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 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 Pleafure to reprefent our 
 brave Anceftors, thefe POETS claim 
 Regard and Patronage ; they now 
 make a Demand for that Immortal 
 
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 DEDICATION. v. 
 
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 and witty Mirth, may be exprefs'd with 
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 Vll. 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 T Have obferved that Readers of the bejl and mofl 
 exquifite Difcernment frequently complain of our 
 modern Writings, as filled with affetted Delicacies 
 and Jludied Refinements, which they would gladly 
 exchange for that natural Strength of Thought and 
 Simplicity of Stile our Forefathers prattifed: To fitch, 
 I hope, the following Colle&ion of Poems will not 
 be difpleafing. 
 
 When thefe good old Bards wrote, we had not yet 
 made Ufe of imported Trimming upon our Cloaths, 
 nor of foreign Embroidery in our Writings. Their 
 Poetry is the ProducJ of their own Country, not pil- 
 fered andfpoiled in the Tranfportation from abroad: 
 Their Images are native, and their Landfkips domef- 
 
 tick
 
 viii. PREFACE. 
 
 .tick; copied from thofe Fields and Meadows we every 
 Day behold. 
 
 The Morning rifes (in the Poets Defcription) as 
 Jhe does in the Scottifh 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 Jlow 
 from our own Fountains^ and the Winds blow upon 
 our own Hills. 1 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 Mifcellany will likewife recommend itfelf^ by 
 the Diverjity of Subjects and Humour it contains. 
 The grave Defcription and the wanton Story^ the 
 Moral Saying and the mirthful Jejt^ will illu/lrate 
 and alternately relieve each other. 
 
 The Reader whofe Temper is fpleen'd with the 
 Vices and Follies now in Fajbion^ may gratifie his 
 Humour with the Satyres he will here find upon the 
 Follies and Vices that were upper moