyfe was up richt late at Ene,
I pray Luck gife her ill to fair,
Scho kirn'd the Kirn, and fkumt it clene,
Left the Gudeman but bledoch bair:
Then in the Morning up ſcho gat;
And on hir Heart laid hir Disjune,
And pat as mekle in hir Lap,
As micht haif ferd them baith at Nune.
VII.
SAYS, Jok, be thou Maiſter of Wark,
And thou fall had, and I fall ka,
Iſe promiſe thee a gude new Sark,
Either of round Claith or of ſma.
Scho lowft the Owſen aught or nyne,
And bynt a Gad-ſtaff in her Hand:
Up the Gudeman raiſe aftir fyne,
And faw the Wyfe had done Command.
VIII. HE
140
The Wife of Auchtermuchty.
VIII.
HE draif the Gaiflings forth to feid,
Thair was but ſevenſum of them aw,
And by thair comes the greidy Gled,
And lickt up five, left him but twa:
Then out he ran in all his Mane,
How fune he hard the Gaiflings cry;
But than or he came in again,
The Kaves brak louſe and ſuckt the Ky.
IX.
THE Kaves and Ky met in the Loan,
The Man ran with a Rung to red,
Than by cam an illwilly Roan,
And brodit his Buttoks till they bled:
Syne up he tuke a Rok of Tow,
And he fat down to fey the Spinning;
He loutit doun our neir the Low,
Quod he this Wark has ill Beginning.
X.
THE Leam up throu the Lum did flow,
The Sute tuke Fyre it flyed him than,
Sum Lumps did fall and burn his Pow;
I wat he was a dirty Man:
Zit
The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 141
Zit he gat Water in a Pan,
Quherwith he flokend out the Fyre:
To ſoup the Houſe he ſyne began,
To had all richt was his Defyre.
XI.
HYND to the Kirn then did he ftoure,
And jumblit at it till he ſwat,
Quhen he had rumblit a full lang Hour,
The Sorrow crap of Butter he gat;
Albeit nae Butter he could get,
Zit he was cummert with the Kirn,
And ſyne he het the Milk fae het,
That ill a Spark of it wad zyrne.
XII.
THEN ben thair cam a greidy Sow,
I trow he cund hir litle Thank:
For in fcho ſhot hir mekle Mow,
And ay ſcho winkit, and ay ſcho drank.
He tuke the Kirnftaff be the Schank,
And thocht to reik the Sow a Rout,
The twa left Gaiſlings gat a Clank,
That Straik dang baith thair Harns out.
XIII. THEN
142
The Wife of Auchtermuchty.
XIII.
THEN he bure Kendling to the Kill,
But fcho ſtart all up in a Low,
Quhat eir he heard what eir he ſaw,
That Day he had nae Will to **
Then he zied to take up the Bairns,
Thocht to have fund them fair and clene;
The firſt that he gat in his Arms,
Was a bedirtin to the Ene.
XIV.
THE firft it ſmelt fae fappylie,
To touch the lave he did not grein:
The Deil cut aff thair Hands, quoth he,
That cramd zour Kytes fae ftrute zeſtrein.
He traild the foul Sheits down the Gate,
Thocht to haif wuſh them on a Stane,
The Burn was riſen grit of Spait,
Away frae him the Sheits has tane.
XV.
THEN up he gat on a Know-heid,
On hir to cry, on hir to ſchout:
Scho hard him, and ſcho hard him not,
But ftoutly fteird the Stots about.
Scho
The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 143
Scho draif the Day unto the Nicht,
Scho lowft the Plewch, and fyne cam hame;
Scho fand all wrang that fould bene richt,
I trow the Man thocht mekle Schame.
XVI.
QUOTн he, my Office I forſake,
For all the hale Days of my Lyfe;
For I wald put a Houſe to Wraik,
Had I been twenty Days Gudewyfe.
Quoth ſcho, weil mot ze bruke your Place,
For truely I fall neir accept it;
Quoth he, Feynd fa the Lyars Face,
But zit ze may be blyth to get it.
XVII.
THEN up fcho gat a mekle Rung;
And the Gudeman made to the Dore,
Quoth he, Dame, I fall hald my Tung,
For and we fecht I'll get the war:
Quoth he, when I forfuke my Plewch,
I trow I but forfuke my Skill:
Then I will to my Plewch again;
For I and this Houfe will nevir do weil.
Quod MOFFAT.
THE
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Tk s k sk I s k k n n k k k sk sk sk Th s
The Borrowftoun Mous, and the Land-
wart Mous.
I.
EASOP relates a Tale weil worth Renown,
Of twa wie Myce, and they war Sifters deir,
Of quhom the Elder dwelt in Borrowſtoun,
The Zunger ſcho wond upon Land weil neir,
Richt folitair beneth the Bufs and Breir,
Quhyle on the Corns and Wraith of labouring Men,
As Outlaws do, ſcho maid an eaſy Fen.
II.
THE Rural Mous, unto the Winter-tyde,
Thold Cauld and Hunger aft, and grit Diſtreſs:
The uther Mous that in the Burgh can byde,
Was Gilt-bruther, and made a frie Burges,
Tol frie, and without Cuſtom mair or leſs,
And Friedom had to gae quhair eir ſcho lift,
Amang the Cheis and Meil in Ark or Kiſt.
III. ANE
The Borrowftoun Mous, &c. 145
III.
ANE Tyme when fcho was full, and on Fute fair,
Scho tuke in Mynd her Sifter up-on-Land,
And langt to ken her Weilfair and her Cheir,
And fe quhat Lyf ſcho led under the Wand:
Bare-fute alane, with Pykſtaff in her Hand,
As Pilgrim pure ſcho paſt out of the Toun
To feik her Sifter, baith in Dale and Doun.
IV.
THROW mony wilfum Ways then couth fcho walk,
Throw Mure and Mofs, throwout Bank, Buſk
and Breir,
Frae Fur to Fur, cryand frae Balk to Balk,
Cum furth to me, my awin fweit Sifter deir,
Cry, peip anes,—with that the Mous couth heir,
And knew her Voce, as kindly Kinſmen will,
Scho hard with Joy, and furth ſcho came her till.
V.
THAIR hearty Cheir was plefand to be fene,
Quhen thir twa Sifters kind with Blythneſs met,
Quhilk aften Syfs was fhawin them twa betwein;
For quhyls they leuch, and quhyls for Joy they grat,
Quhyls ſweitly kiſt, and quhyls in Arms they plet:
L
And
146
The Borrowftoun Mous,
And thus they fure, till ſobirt was thair Meid,
Syne Fute for Fute they to thair Chalmer zeid.
VI.
As I hard fay, it was a ſemple Wane
Of Fog and Fern, full fecklefly was maid,
A filly Sheil, under a Eard-faſt Stane,
Of quhilk the Entrie was not hie nor braid;
Into the fame they went bot mair abaid,
Withouten Fyre or Candle birnand bricht,
For commonly fic Pykers luves not Licht.
VII.
QUHEN thus wer lugit thir twa filly Myce,
The zungeſt Siſter to her Butrie hyed,
And brocht furth Nuts and Peis infteid of Spyce,
And fic plain Cheir as ſcho had her befyde:
The Burges Mous fae dynk and full of Pryde,
Sayd, Sifter myne, Is this zour daylie Fude?
Quhy not, quod fcho, think ze this Meſs not gude?
VIII.
NA, be my Saul, methink it but a Scorn;
Madame, quod fcho, ye be the mair to blame :
My Moder faid, aftir that we wer born,
That
and the Landwart Mous.
147
That ze and I lay baith within her Wame;
I keip the richt auld Cuſtom of my Dame
And of my Syre,—livand in Povertie,
For Lands and Rents nane is our Propertie.
IX.
My Sifter fair, quod ſcho, haif me excuft,
This Dyet rude and I can neir accord;
With tender Meit my Stomock ftill is uft,
For quhy, I fair as weil as ony Lord:
Thir withert Nuts and Peis, or they be bord,
Will brek my Chafts, and mak my Teith full
ſklender,
Quhilk has bein uft before to Meit mair tender.
X:
WEIL Sifter, weil then, quoth the rural Mous,
Gif that ze pleis fic Things as ze ſe heir,
Baith Meit and Drink, and Herbouray and Hous,
Sall be zour awin, will ze remain all Zeir,
Ze fall it haif with blyth and hairtly Cheir,
And that fould mak the Meſſes that ar rude,
Still amang Freinds richt tender, fweit and gude.
XI. QUHAT
148
The Borrowftoun Mous,
XI.
QUHAT Plefans is in Feifts mair dilicate,
The quhilk ar given with a gloumand Brow;
A gentle Heart is better recreate
With Uſage blyth, than ſeith to him a Cow;
Ane Modicum is better, zeill allow,
Sae that Gude-will be Carver at the Defs,
Than a thrawn Vult, and mony a ſpycie Meſs.
XII.
For all this moral Doctrine, ticht and foun,
The Burges Mous had little Will to fing,
But hevely ſcho keſt her Viſage doun,
For all the Daintys ſcho couth till her bring;
Zit at the laſt ſcho ſaid, half in hie thing,
Sifter this Vittell and zour Royal Feiſt
May weil fuffice for fic a rural Beift.
XIII.
LET be this Hole, and cum unto my Place,
I fall zou ſchaw, by gude Experience,
That
my Gude-Frydays better than zour Pafe,
And a Diſh licking worth zour hale Expence;
Houſes I haif enow of grit Defence,
Of Cat, nor Fall, nor Trap, I haif nae Dreid:
This faid, that was convinced,-and furth they zeid.
XIV. IN
and the Landwart Mous. 149
XIV.
IN Skugry ay throw rankeſt Gras and Corn,
And Wonder flie full prively they creip;
The eldeſt was the Gyde, and went beforn,
The zunger to her Futefteps tuke gude keip;
On Nicht they ran, and on the Day did ſleip,
Till on a Morning, or the Lavrock fang,
They fand the Toun, and blythly in couth gang.
XV.
NOT far frae thyne, on till a worthy Wane,
This Burges brocht them fune quhair they fould be,
Without God-fpeid,-thair Herboury was tane
Intill a Spence, wher Vittell was Plenty,
Baith Cheis and Butter on lang Skelfs richt hie,
With Fiſh and Fleſh enough baith freſh and ſalt,
And Pokks full of Grots, Barlie, Meil and Malt.
XVI.
QUHEN afterwart they wer diſpoſd to dyne,
Withouten Grace they wufh and went to meit,
On every Diſh that Cuikmen can divyne,
Muttone and Beif cut out in Telzies grit,
Ane Erles Fair thus can they counterfitt,
Exept ane Thing,—they drank the Watter cleir
Infteid of Wyne, but zit they made gude Cheir.
XVII. WITH
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The Borrowftoun Mous,
XVII.
WITH blyth Upcaft and merry Countenance,
The elder Sifter then ſpeird at her Geft,
Gif that ſcho thocht be Refon Differance
Betwixt that Chalmer and her fary Neft;
Zea Dame, quoth ſcho? but how lang will this left?
For evermair I wate, and langer to;
Gif that be trew, ze ar at Eife, quoth fcho.
XVIII.
To eik the Cheir, in Plenty furth ſcho brocht
A Plate of Grots, and a large Diſh of Meil,
A Threfe of Caiks, I trow ſcho ſpairt them nocht,
Abundantlie about her did ſcho deil;
Furmage full fyne ſcho brocht inſtead of Geil,
A Candle quhyte out of a Coffer ftaw,
Infteid of Spyce, to creiſh thair Teith with a.
XIX.
THUS made they mirry, quhyle they micht nae mair,
And hail Zule! hail! they all cryt up on hie;
But after Joy ther aftentymes comes Cair,
And Trouble after grit Profperitie:
Thus as they fat in all thair Solitie,
The Spens came on them with Keis in his Hand,
Apent the Dore, and them at Dinner fand.
XX. THEY
and the Landwart Mous.
151
XX.
THEY tarriet not to waſh, ze may ſuppoſe,
But aff they ran, quha micht the foremoſt win;
The Burges had a Hole, and in ſcho gaes,
Her Siſter had nae Place to hyde her in,
To fee that filly Mous it was grit Sin,
Sae difalait and will of all gude reid,
For very Feir ſcho fell in Swoun, neir deid.
XXI.
BUT as Jove wald, it fell a happy Caſe,
The Spenfar had nae Laifar lang to byde,
Nowthir to force, to feik, nor ſkar, nor cheſe,
But on he went, and keft the Dore upwyde;
This Burges then his Paſage weil has ſpyd,
Out of her Hole ſcho came, and cryt on hie,
How! Sifter fair, cry, peip, quhair eir thou be.
XXII.
THE Landwart Mous lay flatlings on the Ground,
And for the Deid fcho was full fair dreidand,
For to her Heart ftrak mony a waefull Stound,
As in a Fever trymblit ſcho Fute and Hand;
And when her Sifter in fic Plicht her fand,
For very Pitie ſcho began to greit;
Syne Comfort gaif, with Words as Huny ſweit. -
XXIII. QUHY
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The Borrowftoun Mous,
XXIII.
QUHY ly ze thus? Ryfe up my Siſter deir,
Cum to zour Meit, this Perell is owre-paft;
The uther anſwert, with a hevy Cheir,
I may nocht eit, fae fair I am agaſt :
I lever had this fourtie lang Days faſt,
With Watter Kail, and gnaw dry Beins and Peis,
Then haif zour Feift with this Dreid and Waneife.
XXIV.
WITH Tretie fair, at laft, fcho gart her ryfe,
To Burde they went, and down togither ſat;
But ſkantly had they drunken anes or twyce,
Quhen in came Hunter Gib, the joly Cat,
And bad God-fpeid.The Burges up fcho gat,
And till her Hole fcho fled lyk Fyre frae Flint;
But Badrans be the Back the uther hint.
XXV.
FRAE Fute to Fute he keft her to and frae,
Quhyls up, quhyls doun, als tait as ony Kid;
Quhyls wald he let her ryn beneth the Strae,
Quhyls wald he wink and play with her Buk-hid:
Thus to the filly Mous grit Harm he did;
Till at the laſt, throw fair Fortune and Hap,
Betwixt the Dreffour and the Wall ſcho crap.
XXVI. SYNE
and the Landwart Mous.
153
XXVI.
SYNE up in hafte behind the Pannaling,
Sae hie ſcho clam, that Gibby might not get her,
And be the Cluks fae craftylie can hing,
Till he was gane, her Cheir was all the better.
Syne down ſcho lap, quhen ther was nane to let her.
Then on the Burges Mous alloud did cry,
Sifter fairweil, heir I thy Feift defy.
XXVII.
WER I anes in the Cot that I cam frae,
For Weil nor Wae I fould neir cum again.
With that ſcho tuke her Leif, and furth can gae,
Quhyles throw the Riggs of Corn, quhyles owre
the Plain,
Quhen ſcho was furth and frie, her Heart was fain,
And merrylie ſcho linkit owre the Mure,
Needleſs to tell how afterwart fcho fure.
XXVIII.
BUT this in fchort ſcho reikt her eify Den,
As warm as on ſuppoſe it was not grit,
Full beinly ftuffit it was baith butt and ben,
With Peis, and Nuts, and Beins, and Ry and
Quheit,
When eir ſcho lykt ſcho had eneuch of Meit,
In
154
The Moralitie.
In Eife and Quiet, withouten Sturt and Dreid,
But till her Sifter's Feift nae mair ſcho zeid.

The MORALITIE.
XXIX.
HEIR ze may find, my Freinds, gif ze tak Heid
Unto this Fable a gude Moralitie,
As Fitches minglit ar with noble Seid,
Sae interwoven is Adverfitie
With eardly Joy, ſo that nae State is free,
Withouten Trouble and aft grit Vexation,
And namelie thay that wreſtle up maiſt hie,
And not contentit ar of ſmall Poffefion.
XXX.
BLISSIT be fymple Lyfe, withouten Dreid,
Bliffit be fober Feift in Quietie;
Quha has eneuch of nae mair has he Neid,
Thocht it be litle into Quantitie,
Aboundance grit and blind Proſperitie
Maks aftentymes a very ill Concluſion:
The fweiteft Lyfe therefore in this Countrie
Is Sickernefs and Peace with fmall Poffefion.
XXXI. O
The Moralitie.
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XXXI.
O wanton Man, quhilk uſes ay to feid
Thy Wame, and maks it maiſt thy God to be,
Luke to thy felf I warn thee weil on Deid;
For the Cat cums, and to the Mous has Ee,
Quhat does avail thy Feiſt and Ryelty,
With dreidfull Hairt, and endleſs Tribulation:
Therefore beſt Thing on Eard, I ſay for me,
It is a merry Mynd and ſmall Poffefion.
XXXII.
$
FREIND, thy awin Fyre, thocht it be but ane Gleid,
Will warm thee weil, and is worth Gold to thee;
And Salamon the Sage, fays, (gif ze reid,)
Under the Hevin I can nocht better fe,
Than ay be blyth, and leif in Honeftie.
Quhairfore I may conclude me with this Reaſon,
Of Eardly Bliſs it beirs the beſt Degree,
Blythneſs of Hairt in Peace with ſmall Poffefion.
Quod Mr. R. HENRYSON.
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AD-
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ADVICE to his zoung KING.
I.
PRECELAND Prince, haiffing Prerogatyve,
Of Royal Richt in this Region to ring,
I thee befeik against thy Luft to ftryve,
And luve thy God aboif all uther Thing,
And him implore now in thy Zeirs zing
To grant thee Grace thy Subjects to defend,
Quhilk he has given to thee in governing
In Peice and Honour to thy Lyves End.
II.
AND ſen thou ftands in fic a tender Age,
That Nature zit to thee Wiſdome denys;
Therefore ſubmit unto thy Council fage,
And in all Manner work as thay devyſe:
But
Advice to his zoung King.
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But ower all Things keip thee frae Covetyſe,
To princely Honour gif thou wald pretend,
Be liberal ay, then fall thy Fame upryfe,
And win thee Honour to thy Lyves End.
III.
GIF that thou gives dilyver quhen thou hechts,
And nevir let thy Hand thy Hecht delay;
For then thy Hecht and thy Diliverance fechts,
Far bettir war thy Hecht had biden away;
He awis me nocht that ſchortly ſays me nay;
But he that hechts, and cauſes me attend,
Syne gives me not, I may repute him ay,
Ane untrue Dettor to my Lyves End.
IV.
BETTER is the Gut in Feit, than Cramp in Hands,
The Falt of Feit with Horſe thou may ſupport;
But quhen thy Hands are bundin up with Bands,
Nae Surrigiane may cure them, nor Comfort;
But thou them open payntit as a Port,
And freily give fic Gudes as GOD dois fend,
Then may thay mend within a Seafon fchort,
And win the Honour to thy Lyves End.
V. GIVE
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Advice to his zoung King.
V.
GIVE every Man aftir his Faculty,
And with Difcration ftill difpone thy Geir:
Give not to Fules, and cunning Men ower flie,
Tho Fules fould roun and flattir in thine Eir,
Give not to them that dois thy Saws fweir,
Give to them that are true and conftant kend;
Then ower all quhair thy Fame they fall forth beir,
And win the Honour to thy Lyves laſt End.
VI.
SEN thou art Heid, thy Leiges Members all,
Given by God unto thy Governance,
Luke that thou rule the Rute originall,
[vance.
That throw thy Falt no Limb make other Gri-
For quha cannot himſelf gyde and advance?
Quhy fould a Provence upon him depend,
To gyde himſelf that has nae Purveance,
With Peice and Honour to his Lyves laſt End?
VII.
DREID GOD, do Council, of thy Leiges leil
Reward gude Deid, puniſh all Wrang and Vyce,
Thoch that thy Saw be ficker as thy Seil,
Fleme Frawd and be Deffender of Juftice.
Honour
On Confciens.
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Honour all Time thy noble Genterice,
Obey the Kirk; gif thou dois miſs, amend,
Sae fall thou win a Place in Paradyce,
And mak on Eard an honourable End.
Quod HEN. STEwart.
ON
CONSCIENS.
I.
UHEN Doctors preicht to win the Joy eternal,
Into the Heavens, aftir our LORDS Afcens
They Juſtice taught bot Bud or Favour carnal,
And cauſt be puniſht fleſhly vyl Offens,
Gave Benifice to Clerks of CONSCIENS;
And fae the Feynd had fic Envy thereon.
Away he gart frae Confciens ſcrape the Con,
And then behind was only left Sciens.
II. THEN
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On Confciens.
II.
THEN were all Clerks for Sciens fune promovit,
And them that wald to Study maiſt apply:
But zit the Feynd at Sciens was comuvit,
And gart frae Sciens fcrape away the Sci.
Sae only Ens was left by his flie Envy,
Quhilk ay fould be for Gold and Geir expont,
Quhairby Benifices are now diſpont
But Confciens or Sciens to fell and buy.
III.
O Sovraign LORD, and maiſt excellent King,
Gar put the Con and Sci again to Ens,
And rule thy Realm with Juftice in thy Ring;
Give Benifice to Clerks of Confciens,
With Truth and Honour to ftand thy Defens:
Sae in thy Court that Confciens be clene,
For vyle Corruption or thy Days has bene,
Againſt Juſtice, with uthir great Offens.
Quod STEWART.
On
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On the CREATION, and
PARADYCE loft.
I.
GOD by His Word His Wark began,
To form this Erth and Hevin for Man,
The Sie and Watter deip;
The Sun, the Mune and Stars fae bricht,
The Day devydit from the Nicht,
Thair Courſes juſt to keip;
The Beifts that on the Grund do muve,
And Fiſhes in the Sie;
Fowls in the Air to flie abuve,
Of ilk Kind formed HE':
Sum creiping, fum fleiting,
Sum fleing in the Air,
Sae heichly, fae lichtly,
In muving heir and thair.
M
II. THIR
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On the Creation,
II.
THIR Warks of gret Magnificence,
Perfytit by His Providence,
According to His Will:
Nixt He made Man; To gife him Glore,
Did with His Image him decore,
Gaife Paradyce him till;
Into that Garden hevinly wrocht,
With Pleaſures mony a one,
The Beifts of every Kynd wer brocht,
Thair Names he fuld expone;
Theſe kenning and nameing,
As them he lift to call,
For eifing and pleiſing
Of Man, fubdued them all.
III.
IN heavenly Joy Man fae poffeſt,
To be alane GOD thocht not beft,
Made Eve to be his Maik;
Bad them increafs and multiplie,
And of the Fruit frae every Tree-
Thair Pleaſure they fuld take,
Except
and Paradyce loft.
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Except the Tree of Gude and Ill
That in the Midſt dois ſtand,
Forbad that they fuld cum thertill,
Or twitch it with thair Hand;
Left luking and plucking,
Baith they and all thair Seid,
Seveirly, awſteirly,
Suld die without Remeid.
IV.
Now Adam and his lufty Wyfe
In Paradyce leidand thair Lyfe,
With Pleaſures infineit;
Wanting nae thing fuld do them Eaſe,
The Beifts obeying them to pleife,
As they could wiſh in Spreit:
Behald the Serpent ſullenlie
Envyand Mans Eſtate,
With wicket Craft and Subtiltie
Eve temptit with Defait;
Nocht feiring, but ſpeiring,
Quhy ſcho tuke not her till,
In uſing and chufing
The Fruit of Gude and Ill?
V. COM-
1
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On the Creation,
V.
COMMANDIT us, fcho faid, the LORD,
Noways therto we fuld accord,
Undir eternall Pain;
But grantit us full Libertie
To eit the Fruit of every Tree,
Except that Tree in plain.
No, no, nocht fae, the Serpent ſaid,
Thou art defaifet therin;
Eit ze therof, ze fall be made
F
In Knawledge lyke to Him,
In feiming and deiming
Of every thing aricht,
As dewlie, as trewly,
As ze wer Gods of Micht.
VI.
EVE thus with theſe fals Words allurit,
Eit of the Fruit, and fyne procurit
Adam the ſame to play:
Behald, faid fcho, how precious,
Sae dilicate and delicious,
Befyde Knawledge for ay:
Adam
and Paradyce loft.
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Adam puft up in warldly Glore,
Ambition and high Pryd,
Eit of the Fruit; allace therfore,
And fae they baith did flyd;
Neglecting, forzetting
The eternall GODS Command,
Quha fcurged and purged
Them quyt out of that Land.
VII.
QUHEN they had eiten of that Fruit,
Of Joy then war they deftitute,
And ſaw thair Bodys bare.
Annon they paſt with all thair Speid,
Of Leives to mak themſelves a Weid,
To cleith them, was thair Care:
During the Tyme of Innocence,
Nae Sin or Schame they knew,
Frae Tyme they gat Experience,
Unto ane Bufs they drew,
Abyding and hyding,
As GOD fuld not them fee,
Quha ſpyed, and cryed,
Adam, quhy hyds thou thee?
VIII. I
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On the Creation,
VIII.
I being naikit, LORD, throu Feir,
For Schame I durft not to compeir,
And fae I did refuſe:
Had thou not eiten of the Tree,
That Knowledge had not bein in thee,
Nor zit nae fic Excuſe;
The Helper, LORD, thou gaife to me,
Has cawfit me to tranfgrefs,
Sayd fcho, the Serpent fubtillie,
Perfuadit me nae lefs,
Intreiting, be eiting,
That we fuld be perfyte,
Me fylit, begylit;
In him lyes all the Wyte.
IX.
JEHOVE that evir juged richt,
Bringing His Juſtice to the Licht,
The Serpent firſt did juge:
Becauſe the Woman thou begylt,
For evir thou fall be exylt,
Said He, without Refuge;
Betwixt
and Paradyce loft.
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Betwixt her Seid and thy Offſpring
Nae Peace nor Reft fall be,
And hir Seid fall thy Heid doun thring,
For all thy Subtiltie;
Abhorred, deformed,
Thou on thy Breift fall gang,
In feiding and leiding
Thy Lyfe the Beifts amang.
X.
THE Woman nixt, for her Offence,
Did of the LORD reſave Sentence,
Her Sorrow fuld encreaſe,
With Wae and Pain her Childrene beir,
Subdewt to Man, under his Feir,
No Libertie poffefs:
For Adams Falt he curfd the Erth,
That barrane it fuld be,
Without Labour fuld zield nae Birth
Of Corns, nor Herb, nor Tree;
Bot working and irking
For evir fuld remain,
And being in deing,
In Erth returnd again.
XI. O
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On the Creation,
XI.
O cruel Serpent venemous,
Diſpytfull and feditious,
The Grund of all our Care;
Thou fals-bound Slave unto the Devill,
Thou firft Inventar of this Evill
Of Blifs, quhilk made us bare;
O devlifh Slave, did thou believe,
Or hou had thou fic Grace,
Therby for evir thou micht live
Abuve into that Place:
Thy Grudging gat Scrudging,
And fae GOD lute the fe,
Defavers no Cravers
Of His Reward fuld be.
XII.
O dainty Dame, with Eirs bent
That harkent to that fals Serpent,
Thy Bains we may fair ban;
Without Excufe thou art to blame,
Thou juſtly has obtaint that Name,
The very Wo of Man:
With
and Paradyce loft.
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With Teirs we may bewail and greit
That wickit Tyme and Tyde,
Quhen Adam was obligit to fleip,
And thou tane off his Syde.
No Sleiping bot Weiping
Thy Seid hes fund ſenſyne,
Thy Eiting and Sweiting,
Is turn'd to Wo and Pyn.
XIII.
ADAM, thy Part, quha can excuſe,
With Knawledge thou that did abuſe
Thyne awn Felicitie.
The Serpent his inventing fals,
The Womans fune conſenting als,
Was nocht fae wicketly.
God did prefer thee to this Day,
And them fubdewt to thee,
Sae all that they culd mein or fay,
Suld not have moved thee
To brecking, abjecting
That hie Command of Lyfe
Quhilk gydid, provydit
The ay to live bot Stryf.
XIV. BE-
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On the Creation.
XIV.
BEHALD the State that Man was in,
And als how it he tynt throw Sin,
And loft the fame for ay;
Zet GOD His Promiſe dois perform,
Sent His Son of the Virgin born,
Our Ranſome deir to pay.
To that great God let us give Glore,
To us has bein fae gude,
Quha be His Grace did us reſtore,
Quherof we were denude;
Not careing nor ſparing
His Body to be rent,
Redeiming, releiving
Us quhen we wer all ſchent.
Quod Sir RICHd. Maitland
of Lethingtoun, Knt.

The
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I.
HIS Nicht in Sleip I was agaft,
THIS
Methocht the Deil was tempand faſt,
People with Aiths of Crueltie,
Sayand as throw the Fair he paſt,
Renunce zour GOD, and cum to me.
II.
METHOCHT as he went forth the Way,
A Preiſt ſweirt braid be God verry,
Quhilk at the Alter refſavit he:
Thou art my Clerk, the Deil can ſay,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
III.
THEN fwore a Courtier of grit Pryd,
Be Chryſts Woundis bludy and wyd,
And be his Harmis was rent on Tree;
Then ſpak the Deil hard him befyd,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
IV. A
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The Devils Advice
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IV.
A Merchant as he Geir did fell,
Renuncit his Part of Heaven for Hell:
The Deil cryd, Welcome mot thou be,
Thou fall be Merchand for my fell,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
V.
A Goldſmith ſaid, This Goldis fae fyne,
That all the Warkmanſhip I tyne,
The Feynd reffaife me, gif I lie.
Think on, quod Nik, that thou art myne;
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
VI.
A Tailzior faid, In all this Town,
Be thair a bettir weil made Gown,
I gife me to the Feynd all frie:
Gramercy Tailzeor, faid Mahoun,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
VII.
A Soutar faid, In gude Effeck,
Nor I be hangit be the Neck,
Gif better Butes of Lether be.
Fy, quoth the Deil, thou fawrs of Blek,
Gae clenge the clene, and cum to me.
VIII. A
to his beft Freinds.
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VIII.
A Baxter faid, I quat with God,
And all His Warks baith even and od,
Gif fyner Stuff ther neids to be.
The Devil leuch, and gae him a Nod,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
IX.
THE Flefhour ſwore be Sacrament,
And be the Blude maift inocent,
Neir fattir Fleſh Man faw with Ee.
The Deil faid, Hald on thy Intent,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
X.
THE Maltman ſays, I Bliſs forfake,
And may the Deil of Hell me taik,
Give ony better Malt may be,
And of this Kill I haif Inlaik,
Says Sathan, Cum thy Ways to me.
XI.
A Browfter ſwore the Malt was ill,
Baith reid and reikit on the Kill,
It will be nae Ale worth a Flie;
A Boll will not fax Gallons fill:
Mahoun cryis, Cum and maſk with me.
XII. THE
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The Devils Advice
XII.
THE Smith he ſwore be Rude and Raip,
Intill a Gallows mot I gaip,
Gif I ten Days win Pennies three,
For laik of Ale I Water laip:
Quod Nic, Thoull get far les with me.
XIII.
A Minſtrel ſaid, The Feynd me ryve,
Gif I do ocht but drink and yve:
The Deil faid, Hardly mot it be,
Exerce that Craft throu all thy Lyfe,
And thouill be fure to cum to me.
XIV.
A Dycer bad, with Words of Stryf,
The Deil cum ſtick him with a Knyf;
But he keft up fair Syces three:
The Deil ſaid, Endit is thy Lyfe,
Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me.
XV.
A Theif ſaid, Ill that eir I chaip,
Nor a ſtark Woddy gar me gaip,
But I in Hell for Geir wald be.
The Deil faid, Welcom in a Raip,
Gae lift a Cow, and cum to me.
XVI. THE
to his beſt Freinds.
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XVI.
THE Fiſh-wyves flet, and ſwore with Granes,
And to Auld-nick fauld Flefh and Banes,
And gaif them with a Schout on hie.
The Deil cryd, Welcome all attaines,
Sling by zour Creils, and cum to me.
XVII.
METHOCHT the Deils as blak as Pik,
Solifand were as Beis thick,
Ay tempand Folk with Ways flie,
Rounand to Robin and to Dick,
Renunce zour Creid, and cum to me.
Quod DUNBAR.

THE
1
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sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk sk
w
THE
Claith-Merchant;
Or, a Ballat made on Jonet Reid, Jean
Violet, and Anna Whyt, being flicht
Women, and Taverners.
I.
F Collours cleir,
OF
Quha lykes to weir,
Are mony Sorts into this Toun,
Grene, Zellow, Blew,
And ilka Hew,
Baith Paris Black, and Inglis Broun;
Braw London Sky,
Quha lykes to buy,
Colour de Roy is clene laid down,
And Dunde Gray
This mony a Day
Is lichtlyt baith be Lad and Loun.
!
II. BUT
The Claith-Merchant.
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II.
BUT ſtanch my Fyking,
And ftryd my Lyking,
Are feimly Hews for Simmer Play;
Din dipt in Zellow
For ilka gude fallow,
As Will of Quhyt-hauch bad me ſay;
I will not deny it
To them that will buy it,
For Silver nane fall be ſaid nay;
Ze neid not plenze,
It will not ſtenzie,
Suppoſe ye weit it Nicht and Day.
III.
AND I have Quhyt
Of great Delyt,
And Violet quha lykes to weir,
Weil wearand Reid
Till ze be dead;
It fall not failzie, tak ze no Feir.
The Quhyt is gude,
And richt weil lued,
But
N
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The Claith-Merchant.
But zit the Reid is twice as deir:
The Violet fyne,
Baith freſh and fyne,
Sall ferve ye Hofeing for a Zeir.
IV.
THE Quhyt is teuch,
And freſh enouch,
Saft as the Silk, as all Men feis.
The Reid is bonny,
And focht be mony;
They hyve about the Houſe lyke Beis.
'My Violet faft,
Quhen ye have coft,
Will ply lyk Satin to zour Theis;
Sure be my witting
Not burnt in the Litting,
Suppoſe baith Lads and Limmers leis.
V.
Or thir thrie Hews
I haif left Clews,
To be our Court-Men Winter Weid,
Weill
The Claith-Merchant.
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Weill twynt and fmal,
The beſt of them all
May weir the Claith for Woul and Threid;
But in the Wawk-mill,
The Wedder is ill:
Theſe are not drying Days indeid;
And gif it be wat,
I hecht for that,
It tuggs in Holes and gaes abreid.
VI.
ZIT its weil wawkit,
Cardit and cawkit,
As warm a Weid as weir the Dule,
Weil wrocht in Luims,
With Wobfters Guims,
Baith thick and nymble gaes the Spule;
Cottond and fhorn,
The mair it be worn,
Ze will find zour fell the greater Fule,
Zit bony forfuith,
Cum buyit in my Buith,
To mak ze Garments againſt Zule.
VII. THIR
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The Claith-Merchant.
*
VII.
THIR mixt togither,
Zour fell may confider,
Quhat fyner Colour can there be fund,
And namely for Breiks,
Gif ony Man feiks,
Heill purchace the Pair ay for a Pund:
Abeit it be ſkant,
Nae Wowars fall want,
That to my bidding will be bund,
Weil may they bruik it,
They neid not luke it,
But grape it Mirklyns be the Grund.
VIII.
OUR Court-Men heir,
Has made my Claith deir,
Raifd it Twall-penies of ilka Ell,
Zit is my Claith ſure,
Beſt Sadles to cure,
Suppoſe the hale Seffion fhould ryd themſel.
The Violet certain,
Was maid at Dumbartain;
The Reid was wawkit at Dunkell:
The
The Claith-Merchant.
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The Quhyt has bein dicht
In mony mirk Nicht,
But Tyme and Place I cannot weil tell.
IX.
Now gif ye work wyſlie,
And ſhape it precyflie;
The Ellwand
*
Gif the Bys be wyde,
Gar lay it on Syde;
And fae ze cannot weil gae wrang;
And for the lang Liſt,
It wald be fewd faſt,
And care not by how deip ze gang;
But want ze quhyt Threid,
Ye will not cum ſpeid,
Black Waluway maun be zour Sang.
x.
AND tho it be auld,
And Twenty Tymes fald,
Zit will the Freprie ot mak ze fain,
With
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The Claith-Merchant.
With Oyls to renew it,
And mak it weil hewt,
And gar it glans lyk Silk in Grain;
Syne with the fleik Stains
That fervis for the Nains,
They raiſe the Pyle quhen it falls plain:
To
With mony braid Aith,
We fell this fame Claith,
gar the Buyers cum faſt again.
XI.
Now is my Wob wrocht,
And arlet and bocht,
Cum lay the Payment in my Hand;
And gif my Claith felzie,
Zeis not pay a Melzie,
The Wob fall be at zour Command.
The Market is thrang,
And will not laft lang;
They buy faſt in the Border Land;
Abeit I haif Tinfel;
Zit maun I tak Handfell,
To pay my Buith-Mail and my Stand.
XII. MY
The Claith-Merchant.
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:
XII.
My Claith wald be lude,
Be great Men of gude,
Gif Lads and Lowns wald let me be,
Zit maun I excuſe them;
How can I refuſe them,
Sen all Mens Penny maks him frie?
The beſt and Gay ot,
My felf tuke a Sey ot,
A Wylie-coat I will nocht lie,
Quhilk did me nae Harm,
But held my Coft warm,
A fymple Merchant ye may fee.
XIII.
THIS far to relive me,
That nane may reprive me,
In Fedbrugh at the Juſticeair,
This Sang of thrie Laffes
Was made abune Glaffes,
That Tyme that they wer Tapfters thair.
The firſt was a Quhyt,
A Lafs of Delyte;
The
184 On K. James V. his Miftreffes.
The Violet was baith gude and fair:
Keip Reid frae all Skaith.
Scho is wordie them baith;
Sae to be ſhort I ſay nae mair.
Quod SEMPLE.
On King JAMES V. his three
Miſtreſſes.
Aw not thy Seid on Sandylands,
SAW
Spend not thy Strength on Weir,
And ryd not on the Oliphant,
For hurting of thy Geir.

THE
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THE
LYON and the MOUS.
IN
I.
Midſt of June, that jolly Seaſon ſweit,
Quhen Phebus fair, with his warm Beams fae
bricht
Had dryit frae Dale and Dawn the dewy Weit,
And all the Land made with his leiming Licht,
In a gay Morn, betwixt Mid-day and Nicht,
I raiſe and put all Slouth and Sleip on Syde,
And went allone untill a Forreſt wyde.
II.
SWEIT was the Smell of Flowirs, blae, quhyt and
reid,
The Noyfe of Birds was maiſt melodious,
The bobing Bews bluimd braid abune my Heid,
The Grund growand with Grafs maiſt verderous,
Of all Pleifance that Place was plenteous,
With ſweit Odour and Birds faft Hermonie,
The Morning myld increaſd the Mirth and Glee.
III. THE
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The Lyon and the Mous.
III.
THE Roſes reid arrayt the Rone and Ryſs,
The Primroſe and the Purpure Violae ;
To heir it was a Poynt of Paradyce,
Sic Mirth the Mavis and the Merle couth mae;
The Blofoms blyth brak up on Bank and Brae,
The Smell of Herbs, and the Wing-minftrell Cry,
Contending quha ſould haif the Victory.
IV.
ME to conferve frae the Suns birning Heit,
Undir the Schadow of an Awthorn-grene,
I leant me doun amang the Flowirs fweit,
Syn made a Crofs, and closed baith myne Een;
On Sleip I fell amang the Bewis bein,
And in my Dream methocht came throw the Schaw
The fairest Man that eir before I faw.
V.
His Goun was of a Claith as quhyte as Milk,
His Chymers wer of Chamelet Purpure broun,
His Hude of Scarlet, borderit round with Silk
In hekle Ways, untill his Girdle doun;
Of the auld Faffoun was his Bonnat roun,
His Heid was quhyt, his Een was grene and gray,
With lokar Hair, quhilk owre his Shulder lay.
VI. A
The Lyon and the Mous.
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VI.
A Row of Paper in his Hand he bair,
A Swans quhyt Pen ſtickand beneth his Eir,
Ane Inkhorn with a pretty gilt Pennair,
A Bag of Silk, all at his Belt he weir;
Thus was he gudely grathit in his Geir,
Of Stature large, and with a feirfull Face,
To quher I lay he came with ſturdy Pace.
VII.
AND fayd, God-ſpeid, my Son, and I was fain
Of that couth Word, and of his Company;
With Reverence I falutet him again,
Welcome Fader, and he fat doun by me;
Difpleis zou not, my gude Mafter, tho I
Demand zour Birth, zour Facultie and Name,
Quhat brings ze hier, and quher ze dwell at hame?
VIII.
My Son, he fayd, I am of gentle Blude,
My natall Land is Rome, withouten nay,
And in that Toun firſt to the Schulis I zied,
And ſtudyt Sciens ther full mony a Day,
And now my winning is in Heaven for ay;
Eſope I hecht my Wryting and my Wark,
Is couth and kend to many a cunnand Clark.
IX. O
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The Lyon and the Mous.
IX.
O Maiſter Eſope, Poet and Laureat,
God wate ze are full deir welcome to me;
Are ze not he that all thir Fables wrat,
Quhilk in Effect, altho they fenziet be,
Are full of Prudence and Moralitie?
Fair Son, he fayd, I am the famyne Man;
My flichterand Heart I wate grew mirry than.
X.
ESOPE, faid I, my Maifter venerable,
I heartilie zou beſeik, for Cheritie,
Ze wald dedene to tell a pritty Fable,
Concludand with a gude Moralitie;
Schekand his Heid, he fayd, My Son let be,
For quhat ift worth to tell a fenziet Tale,
Quhen hale preiching may naithing now avail?
XI.
Now in this Warld methinks richt few or nane
To haly Scripture has the leiſt Regaird;
The Eir is deif, the Hairt is hard as Stane,
They nevir mynd Punition or Rewaird,
Thair Lukes inclynand allways to the Eard;
Sae rouftet is the Warld with Canker black,
That all my Tales may little Succour mak.
XII. ZIT
The Lyon and the Mous.
189
XII.
ZIT gentle Sr, fayd I, for my Requieſt,
Not to difpleis zour Fatherheid I pray,
Undir the Figure of fum brutal Beiſt,
A moral Fable ze wald grant to ſay;
Quha kens nor I may leir and beir away
Sumthing therby, hereaftir may avail:
I grant, quoth he, and thus began his Tale.
XIII.
A Lyon at his Prey weiry forrun,
To recreate his Limbs and tak his Reft,
Beikand his Breift and Bellie at the Sun,
Undir a Tree lay in the fair Foreſt;
Then came a Trip of Myce out of thair Neft,
Richt tait and trig, all danſand in a Gyſs,
And owre the Lyon lanfit twyfs or thryſs.
XIV.
He lay fae ftill, the Myce was not affeird,
But to and frae atowre him tuke thair Trace;
Sum tirlt at the Whiskers of his Beird,
Sum did not ſpare to claw him on the Face:
Merry and glade thus danfit they a Space,
Till at the laſt the nobil Lyon wouk,
And with his Paw the Maifter Mous he tuke.
XV. HE
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The Lyon and the Mous.
XV.
He gaif a Cry, and all the laif agaſt,
Their Danſing left, and hid them heir and thair;
He that was tane cryit out and weipit faſt,
And fayd, Allace for now and evermair!
Now am I tane a wofull Prifoner,
And for my Gilt believes incontinent
Jugement to thole, and unto Death be ſent.
XVI.
THEN fpak the Lyon to that carefull Mous,
Thou catyve Wretch, and vyle unwordy Thing,
Owre malapert and owre preſumpteous,
Thou was to mak atowre me thy Tripping;
Know thou not weil I was baith Lord and King
Of all the Beiſts?-This (quod the Mous) I knaw,
But I miſknew, becauſe ze lay fae law.
XVII.
LORD, I befiek thy Princely Ryaltie,
Heir quhat I ſay, and tak in Patience;
Confidder firſt my fimple Povertie,
And fyne thy mighty high Magnificence;
Se als how Things that is done by negligence,
Not frae malicious Thocht, or ill deſynd,
Sould gain Remiffion frae a Kingly Mynd.
XVIII. WITH
The Lyon and the Mous.
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XVIII.
WITH gret Aboundance we wer all repliet
Of alkynd Fude, fic as to us affeird,
And us to dans, provokit the Seaſon fweit,
And mak fic Mirth as Nature to us laird;
Ze lay fae ftill and law upon the Eard,
That be my Saul we weind ze had bein deid,
Ells wald we not haif danſit owre zour Heid.
XIX.
THY falſe Excufe, the Lyon fayd again,
Sall not avail a Myt, I undertae;
I put the Cafe, had I bene deid or flain,
And fyne my Skin bene ftapit full of Strae,
Thocht thou had found my Figure lyand ſae,
Becauſe it bare the Prent of my Perfoun,
Thou fould for Dreid on Kneis haif falen doun.
XX.
Now for thy Cryme thou can mak nae Defence,
My Ryal Perſon thus to vylipend,
Nowther by Forfs nor thyne oun Negligence,
For till Excufe thou can nae Cauſe prettend;
Therfore thou fuffer fall a fchamefull End,
And Deid, fic as to Treffon is decreit,
To be hung on a Gallows be the Fiet.
XXI. O
192 The Lyon and the Mous.
XXI.
O Mercy, Lord! at thy Gentrice I aſs,
As thou art King of all Beifts corronat,
Sobir thy Wrath, and let thyn Yre owrepaſs,
And mak thy Mynd to Mercy inclynat;
I grant Offens is done to thy Eftate,
Therfore I wirdy am to fuffir Deid,
But gif thy Kingly Mercy reik Remeid.
XXII.
IN evry Juge Mercy and Rewth fuld be,
As Affeffors and collaterall;
Without Mercy, Juſtice is Crewelltie,
As faid is in the Law ſpirituall:
When Rigour fits upon the hygh Tribunall,
The Equitie of Law quha may ſuſtain?
Richt few or nane bot Mercy gae betwein.
XXIII.
BESYDS ze knaw the Honour Triumphs zeild,
To every Victor, on the Strength depends
Of his Compeir, quhilk manly in the Feild,
Throw Jepordy of Arms he lang deffends;
Quhat Pryce or Lowding, quhen the Battle ends,
Is fayd of him that overcomes a Man;
Him to deffend that nowther dow nor can.
XXIV. A
The Lyon and the Mous.
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XXIV.
A Thouſand Myce to murder and devore,
Is litle Manheid in a Lyon ftrang;
Full litle Worſhip can ze win thairfore,
To quhofe vaft Strenth is nae Compareſon:
It will degrad ſum Part of zour Renown
To flay a Mous that can mak nae Deffence,
But aſkand Mercy at zour Excellence.
XXV.
ALSO it not becomes zour Celfitude,
That uſes daylie Meit delicious,
To fyle zour Lipps or Grinders with my Blude,
Quhilk to zour Stomak is contagious;
Unhalefom Melteth is a fairy Mous,
And namely to a nobil Lyon ſtrang,
Wont to be fed with gentil Veniſon.
XXVI.
My Lyfe is litle, and my Deid far leſs;
Zit, gif I live, I may peraventure
Supplie zour Highnes being in Diſtreſs:
For aft is fene a Man of fmall Stature
Refkewed has a Lord of hygh Honnour,
Kept that has bene in Poynt to be owre-thrawn,
Throu Fortunes Falt; fic Cafe me be zour awn.
XXVII. QUHEN
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The Lyon and the Mous.
XXVII.
QUHEN this was fayd, the generous Lyon paufit,
And thocht this arguing did not Reaſon want;
His Yre affwageit, and his kynd Mercy caufit
Him to the Mous a full Remiffion grant,
Opent his Paw; He on his Kneis doun bent,
And baith his Hands unto the Heaven upheild,
Cryand, Almichty Jove give zou lang Eild.
XXVIII.
QUHEN he was gane, the Lyon zeid to hunt,
For he had nocht, but livd upon his Prey,
And flew baith tame and wyld, as he was wont,
And in the Countrie made a grit Deray;
Till at the laſt the People fand the Way
This crewell Lyon with a Girn to tak,
Of hempin Cords richt ftrang Netts coud they mak.
XXIX.
AND in a Road quhair he was wont to rin,
With Raips rude frae Trie to Trie it band,
Syne cufte a Raing on Raw the Wod within,
With Blafts of Horns and Cauits faft calland;
The Lyon fled, and throu the Rone rinnand
Fell in the Net, and hankit Fute and Heid,
For all his Strenth he coud mak nae Remeid.
XXX. ROLAND
The Lyon and the Mous.
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XXX.
ROLAND about with hydious Rowmiffing,
Quhyles to quhyles frae, gif he micht Succor get;
But all in vain, that velziet him naething,
The mair he flang, the fafter he was knit:
The Raips rude about him fae was plet
On every Syde, that Succor faw he nane,
But ftill lyand, thus murnand maid his Mane.
XXXI.
O fair lameit Lyon, liggand heir ſae law,
Quhair is the Micht of thy Magnificence,
Of quhom all brutal Beiſt in Eard ſtand Aw,
And dreid to luke on thy gret Excellence;
Bot Hope or Help, bot Succor or Defence,
In ftrang Hemp-bands heir maun I ly, allace!
Till I be flain, I ſe nae uther Grace.
XXXII.
THER is nae Joy that will my Harms wraik,
Nor Creature to do Comfort to my Crown,
Quha fall me bute? Quha fall thir Bands brek?
Quha fall me put frae Pain of this Priſon?
Be that he had his Lamentation done,
Perchance the litle pardond Mous came neir,
And of the Lyon hard the pityous Beir.
XXXIII. AND
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The Lyon and the Mous.
XXXIII.
AND fuddainly it came intill his Mynd
That it fuld be the Lyon did him Grace,
And fayd, Now wer I fals and richt unkynd,
Bot gif I quit fum Part thy Gentilneſs
Thou did to me,
and on with that he
To all his Maiks, and on them faft did cry,
gaes
Cum help, cum help; and they came all on hy.
XXXIV.
Lo, quoth the Mous, this is our Ryal Lord,
Quha gaif me Grace quhen I was by him tane,
And now is faft heir fanklet in a Cord,
Wrekand his Hurt with Murning fair and Mane,
Bot we him help, of Suplie kens he nane;
Cum help to quyt ane gude Turn with annither,
Sae beit, cryd all; fyn fell to Wark togither.
XXXV.
THEY tuke nae Knyf, thair Teith wer fherp enewgh;
To ſe that Sicht forfuith it was grit Wonder,
How that they ran amang the Halters tewgh,
Before, behind, fum zeid abune, ſum under,
And ſchure the Raips with the maiſt eiſs in Sunder,
and he ſtart up annone,
Syne bad him ryſe,
And thankit them; fyn to the Bent is gane.
XXXVI. Now
The Moralitie.
197
XXXVI.
Now dois the Lyon frie of Danger ſkour,
Lowſe, and delivert till his Libertie,
By litle Animals of ſmalleſt Power,
As ze haif hard, becauſe he had Pitie:
Quoth I, Maifter, is ther Moralitie
Into this Fable? Son, fayd he, richt gude;
I pray zou gieft, quoth I, or ze conclude.
The MORALITIE.
XXXVII.
WE may ſuppoſe this Lyon of Renoun
May fignifie ane Emperour or King,
Or ony Poteftate that weirs a Croun,
That fould be wakryfe in his governing,
But of his Peple taks flicht noticeing,
To rule and ſteir the Land, and Juſtice keip,
But lazy lyes in luftie Slouth and Sleip.
XXXVIII.
THE Foreft fair with Bloffoms lown and lie,
The fingand Birds and Flowirs fae ferly ſweit,
Ar but this Warld, and his Proſperitie,
As Pleifands fals mingillit with Care repleit,
Richt, as the Rofe with Froft and Winter weit,
Wallous; fae dois the Warld and them defaif
That Confidence in lufty Pleaſures haif.
XXXIX. THIR
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The Moralitie.
XXXIX.
THIR litle Myce ar Comonalitie,
Wanton, unwyfe, without Corection due;
Sic Lords and Princes, quhen they chanſs to ſe
That execute, the richteous Laws on few,
They dreid naithing, but with rebellious Brow
Dar diſobey; for quhy? they ftand nae Aw,
That maks them aft thair Soverains to miſknaw.
XL.
AND be this Fable, Lords of prudent Sence
Confidder may the Virtue of Pitie,
And fuld remit fumtyme a grit Offence,
And Mercy metigate with Crueltie;
Aftymes is fene a Man of ſmall Degree
Has quit a Common baith for Gude and Ill,
As Lords has Rigour done, or Grace him till.
XLI.
QUHA wates how fune a Lord of grit Renoun,
Rowand in warldly Luft and vain Pleiſance,
May be owrthrawin, diftroyed, or put doun
Throu Fortune fals, that of all Variance
Is hale Miftres, and Leader of the Dance
To lufty Men, and binds them up fae ſoir,
That they nae Perell can provyd befor.
XLII. THIR
The Moralitie.
199
XLII.
THIR crewell Men that ſtentit has the Net
In quhilk the Lyon fuddenlie was tane,
Waited allway that they a Mends micht get;
For Hurt, Men wryts with Steil in Marble-ſtane,
Mair till expone, as now, I let alane:
But King and Lord may weil wate what I mein,
The Figure hereof aftymes has bein fene.
XLIII.
QUHEN this was fayd, quoth Eſop, My fair Chyld,
Perſuade the Kirkmen eydentlie to pray,
That Treafon off this Countrie be exyld,
That Juftice ring, and Nobles keip their Fay
Unto thair Soverain Lord baith Nicht and Day:
And with that Word he vaneift, and I woke,
Syne throu the Schaw my Jurney hamewart tuke.
Quod Mr. Ro. HENRYSON.
THE
200
THE
TOD and the LAMB,
OR,
Follows the Wowing of the King when
he was at Dumfermeling.
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кара
88
なー
​I.
His hinder Nicht in Dumfermeling,
THIS
To me was tald a wonder Thing,
That late a Tod was with a Lamb,
And with hir playd, and made gude Game;
Syne to his Breift did hir imbrace,
And wald haif ridden hir lyk a Ram,
And that methocht a ferly Cafe.
II.
HE braiſt hir bonny Bodie fweit,
And halft hir with his forder Feit,
Syne ſchuke his Tail with Whindge and Zelp;
And todlit with hir lyke a Quhelp,
Then lourit on growf, and aſked Grace;
And ay the Lamb cryd, Lady help,
And that methocht a ferly Cafe.
III. THE
1
The Tod and the Lamb. 201
III.
THE Tod was nowthir lein nor fcowry,
He was a lufty reid-haird Lowry,
Ane lang taild Beift and grit withall;
The filly Lamb was all to ſmall,
With fic a Trible to hald a Baſe:
Scho fled him not, fair mot her fall,
And that methocht a ferly Cafe.
IV.
THE Tod was reid, the Lamb was quhyte,
Scho was a Morfell of Delyte;
He luvit nae Ews auld teuch and Sklender,
Becauſe this Lamb was zung and tender.
He ran upon her with a Race,
And ſcho ſchup nevir to defend hir,
And this methocht a ferly Cafe.
V.
He gripit her about the Waiſt,
And handilt her as gif in Haſte;
This Inocent that neir treſpaſt,
Tuke Heart that ſcho was handilt faſt,
And lute him kiſs her lufty Face:
His girnand Gams hir nocht agaſt,
And that methocht a ferly Caſe.
VI. HE
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The Tod and the Lamb.
VI.
He held hir till him be the Hals,
And ſpake full fair thocht he was fals;
Syne faid and fwore to hir in Mode,
That he fuld not twitch hir Prein-cod.
The filly Thing trow'd him, allace!
The Lamb gaif Creddance to the Tod,
And that methocht a ferly Caſe.
VII.
I will nae Leifings put in Verſe,
Lyke as fum Janglers do reherſe;
But be quhat Manner they wer mard,
Quhen Licht was out and Dores were bard:
I wate not gif he gaif hir Grace;
But Winnocks all were ftappit hard,
And that methocht a ferly Caſe.
VIII.
QUHEN Folk do fleit in Joy maift far,
Thair fune cums Wae or they be War,
Quhen carpand wer thir twa maiſt crouſe,
The Wolf he umbeſet the Houſe,
Upon the Tod to make a Chace:
The Lamb ſcho cheipit lyke a Mouſe,
And that methocht a ferly Caſe.
IX. THROW
The Tod and the Lamb.
203
IX.
THROW hydious Howling of the Wowf,
This wylie Tod plait doun on Growf;
And in the filly wie Lambs Skin,
He crap as far as he micht win,
And hid him thair a gay lang Space;
The Ews befyde they made nae Din,
And that methocht a ferly Caſe.
X.
QUHEN of the Tod was heerd nae Peip,
The Wowf wont all had bene afleip;
And quhyle the Tod had ſtriken Ten,
The Wowf he dreft him to his Den,
Proteftand for the ſecond Place:
And this Report I with my Pen,
How at Dumfermling fell the Cafe.
Quod DUNBAR.
On
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CÈXX5D CÈXX5D CÈXA5D CÈXA59 cess cess
Sa Sa a S¿ą? Wa
On anes being his own Enemy.
I.
E that has Gold and Riches great,
HE
And may live at a merry Rate;
And Gladness dois frae him expell,
And lives into a wretched State;
He worketh Sorrow to himfell.
II.
He that may be bot Sturt and Stryf,
And live a lufty lightſome Lyfe,
And ſyne with Marriage dois him mell,
And buckles with a wicked Wyfe,
He worketh Sorrow to himfell.
III.
HE that has for his awin Genzie
A plefand Prop bot Mank or Menzie,
And ſhutes fyne at an uncow Schell,
And is forfairn with Fleis of Spenzie,
He worketh Sorrow to himſell.
IV. AND
On anes being his own Enemy. 205
IV.
AND he that with gude Life and Treuth,
Bot Variance or other Slewth,
Dois evir with a Mafter dwell,
That nevir of him will have Rewth,
He worketh Sorrow to himſell.
V.
Now all this Time let us be merry,
And fet not by this Warld a Cherry,
Now quhyle thair is gude Wyne to fell;
The Cheil that dois on dry Breid wirry,
I give them to the Devil of Hell.
Quod DUNBAR.
The
206
The Benifite of them who have Ladies
wha can be gude Soliciters at Court.
I.
THIR Ladys fair, that mak Repair,
And at the Court are kend,
In three Days thair, they will do mair,
Ane Matter for till end,
Than ther Gude-men will do in Ten,
For any Craft they can,
Sae weil they ken, what Time and quhen,
Thair Manes they fuld mak than.
II.
WITH little Noy they can convoy
A Matter finally,
Richt myld and Moy, and keip it coy,
On Evens fae quietly;
They do no miſs, but gif they kiſs,
And keip Colation,
Quhat Reck of this, thair Matter is
Brocht to Conclufion.
III. THEN
The Benifite of, &c.
207
III.
THEN wit ye weil, they haif grit Feil,
And Matter to folift,
Treft as the Steil, fyne neir a Deil,
Quhen they come hame are miſt.
Thir Lairds they are, methink richt far,
Sic Wyves behalden to,
That fae weil dar gae to the Bar,
Quhen there is ocht to do.
IV.
THEREFORE I reid, gif ze haif Pleid,
Or Matter in the Play,
To mak Remeid, fend in zour Steid
Zour Ladys graitht up gay;
They can deffend, even to the End,
And Matters forth expreſs;
Suppoſe they ſpend, it is unkend;
Thair Geir is nocht the leſs.
V.
In quiet Place, gin they have Space,
Within leſs than twa Hours,
They can percaſe, purchaſe ſum Grace,
At the Compofitours;
Thair
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The Benifite of, &c.
Thair Compofition with full Remiffion,
Thair finally is endit,
With Expedition, and full Condition,
Thair Seals then are to pendit.
VI.
ALL hale almoft they make the Coft,
With fober Recompence,
Richt little loft, they get indorſt,
All hale thair Evidence,
Sic Ladys wyfe, they are to pryze,
To ſay the Verity,
Sae can devyfe, and not ſurpryze
Thame nor thair Honeſty.
Quod DUNBAR.

Annother
209

k mk n k k k k k k k k k R R R R R sk
Annother of the famen Caft,
Pend be the Poet wrote the laft.
I.
THE Ufe of Court richt weil I knaw,
Ladyis Soliceters of the Law;
At hame remain the filly Lairds,
And ſend thair Wyves behind the Yards,
Well ſtuft with Money and Rewards,
To furder thair Errands frae Nicht faw.
II.
In Clouks they cum full braw quhyte cled,
And rouns to have thair Matter ſped;
They give nae Budds,
But on thair Fudds
They get grit Skuds,
In nakit Bed.
P
III. BUT
210
Annother of the famen, &c.
III.
BUT neirtheleſs the Laird maun fyn,
For all hir Miens, a Tun of Wyne:
His Wyfe cums hame thus fynely ufd,
But zit he maun hald hir excufd;
And finaly the Folks that doiſt
Denys and laughs at them baith ſyne.
IV.
THE Laird murns quhen he may not mend it,
His Lady jaipt his Siller ſpend it,
And all his Labour turnd in vain;
But ay the Lady fays full plain,
That ſcho maun to the Court again,
Or els the Plea will not be endit.
V.
HIR Buckler bord, and backward born,
And all hir Cauſe is quite forlorn;
Up gets hir Wame,
Scho thinks nae Schame
Syne to bring hame
The Laird a Horn.
THE
г
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THE
VISION.
Compylit in Latin be a moft lernit Clerk*
in Tyme of our Hair fhip and Oppreffion,
anno 1300, and tranflatit in 1524.
J
I.
BEDOUN the Bents of Banquo Brae
Milane I wandert waif and wae,
Mufand our main Miſchaunce;
How be thay Faes we ar undone,
That ftaw the facred† Stane frae Scone,
And leids us fic a Daunce:
Quhyle
* The Hiftory of the Scots Sufferings, by the unworthy Con-
defcenfion of Baliol to Edward I. of England, till they recovered
their Independence by the Conduct and Valour of the Great Bruce,
is fo univerfally known, that any Argument to this antique Poem
feems uſeleſs.
The old Chair (now in Weftminster Abbey) in which the Scots
Kings were always crown'd, wherein there is a Piece of Marble with
this Infcription;
Ni fallat fatum, SCOTI, quocunque locatum
Invenient lapidem, regnare tenentur ibidem.
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The Vifion.
Quhyle Inglands Edert taks our Tours,
And Scotland ferft obeys,
Rude Ruffians ranfakk Ryal Bours,
And Baliol Homage pays;
Throch Feidom our Freidom
Is blotit with this Skore,
Quhat Romans or no Mans
Pith culd eir do befoir.
II.
THE Air grew ruch with boufteous Thuds,
Bauld Boreas branglit outthrow the Cluds,
Maiſt lyke a drunken Wicht;
The Thunder crakt, and Flauchts did rift
Frae the blak Viffart of the Lift:
The Forreſt ſchuke with Fricht;
Nae Birds abune thair Wing extenn,
They ducht not byde the Blaſt,
Ilk Beift bedeen bangd to thair Den,
Untill the Storm was paft:
Ilk Creature in Nature
That had a Spunk of Sence,
In Neid then, with Speid then,
Methocht cryt, In Defence.
III. To
The Viſion.
213
III.
To fe a Morn in May fae ill,
I deimt Dame Nature was gane will,
To rair with rackles Reil;
Quhairfor to put me out of Pain,
And ſkonce my Skap and Shanks frae Rain,
I bure me to a Beil,
Up ane hich Craig that lundgit alaft,
Out owre a canny Cave,
A curious Cruif of Natures Craft,
Quhilk to me Schelter gaif;
Ther vexit, perplexit,
I leint me doun to weip,
In brief ther, with Grief ther
I dottard owre on Sleip.
IV.
HEIR Somnus in his filent Hand
Held all my Sences at Command,
Quhyle I forzet my Cair;
The myldeſt Meid of mortall Wichts
Quha paſs in Peace the private Nichts,
That wauking finds it rare;
Sae
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The Viſion.
Sae in faft Slumbers did I ly,
But not my wakryfe Mynd,
Quhilk ſtill ſtude Watch, and couth eſpy
A Man with Afpeck kynd,
Richt auld lyke and bauld lyke,
With Baird thre Quarters ſkant,
Sae braif lyke and graif lyke,
He feemt to be a Sanct.
V.
GRIT Darring dartit frae his Ee,
A Braid-ſword ſchogled at his Thie,
On his left Arm a Targe;
A fhynand Speir filld his richt Hand,
Of ftalwart Mak, in Bane and Brawnd,
Of juſt Proportions, large;
A various Rain-bow colourt Plaid
Owre his left Spaul he threw,
Doun his braid Back, frae his quhyt Heid,
The Silver Wymplers grew;
Amaiſit, I gaifit
To fe, led at Command,
A ftrampant and rampant
Ferfs Lyon in his Hand.
VI. QUHILK
The Viſion.
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VI.
QUHILK held a Thiſtle in his Paw,
And round his Collar graift I faw
This Poefie pat and plain,
Nemo me impune lacefs-
-Et:
In Scots, Nane fall oppress
Me, unpunift with Pain;
Still ſchaking, I durſt naithing ſay,
Till he with kynd Accent
Sayd, Fere let nocht thy Hairt affray,
I cum to hier thy Plaint;
Thy graining and maining
Haith laitlie reikd myne Eir,
Debar then affar then
All Eiryneſs or Feir.
VII.
FOR I am ane of a hie Station,
The Warden of this auntient Nation,
And can nocht do the Wrang;
I viffyt him then round about,
Syne with a Reſolution ſtout,
Speird, Quhair he had bene fae lang?
Quod
Work
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The Vifion.
Arou
Quod he, Althocht I ſum forſuke,
Becaus they did me ſlicht,
To Hills and Glens I me betuke,
To them that luves my Richt;
Quhaſe Mynds zet inclynds zet
To damm the rappid Spate,
Devyfing and pryfing
Freidom at ony Rate.
VIII.
OUR Trechour Peirs thair Tyranns treit,
Quha jyb them, and thair Subſtance eit,
And on thair Honour ftramp;
They, pure degenerate! bend thair Baks,
The Victor, Langſhanks, proudly cracks
He has blawn out our Lamp:
Quhyle trew Men, ſair complainand, tell,
With Sobs, thair filent Greif,
How Baliol thair Richts did fell,
With fmall Howp of Releife;
Regretand and fretand
Ay at his curfit Plot,
Quha rammed and crammed
That Bargin doun thair Throt.
IX. BRAIF
The Viſion.
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IX.
BRAIF Gentrie fweir, and Burgers ban,
Revenge is muttert be ilk Clan
Thats to thair Nation trew;
The Cloyſters cum to cun the Evil,
Mailpayers wifs it to the Devil,
With its contryving Crew:
The Hardy wald with hairty Wills,
Upon dyre Vengance fall;
The feckleſs fret owre Heuchs and Hills,
And Eccho Anſwers all,
Repetand and greitand,
With mony a fair Alace,
For Blafting and Caſting
Our Honour in Diſgrace.
X.
WAES me! quod I, our Cafe is bad,
And mony of us are gane mad,
Sen this diſgraceful Paction.
We are felld and herryt now by Forſe;
And hardly Help fort, thats zit warſe,
We are fae forfairn with Faction.
Then
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The Vifion.
Then has not he gude Cauſe to grumble,
Thats forft to be a Slaif;
Oppreffion dois the Judgment Jumble
And gars a wyſe Man raif.
May Cheins then, and Pains then
Infernal be thair Hyre
Quha dang us, and flang us
Into this ugfum Myre.
XI.
THEN he with bauld forbidding Luke,
And ftaitly Air did me rebuke,
For being of Sprite fae mein:
Said he its far beneath a SCOT
To uſe weak Curfes quhen his Lot
May fumtyms four his Splein,
He rather ſould mair lyke a Man,
Some braif Deſign attempt;
Gif its nocht in his Pith, what than,
Reft but a Quhyle content,
Nocht feirful, but cheirful,
And wait the Will of Fate,
Which mynds to defygns to
Renew zour auntient State.
XII. I
The Vifion.
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XII.
I ken fum mair than ze do all
Of quhat fall afterwart befall,
In mair aufpicious Tymes;
For aften far abufe the Mune,
We watching Beings do convene,
Frae round Eards outmoft Climes,
Quhair evry Warden repreſents
Cleirly his Nations Cafe,
Gif Famyne, Peft, or Sword Torments,
Or Vilains hie in Place,
Quha keip ay, and heip ay
Up to themſelves grit Store,
But rundging and ſpunging
The leil laborious Pure.
XIII.
SAY then, faid I, at zour hie Sate,
Lernt ze ocht of auld Scotlands Fate,
Gif eir ſchoil be her fell;
With Smyle Celeſt, quod he, I can,
But its nocht fit an mortal Man
Sould ken all I can tell:
But
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The Vifion.
But Part to the I may unfold,
And thou may faifly ken,
Quhen Scottish Peirs flicht Saxon Gold,
And turn trew heartit Men;
Quhen Knaivry and Slaivrie,
Ar equally diſpyſd,
And Loyalte and Royalte,
Univerfalie are pryfd.
XIV.
QUHEN all zour Trade is at a Stand,
And Cunzie clene forfaiks the Land,
Quhilk will be very ſune,
Will Preiſts without their Stypands preich,
For nocht will Lawyers Cauſes Streich;
Faith thatis nae eaſy done.
All this and mair maun cum to paſs,
To cleir zour glamourit Sicht;
And Scotland maun be made an Afs,
To fet her Jugment richt.
Theyil jade hir and blad hir,
Untill fcho brak hir Tether,
Thocht auld fchois zit bauld fchois,
And teuch lyke barkit Lether.
XV. BUT
The Vifion.
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XV.
BUT mony a Corfs fall braithlefs ly,
And Wae fall mony a Widow cry,
Or all rin richt again;
Owre Cheviot prancing proudly North,
The Faes fall tak the Feild neir Forthe,
And think the Day thair ain:
But Burns that Day fall rin with Blude
Of them that now oppreſs;
Thair Carcaffes be Corbys Fude,
By thouſands on the Greſs.
A King then fall ring them,
Of wyfe Renoun and braif,
Quhaſe Pufians and Sapiens,
Sall Richt reftoir and faif.
'
XVI.
THE View of Freidomis fweit, quod I,
O fay, grit Tennant of the Skye,
How neiris that happie Tyme.
We ken Things but be Circumftans,
Nae mair, quod he, I may advance,
Leift I commit a Cryme.
Quhat
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The Vifion.
Quhat eir ze pleis, gae on, quod I,
I fall not faſh ze moir,
Say how, and quhair ze met, and quhy,
As ze did hint befoir.
With Air then fae fair then,
That glanft like Rayis of Glory,
Sae Godlyk and oddlyk,
He thus refumit his Storie.
XVII.
FRAE the Suns Ryfing to his Sett,
All the pryme Rait of Wardens met,
In folemn bricht Array,
With Vehicles of Aither cleir,
Sic we put on quhen we appeir
To Sauls rowit up in Clay;
Thair in a wyde and ſplendit Hall,
Reird up with ſhynand Beims,
Quhais Rufe-treis wer of Rainbows all,
And paift with ſtarrie Gleims,
Quhilk prinked and twinkled
Brichtly beyont Compair,
Much famed and named
A Caftill in the Air.
XVIII. IN
The Vifion.
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XVIII.
In midft of quhilk a Tabill ftude,
A ſpacious Oval reid as Blude,
Made of a Fyre-Flaucht,
Arround the dazeling Walls were drawn,
With Rays be a celeſtial Hand,
Full mony a curious Draucht.
Inferiour Beings flew in Haift,
Without Gyd or Derectour,
Millions of Myles throch the wyld Waſte,
To bring in Bowlis of Nectar:
Then roundly and foundly
We drank lyk Roman Gods;
Quhen Jove fae dois rove fae,
That Mars and Bacchus nods.
XIX.
QUHEN Phebus Heid turns licht as Cork,
And Neptune leans upon his Fork,
And limpand Vulcan blethers:
Quhen Pluto glowrs as he were wyld,
And Cupid luves we wingit Chyld,
Fals down and fyls his Fethers.
Quhen
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The Vifion.
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Quhen Pan forzets to tune his Reid,
And flings it cairleſs bye,
And Hermes wingd at Heils and Heid,
Can nowther ſtand nor lye:
Quhen ſtaggirand and ſwagirrand,
They ftoyter Hame to fleip,
Quhyle Centeries at Enteries
Imortal Watches keip.
XX.
THUS we tuke in the high browin Liquour,
And bangd about the Nectar Biquour;
But evir with his Ods:
We neir in Drink our Judgments drenſch,
Nor fcour about to ſeik a Wenfch
Lyk theſe auld baudy Gods,
But franklie at ilk uther afk,
Quhats proper we fuld know,
How ilk ane hes performt the Taſk,
Affignd to him below.
Our Minds then fae kind then,
Are fixt upon our Care,
Ay noting and ploting
Quhat tends to thair Weilfair.
XXI. Gothus
The Vifion.
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XXI.
Gothus and Vandall baith lukt bluff,
Quhyle Gallus fneerd and tuke a Snuff,
Quhilk made Allmane to ſtare ;
Latinus bad him naithing feir,
But lend his Hand to haly Weir,
And of cowd Crouns tak Care;
Batavius with his Paddock-Face
Luking afquint, cryd, Piſch,
Zour Monks ar void of Sence or Grace,
I had leur ficht for Fiſch;
Zour Schule-men ar Fule-men,
Carvit out for dull Debates,
Decoying and deſtroying
Baith Monarchies and States.
XXII.
Iberius with a gurlie Nod
Cryd, Hogan, zes we ken zour God,
Its Herrings ze adore ;
Heptarchus, as he uſd to be,
Can nocht with his ain Thochts agre,
But varies bak and fore;
Ane
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The Vifion.
Ane quhyle he ſays, It is not richt
A Monarch to refift,
Neift Braith all Ryall Powir will flicht,
And paffive Homage jeſt;
He hitches and fitches
Betwein the Hic and Hoc,
Ay jieand and flieand
Round lyk a Wedder-cock.
XXIII.
1 ſtill ſupport my Precedens
Abune them all, for Sword and Sens,
Thocht I haif layn richt now lown,
Quhylk was, becaus I bure a Grudge
At fum fule Scotis, quha lykd to drudge
To Princes no thair awin;
Sum Thanis thair Tennants pykit and ſqueiſt,
And purfit up all thair Rent,
Syne wallopit to far Courts, and bleift,
Till Riggs and Schaws war ſpent ;
Syne byndging and whyndging,
Quhen thus redufit to Howps,
They dander and wander
About pure Lickmadowps.
XXIV. BUT
The Vifion.
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XXIV.
BUT now its Tyme for me to draw
My ſhynand Sword againſt Club-Law,
And gar my Lyon roir;
He fall or lang gie fic a Sound,
The Ecchoe fall be hard arround
Europe, frae Schore to Schore;
Then lat them gadder all thair Strenth,
And ftryve to wirk my Fall,
Tho numerous, zit at the lenth
I will owrecum them all,
And raiſe zit and blaſe zit
My Braifrie and Renown,
By gracing and placing
Arright the Scottis Crown.
XXV.
QUHEN my braif BRUCE the fame fall weir
Upon his Ryal Heid, full cleir
The Diadem will ſhyne;
Then fall zour fair Oppreffion ceis,
His Intreft zours he will not fleice,
Or leif zou eir inclyne:
Thocht
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The Vifion.
Thocht Millions to his Purſe be lent,
Zell neir the puirer be,
But rather richer, quhyle its ſpent
Within the Scottish Se:
The Feild then fall zeild then
To honeft Huſbands Welth,
Gude Laws then fall cauſe then
A fickly State haif Helth.
XXVI.
QUHYLE thus he talkit, methocht ther came
A wondir fair Etherial Dame,
And to our Warden fayd,
Grit Callidon I cum in Serch
Of zou, frae the hych ftarry Arch,
The Counfill wants zour Ayd;
Frae every Quarter of the Sky,
As fwift as Quhirl-wynd,
With Spirits fpeid the Chiftains hy,
Sum grit Thing is defygnd
Owre Muntains be Funtains,
And round ilk fairy Ring,
I haif chaift ze, O haift ze,
They talk about zour King.
XXVII. WITH
The Viſion.
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XXVII.
WITH that my Hand methocht he ſchuke,
And wiſcht I Happyneſs micht bruke,
To eild be Nicht and Day;
Syne quicker than an Arrows Flicht,
He mountit upwarts frae my Sicht,
Straicht to the milkie Way;
My Mynd him followit throw the Skyes,
Untill the brynie Streme
For Joy ran trinckling frae myne Eyes,
And wakit me frae Dreme;
Then peiping, half ſleiping,
Frae furth my rural Beild,
It eifit me and pleifit me
To ſe and ſmell the Feild.
XXVIII.
FOR Flora in hir clene Array,
New wafhen with a Showir of May,
Lukit full ſweit and fair;
Quhyle hir cleir Huſband frae aboif
Sched doun his Rayis of genial Luve,
Hir Sweits perfumt the Air;
The
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The Vifion.
The Winds war huſht, the Welkin cleird,
The glumand Clouds war fled,
And all as faft and gay appeird
As ane Elyfion Sched;
Quhilk heifit and bleifit
My Heart with ſic a Fyre,
As raiſes theſe Praiſes
That do to Heaven afpyre.
Quod AR. SCOT.
Jok
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Jok Up-a-lands Complaint against
the Court in the Kings Nonaige.
I.
Now is the King in tendir Aige,
O CHRYST! Conſerve him in his Eild,
To do Juftice to Man and Page,
That gars our Land ly lang unteild,
Thocht we do double pay thair Wage;
Pure Commons preſentlie ar peild.
They ryde about in fic a Rege,
Be Firth and Forreſt, Muir and Feild,
With Bow Buckler and Brand.
Lo quhair they ryde intill the Ry,
The Deil mot fane the Company,
I pray it frae my Heart trewly:
This faid Jok Up-a-land.
1
II. HE
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Jok Up-a-lands Complaint.
II.
He that was wont to beir the Barrows,
Betwixt the Bake-hous and the Brew-hous
On Twenty Shilling now he tarrows,
To ryd the Heigait by the Plewis;
But were I King, and haif gude Fallows,
In Norroway they fould heir of Newis,
I ſould him tak, and all his Marrows,
And hing them hich upon zon Hewis,
And thairto plichts my Hand,
And all thir Lordis and Barronis grit,
Upon an Gallows fould I knit,
That this doun treddit has our Quhit:
This ſaid Jok Up-a-land.
III.
BUT wald ilk Lord that our Law leids,
To Hufbands Reffone do with Skill,
To chak thir Chiftains be the Heids,
And hing them heich upon ane Hill;
Then Huſbands labour micht their Steids,
And Preiſts micht pattir and pray their Fill:
For Huſbands fould nocht haif fic Pleids,
And Scheip and Nolt micht ly full ſtill,
And Stakis and Rukis micht ſtand;
For
Jok Up-a-lands Complaint.
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For fen they raid amang our Dorrs,
With Splent on Spald and jouſty Spurrs,
Thair grew nae Fruit intill our Furrs:
This faid Jok Up-a-land.
IV.
TAK a pure Man a Scheip or twae,
For Hungir or for Falt of Fude,
To five or fax wie Bairns or mae,
They will him hang in Halters rude;
But gif an tak a Flok or fae,
A Bow of Ky, and lat them blude,
Full faifly may he ryd or gae:
I wait nocht gif thir Laws be gude,
I fchrew them firft them fand.
O JESU, for thy haly Paffioun,
Grant to him Grace that weirs the Crown,
To ding thir mony Kings all doun:
This faid Jok Up-a-land.
Quod KENNEDY.
THE
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AAAAA
ААААААААА
THE
Garment of gude LADYIS.
I.
WALD my gude Lady lufe me beſt,
And work aftir my Will,
I fould a Garment gudlieft,
Gar mak hir Body till.
II.
OF Honour hie fould be hir Hude,
Upon hir Heid to weir,
Garniſt with Governance fae gude,
Nae demyeng fould hir deir.
III.
HIR Sark fould be, hir Body nixt,
Of Chaſtitie fae quhyte,
With Schame and Dreid togither mixt,
The fame fould be perfyt.
IV. HIR
The Garment of gude Ladyis.. 235
IV.
HIR Kirtle of the clene Conftance,
Doun laift with lefum Luve;
The Melzies of Continuance,
For nevir to remuve.
V.
HIR Goun fould be of Gudlienes,
Weil Riband with Renown,
Purfillt with Plefour in ilk Place,
And furt with fyne Faffoun.
VI.
HIR Belt fould be of Benignitie,
About hir Midil meit,
Hir Mantil of Humilitie,
To tholl baith Wind and Weit.
VII.
HIR Hat fould be of fair Having,
Hir Tipat of the Truth;
Hir Paitlet of ay gude pauſing,
Hir Hals Riban of Rewth.
VIII. HIR
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236 The Garment of gude Ladyis.
VIII.
HIR Sleives fould be of Efperance,
To keip hir frae Diſpair;
Hir Gluves of the beft Governance,
To hyd hir Fingers fair.
IX.
HIR Shune fould be of Sickernefs,
In Time that ſcho nocht flyd;
Hir Hofe of Honeſty expreſs,
I fould for hir provyde.
X.
WALD ſcho put on this Garment gay,
I durft fweir be my Seill,
That ſcho wore nevir Grene nor Gray,
That fet hir half fo weil.
Quod Mr. ROB. HENRYSON.
To
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Z STZ- SIYA STA SINZA STZA SIZ ASSIA SIZASINUS
To the Honour of the Ladyis, and
the Fortification of their Fame.
I.
UST to declair the hie Magnificence,
JUST
And Bountie grit that in the Ladyis is,
The Wirdyneſs and Verteus Excelence,
The Laud, the Truth, the Bewtie, and the Blifs,
My Barbir Tung unworthy is I wifs;
But nocht the leſs my Pen I will apply,
To ſay the Suth, thoch Eloquence I miſs,
Of Femenyne the Fame to fortify.
II.
THOCHT Doctors auld Addreſſes thair Delyt,
To dyt of Ladys Defamation,
Wae worth the Wicht ſould fet his Appityte,
To reid fic Rolls of Reprobation;
But tittar mak plain Proclamation,
To gather all fic Lybills biffelie,
And in the Fyre mak thair Location,
Of Femenyne the Fame to fortifie.
III. FOR
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III.
FOR quho fae lift the Richt trew to reherſe,
To humane Glore they mak Habilitie;
Quhen Men ar fad at them folace they ferfs,
As Habitickles of all Humanity,
They bring grit Weirs aft to Tranquilitie,
Malice of Men they meis and pacifie,
To Saul and Body baith Utilitie;
Therfore all Men thair Fame fould fortifie.
IV.
ALTHOCHT a Man had as much Gude to ſpend
As all the Empyres of this Globe around;
Wer Women wanting Weil-fare were at End,
Without thair Comfort Care fould him confound;
Quhair they abyde thair Blifs does ay abound,
And quhair they flie Felicetie gaes by;
Bot thair Solace nae Sage may be eir found;
Thairfore all Men thair Fame fould fortifie.
V.
SEN GOD has grantit them fic Gudlineſs,
And formid them after fae fyne faſſoun,
Syne put fic bluming Bewtie in thair Face,
Quhy fould not Men hald them of grit Renown?
Sen
To the Honour of the Ladyis. 239
Sen God has given to them fae grit Guerdoun,
And with fic Meiknes does them magnifie,
Quhy fould Men mak to them Comparifone,
But owre all quhair thair Fames to fortifie?
VI.
OF Mary myld, the Maid imaculate,
To fortifie of Femenyne the Fame,
CHRYST was incarnate and incorporate,
And nuriſt was nyn Months within hir Wame;
And aftir born, and bocht us frae the Blame
Of Bellial, that brint us bitterlie;
That heavenly Honour faves the Sex frae Shame,
And owre all quhair thair Fame dois fortifie.
Quod STEWART.

THE
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MMMMM
THE
DAUNCE.
I.
F Februar the fiftein Nicht,
OF
Richt lang before the Dayis Licht,
I lay intill a Trance,
And then I faw baith Heaven and Hell,
Methocht amang the Feynds fell
Mahoun gart cry a Daunce,
Of Shrewis that wer nevir ſchrevin
Againſt the Feift of Fafterns Evin,
To mak thair Obfervance;
He bad Galands gae graith a Gyis,
And caft up Gamonds to the Skyes,
That laſt came out of France.
II. LET
The Daunce.
241
II.
LET fee, quod he, now quha begins:
With that the foull ſeven deadly Sins
Begouth to leip attains;
And firſt of all the Daunce was Pryde,
With Hair wyld back, Bonnet on Syde,
Lyk to mak vaiſtie Wains;
And round about him as a Quheil,
Hang all in Rumples to his Heil
His Kethat for the Nains:
Mony proud Trumpour with him trippit
Throw ſkaldan Fyre, ay as they ſkipit
They girnd with hydious Granes.
III.
HELLIE Harlots on hawtane Ways
Came in with mony findry Gyis,
Zit nevir leuch Mahoun,
Till Preifts came with bare fchaven Necks,
Then all the Feynds leuch and made Gecks,
Black-wame and Bawfy-broun.
R
IV. THEN
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The Daunce.
IV.
THEN Yre came in with Sturt and Stryfe,
His Hand was ay upon his Knyfe,
He brandeift lyk a Beir:
Boaſters, Braggers and Barganers
Aftir him paſsd all in be Pairs,
All boddin in Feir of Weir;
In Jacks, Stripps, and Bonnets of Steil,
Thair Leggs wer chenziet to the Heil,
Frawart was thair Affeir;
With Brands fum on uther beft,
Sum jagit uthers to the Heft
With Knives that Scheip coud ſcheir.
V.
NEXT followd in the Daunce, Envy,
Filld full of Feid and Fellony,
Hid Malyce and Diſpyt;
For privy Hate that Traytor trembled,
Him followd mony Freik, diſſembled
With fenzied Words quhyte,
And
The Daunce.
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And Flatterers into Mens Faces,
And Back-byters of fundry Races,
To lie that had Delyte,
With Rownars vyle of falſe Leifings;
Allace! that Courts of nobil Kings
Of fic can neer be quyte.
VI.
NIXT him in Daunce came Covetyce,
Rute of all Ill, and Grund of Vyce,
That neir could be content;
Catyvs, Wretches and Ockerars,
Hud Pykes, Hurders and Gatherers,
All with that Warlo went:
Out of thair Throts they fhot on uther,
Het moltin Gold methocht a Futher,
As Fyre-flaucht maiſt fervent;
Ay as they tuimt themfells of Schot,
Feynds filld them weil up to the Throt
With Gold of all kynd Prent.
VII.
SYNE Sweirnes at the ſecond Bidding
Came lyk a Sow out of a Midding,
Full fleipy was his Grunzie;
Mony
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The Daunce.
3
Mony fweir bumbard Belly-huddron,
Mony Slut, Daw, and fleipy Duddron,
Him ſerved ay with Sounzie:
He drew them furth intill a Chenzie,
And Belial with a Bridall Renzie
Ay laſhit them on the Lunzie.
In Daunce they wer fae flaw of Feit,
They gaif them in the Fyre a Heit,
Made them quicker of Cunzie.
VIII.
THEN Lechery, that laithly Corfs,
Berand lyk to a bagit Horſs,
And Ydlenefs did him leid;
Ther was with him ane ugly Sort,
And
mony a ftynkand foull Tramort
That had in Sin bene deid:
Quhen they wer enterit in the Daunce,
They wer full ſtrange of Countenance,
Lyk Turkas burnand reid;
All led they uther by the
Suppoſe they fyket with thair
It micht be nae Remeid.
IX. THEN
The Daunce.
245
IX.
THEN the foull Monſter, Gluttony,
With Wame unfatiate and greidy,
To daunce fyn did him dreſs;
Him followit mony a foull Drunkart
With Can and Colep, Cop and Quart,
In Surfet and Exceſs;
Full mony a waiſtleſs wally Drag,
With Wames unwyldy did forth wag
In Creiſh, that did increſs;
Drink, ay they cryd, with mony a Gaip,
The Feynds gave them het Lead to laip,
Thair Lovery was nae leſs.
X.
NAE Minſtralls playd to them bot Dout,
For Glie-men ther war haldin out
Be Day and eik by Nicht;
Except a Minftrall that flew a Man,
Sae till his Heritage he wan,
Entert be Breif of Richt.
XI. THEN
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The Daunce.
XI.
THEN cryd Mahoun for a Earſe Padzean,
Syn ran a Feynd to fetch Makfadzean,
Far Northwart in a Nuke;
Be he the Correnoch did ſchout,
Earfe Men ſo gatherit him about,
In Hell grit Rume they tuke:
That Tarmagants with Tag and Tatter,
Full loud in Earſe begoud to clatter
And rowp lyk Ravin and Rowk;
The Deil fae deivt was with thair Yell,
That in the deipeſt Pot of Hell
He fmorit them all with Smuke.

Follows
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sk
sk
Follows the Tournament between
the Soutar and Tailzior.
I.
NIXT that a Tournament was cryd,
That lang before in Hell was tryd,
In Preſence of Mahoun,
Betwiſch a Tailzior and a Soutar,
A Prick-Louſe and a Hobell-Clouter,
The Barreſs was made boun;
The Tailzior baith with Speir and Sheild,
Convoyit was into the Feild,
With mony a Lymmar-Loun,
Of Seme-byters and Beift-knappers,
Of Stomok-ſtealers and Claith-takers,
A graceles Garriſoun.
II. HIS
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Tournament between
II.
His Banner was born him before,
Quherin was Clouts a hundred Score,
Ilk ane of diverſe Heu,
And all ftown out of findry Webs,
For quhyle the Greik Se flows and ebs,
Tailziors will neir be trew:
The Tailzior on the Barrows blent,
Allace! he tint all Hardyment,
For Feir he changit Hew:
Mahoun came forth and maid him Knicht,
Nae Ferlie thocht his Heart was licht,
That to fic Honour grew.
III.
THE Tailzior hecht before Mahoun,
That he fuld ding the Soutar doun,
Wer he ſtrang as a Maſt;
But quhen he on the Barrous blenkit,
His clouted Courage fairly ſchrinkit,
His Heart did all owre-caft:
Quhen
the Soutar and the Tailzior. 249
:
Quhen to the Soutar he did cum,
Of all fic Words he was quyte dum,
Sae fair he was agaſt.
In Heart he tuke fae great a Scunder,
A Rak of Farts lyke ony Thunder,
Flew frae him Blaft for Blaſt.
IV.
THE Soutar to the Feild him dreft,
He was convoyid out of the Weſt,
As an Deffender ftout.
Suppoſe he had nae lufty Varlet,
He had full mony a louſy Harlot,
Round ryding him about.
His Banner was of barkit Hyd,
Quherin Saint Girnega did glyd,
Before that Rebald Rout:
Full Soutar lyke he was of Laits;
For ay betwiſh his Harnes Plaits,
The Uly burftit out.
V.
QUHEN on the Tailzior he did luke,
His Heart a litle Dwaming tuke,
He micht not richt upfit,
Into
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Tournament between
F
Into his Stommok was fic a Steir,
Of all his Denner quhilk he coft deir,
His Breaft held Deil a Bit:
To comfort him or he raid furder,
The Deil of Knichthude gaif him Order,
Fou fair fyne did he ſpit;
And he about the Devils Neck,
Did ſpew again a Quart of Blek,
Thus knichtly he him quit.
VI.
THEN Fourty Times the Feynd cryd, Fy,
The Soutar richt afearedly,
Unto the Feild he focht:
Quhen they were ſerved with their Speirs,
Folk had a Feil be their Effeirs,
Their Hearts were baith on Flocht,
They ſpurd their Horfs on either Syde,
Syne they outowre the Grund coud glyd,
And them togither brocht.
The Tailzior that was nocht weil fitten,
He left his Sadle all befhitten,
And to the Grund he focht.
VII. HIS
the Soutar and the Tailzior. 251
VII.
His Harnes brak and made a Brattle,
The Soutars Horfs lap with a Ratle,
And round about coud reil:
The Beift that frayed was richt evil,
Ran with the Soutar to the Devil,
Him he rewardit weil:
Sumthing frae him the Feynd eſhewd,
He wont again to bein befpewd,
So ftern he was in Steil:
He thocht again he wald debate him,
He turnd his Erſe, and all bedret him,
Ein quyte frae Neck to Heil.
VIII.
He lowfit it aff with fic a Reird;
He dang baith Horfs and Man till Eard,
He fartit with fic Feir.
Now haif I quit thee, quoth Mahoun,
Thir new made Knichts lay baith in Swoun,
And did all Arms menfweir;
The
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Tournament between, &c.
The Deil gart them to Dungeon dryve,
And them of Knichthude could depryve,
Diſcharging them of Weir,
And made them Harlots baith for evir,
Quhilk ftill to keip they had far levir
Nor ony Arms to beir.
IX.
I had mair of their Warks written,
Had not the Soutar bein beſhitten,
With Belials Erfs unblift.
But that fae gude a Bourd methocht,
Sic Solace to my Heart it brocht,
For Lauchter neir I brift:
Quherthrow I wakenit frae my Trance,
To put this in Rememberance,
Micht no Man me refift;
For this faid Jufting it befell,
Befoir Mahoun the Air of Hell,
Now trew this gif ze liſt.
Here ends the Soutar and the Tailziors War,
Made be the noble Poet Wm. DUNBAR.
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Follows
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Follows ane
Amends made to the forefaid
Knichts of the Birs and Thumble;
In Cafe his Joke ſhould them provok
Owr fair to girn and grumble.
I.
BETWISHT the Twelt Hour and Elevin,
I dreamd an Angel came frae Heavin,
With Pleafand Stevin fayand on hie,
Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze.
II.
HIGH up for zou is ordaind a Place,
Abune all Saints in great Solace,
In Happyneſs and Dignity,
Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze.
III. THE
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Amends to the Tournament.
III.
THE Cauſe to you is not unkend,
Natures Neglect ye do amend,
Be Craft and great Agility,
Tailziors and Soutars bliſt be ze.
IV.
SOUTARS with Schune weil made and meit,
Ze mend the Faults of illfard Feit,
Quherfore to Heavin zour Sauls will flie,
Soutars and Tailziors blift be ze.
V.
THERIS not in this Fair a Flyrock,
That has upon his Feit a Wyrock,
Knoul Taes, or Mouls in nae Degre,
But ze can hyde them, bliſt be ze.
VI.
AND Tailziors ze with weil made Clais,
Can mend the warft made Man that gaes,
And mak him feimly lyk to ſee,
Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze.
VII. THOCHT
Amends to the Tournament. 255
VII.
THOCHT ane fuld haif a broken Back,
Haif he a Tailzior gude, quhat-rak,
Heill cover it richt craftely,
Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze.
VIII.
Of all great Kindes may ze claim,
The cruke Backs, and the Criple, Lame,
Ay howdrand Faults with zour ſuplie,
Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze.
IX.
IN Eard ze kyth fic Ferlys heir,
In Heavin ze fall be Saints full cleir,
Tho ze be Knaves in this Countrie.
Soutars and Tailziors blift be ze.
Quod DUNBAR.
The
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The Luvers Mane that dares not
afſay.
I.
QUHEN Flora had owrfrett the Firth,
In May of ilka Moneth Quene,
Quhen Merle and Mavis fings with Mirth,
Sweit Melling in the Schaws fae ſchene,
When Luvers all rejofit bene,
And maiſt diſyrous of thair Prey,
I hard a lufty Luver mene,
I luve, but I dare not affay!
II.
STRANG ar the Pains I daylie pruve,
But zit with Patience I fuftene,
I am fae fettert in the Luve,
Only of my fweit Lady ſchene,
Quhilk for her Bewtie micht be Quene,
Nature fae craftily alway,
Has done depaint that fweit Serene,
Quhom I luve, and dare not aſſay.
III. SCHO
The Luvers Mane.
257
III.
SCHO is fae bricht of Hyd and Hew,
I luve but hir allone I wene,
Is nane hir Luve that may efchew,
That blenks fae of that dulce Amene;
Sae comelie cleir ar hir twa Ene,
That ſcho mae Luvers does effrey,
Then eir of Greice did fair Helene,
Quhome I luve, and dar not aſſay.
Quod STEWART.

S
Ane
258

Ane litle Interlude of the Droichs.
I.
HIRRY, hary, hobbilſchow,
Se ze not quha is cum now,
But zit wate I nevir how,
Brocht with the Quhirl-wind;
A Sargeand out of Soudoun Land,
A Gyane ftrang in Limbs to ſtand,
That with the Strength of my awin Hand
May Bairs and Bugles bind.
II.
QUHA is then cum heir, but I
A bauld and bowfteous Bellomy,
Amang zou all to cry a Cry
With a maiſt michty Soun?
I generit am of Gyans kynd,
Frae hardy Hercules be Strynd,
Of all the Occident and Ynd,
My Elders woir the Croun.
III. My
Interlude of the Droichs. 259
III.
My fore Grandfyre heicht Fynmackoull,
Quha dang the Deil, and gart him zoul,
The Skyes raind Fludes quhen he wald ſkoul,
He trublit all the Air.
He gat my Gudfyre Gog Magog,
He, when he daunft, the Warld wald ſchog,
Then Thouſand Ells zied in his Frog
Of Highland Plaids, and mair.
IV.
SIC was he quhen of tendir Zouth,
But aftir he grew mair at Fouth,
Elevin Myle wyde mett was his Mouth,
His Teith was ten Myles fquair:
He wald upon his Tais upſtand,
And tak the Starns doun with his Hand,
And ſet them in a Gold Garland,
Abuve his Wyfes Hair.
V.
His Wyfe fcho mekle was of Clift,
Her Heid wan heicher than the Lift,
The Hevin reirdit quhen ſcho did rift,
The Laſs was naithing ſklender:
Scho
260
Interlude of the Droichs.
Scho fpat Loch-lowmond with hir Lips,
Thunder and Fyre flew frae hir Hips,
Quhen ſcho was crabbit, the Sun thold Clips;
The Feynd durft nocht offend hir.
VI.
FOR Cauld fcho tuke the Fever Tartane,
For all the Claith in France and Bartane
Wald not be to hir Leg a Gartane,
Thocht ſcho was zung and tendir:
Upon a Nicht heir in the North,
Scho tuke the Gravel, and ſtaild Craig-gorth,
And piſcht the grit Watter of Forth,
Sic Tyd ran aftirhind hir.
VII.
ANE Thing written of hir I find,
In Yrland quhen ſcho blew behind,
On Norway Coift fcho raift the Wind,
And grit Schips drownit thair:
Then ſcho fiſcht all the Spainzie Seis,
With hir Sark Lap betwix hir Theyis,
And thre Days failing tween hir Kneis
It was eſteemd and mair.
VIII. THE
Interlude of the Droichs.
261
VIII.
THE hingan Braes on Adir Syde
Scho powtert with hir Lymms fae wyde;
Laffes micht lair at hir to ftryde,
Wald gae to Luvairs lair.
Scho markit to the Land with Mirth,
Scho quhirrd fyve Quhails into the Firth,
Had croppin on hir *Geig for Girth,
Walterand amang the Wair.
IX.
My Fader mekle Gow Macmorne,
Out of his Moders Wame was fchorne,
For Littlenes fcho was forlorn,
Sican a Kemp to beir:
Or he of Age was Zeirs thre,
He wald ftap owre the Ocean Se,
The Mone ſprang neir abune his Knie,
The Heavens had of him Feir.
X. ANE
* A Kind of an old faſhioned Net ufed now for catching of
Spouts.
262
Interlude of the Droichs.
X.
ANE thouſand Ziers ar paſt frae Mynd,
Sen I was generit of his Kynd,
Far furth in Defarts of the Ynd,
Amang Lyon and Beir:
Worthy King Arthur and Gawane,
And mony a bauld Bairn of Bartane
Ar deid, and in the Wars are flain,
Sen I could weild a Speir.
XI.
THE Sophie and the Sowdoun ftrang,
With Battles that haif laſtit lang,
Out of thair Bounds has maid me gang,
And turn to Turkie tyte.
The King of Francis grit Armie
Has brocht a Derth in Lombardie,
That in the Countrie I and he
Can nocht dwell baith perfyte.
XII.
Swadrick, Danmark, and Noraway,
Nor in the Steids I dar not gae,
For ther is nocht but burn and flae,
Cut Thropples and mak quyte.
Yrland
Interlude of the Droichs.
263
Yrland for ay I haif refufit,
All wyfe Men will hald me excufit;
For neir in Land wher Earfe is ufit,
To dwell had I delyt.
XIII.
I haif bene foremoſt ay in Feild,
And now fae lang haif born the Scheild,
That I am crynit in for Eild
This litle, as ze may ſe:
I haif bene baniſt undir the Lynd
This lang Tyme, that nane could me fynd,
Quhyle now with this laſt Eiſtin Wynd,
I am cum heir perdie.
XIV.
My Name is Welth, therfore be blyth,
I am cum Comfort zou to kyth,
Suppoſe ilk Wretch fuld wail and wryth,
All Derth I fall gar die:
For certainly the Truth to tell,
I cum amang ze now to dwell,
Far frae the Sound of Curphour Bell,
To live I neir fall drie.
XV. Now
264
Interlude of the Droichs.
XV.
Now fen I am fic Quantitie
Of Gyans cum, as ze may ſe,
Quhair will be gotten a Wyfe for me,
Of ficlyk Breid and Hicht?
In all this Bour is not a Bryde
Ane Hour I wate dar me abyde,
Zet trow ze ony Heir befyde
Micht fuffer me all Nicht.
XVI.
ADEW a quhyle, for now I gae,
But I will not lang byde ze frae,
I wiſch ze be conferft from Wae,
Baith Maiden, Wyfe and Man:
GOD bleſs them and the haly Rude,
Gif me a Drink, fe it be gude,
And quha trows beſt that I do lude,
Skink firſt to me the Kan.
FINIS. The Droichs Part of a Play.
Auld
265
Auld Kyndness quite forzet quhen
ane grows pure.
I.
'HIS Warld is all but fenziet fair,
THIS
And as unſtable as the Wind,
And Faith is flemit I wat not quhair,
Treſt Fallowſhip is ill to find,
Gude Confciences is all made blind,
And Charity thairs nane to get;
Leil Luve and Lawty lys behind,
And auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
II.
QUHYLE I had ony Thing to ſpend,
And ſtuffit weil with Warlds Wrack,
Amang my Friends I was weil kend;
Quhen I was proud and had a Pack,
They wad me be the Oxter tak;
And at the hich Buird I was ſet,
But now they let me ſtand aback,
Sen auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
III. Now
266
Auld Kyndnefs quite forzet.
III.
Now I can find but Friends few,
Sen I was prized to be pure,
They hald me now but for a Shrew;
Of me they tak but little Cure;
All that I do is but Injure:
Thocht I be bair I may not bett,
They let me ſtand upon the Flure,
Sen auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
IV.
SUPPOSE I mein I am nocht mendit,
Sen I held part with Povertie,
Away fen that my Pack was ſpendit,
Adieu all Liberality.
The Proverb now is trew I fee,
Quha may not give will little get;
Therefore to ſay the Verity,
Now auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
V.
THEY Wald me hals with Hude and Hat,
Quhyle I was rich and had enouch,
About me Friends enow I gat;
Richt blythly then on me they leuch,
But now they mak it wonder teuch,
And lets me ftand before the Zet;
Therfoir this Warld is very freuch,
And auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
VI. As
Auld Kyndness quite forzet. 267
VI.
As lang as my ain Cap ſtude even,
I zied but ſeindle myne allane,
I fquyrit was with Sax or Sevin, .
Ay quhyle I gave them twa for ane;
But fuddenly frae that was gane,
They paſsd me by with Hands plett,
With puirtith frae I was oertane,
Then auld Kyndneſs was quite forzet.
VII.
INTO this Warld fuld nae Man trow,
Thou may weil ſee the Reaſon quhy;
For ay but gif thy Hand be fou,
Thou art but little fetten by,
Thou art not tane in Company,
Bot ther be fund Fiſh in thy Net:
Therfore this falfe Warld I defy,
Sen auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
VIII.
SEN that nae Kyndneſs kepit is,
Into this Warld that is preſent,
Gif thou wald cum to Heavins Bliſs,
Thyſelf appleiſt with ſober Rent,
Live weil and give with gude Intent,
To every Man his proper Debt,
Quhat eir God fend hald thee content,
Sen auld Kyndneſs is quite forzet.
AD--
268

ADVICE to be Liberal and
Blyth.
I
I.
MAKE it kend, he that will ſpend,
And luve GOD late and Air,
He will him mend, and Grace him fend,
Quhyle Catives fhall have Care:
But Praiſe weil pend, fall him comend,
That of his Rowth can ſpare;
We knaw the End, that all maun wend
Away nakit and bare,
With an O and an I,
And a Wretch fall haif nae mair,
But a fchort Sheit at Heid and Feit,
For all his Wrak and Ware.
II. FOR
:
Advice to be liberal and blyth. 269
II.
FOR all the Wrak a Wretch can pack,
And in his Bags embrace,
Zit Deid fall tak him be the Back,
And gar him cry Alace!
Then fall he ſwak, away with Lak,
And wate not to what Place,
Then will they mak, at him a Knack,
That maift of his Geir hes;
With ane O and an I,
Quhyle we haif Tyme and Space,
Mak we gude Cheir, quhyle we are heir,
And thankful be for Grace.
III.
WERE there a King to rax and ring,
Amang Gude-fallows crownd,
Wretches wad wring, and mak Murning,
For Dule they fould be drownd.
Quha finds a Dring, or auld or zing,
Gar hoy him out and hound.
Now
:
"...
:
270 Advice to be liberal and blyth.
Now let us fing, our Cares to ding,
And mak a gladſome Sound,
With an O and ane I:
Now are we further bound,
Drink thou to me, and I to thee,
And let the Cap go round.
IV.
QUHA underſtude, fuld have his Gude,
Or he were clofd in Clay,
Sum in thair Mude they wald ga wid,
And die lang or thair Day;
Not worth a Hude, or an auld Snude
Thou fhall bear hence away;
Wretch be the Rude, now to conclude,
Full few fall for thee pray,
With an O and ane I,
Gude Fallows as langs we may,
Be merry and free, fyne blyth let us be,
And fing on tway and tway.
Quod Jo. BLYTH.
The End of the firft Volume.
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CONTENTS
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First VOLUME.
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CHRIST'S Kirk on the Grene,.
The Thistle and the Rofe,
Page
I
15
Panygyrick on Sr Penny,
27
Virtue and Vyce,
31
Bytand Ballat on warlo Wyves,
51
Robin and Makyne,
56
Advyce to a Man to enjoy his ain, .
64
The Fleming Bark,
67
Defens of Griffel Sandylands,
71
The Battle of Harlaw,
The Fenziet Frier of Tungland,
Tydings frae the Seffion,
A generall Satyre,
Wyfe Sayings,
The Complaint to his Miſtreſs,
Cupid quareled for Tyranie,
Invective against Mouth-Thankleſs,
The Soutar and Tailziors Flyting,
Ballat to the Scorn of wanton Women,
78
91
98
102
107
108
II2
115
118
123
The Lament for the Lofs of the Poets,
The Wyfe of Auchtermuchty,
129
137
The
272
CONTENTS.
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The Borrowftoun Mous, and the Landwart Mous,
Advice to his zoung King,
Page
. 144
156
On Confciens,
159
On the Creation, and Paradyce loft,
161
The Devils Advyce to his Freinds,
171
Ballat on J. Violet, A. Quhyt, and J. Reid,
176
On K. JAMES V. three Miftreffes,
184
The Lyon and Mous,
185
The Tod and the Lamb,
200
On anes being his ain Enemy,
204
Benifit on Ladys that ar Gude Soliciters,
206
Another on the fame Subject,
209
The Vifion,
211
Jock Up-a-lands Complaint,
231
The Garment of a gude Lady,
234
To the Honour of the Ladys,
237
The Daunce in Hell,
239
The Tournament between the Soutar and Tailzor,
247
The Amends made to Birs and Thimble,
253
The Lovers Mane that dar not ſpeak,
256
Ane Interlude of the Droichs,
Auld Kyndness quite forzet,
Advyce to be liberal and blyth,
258
265
268
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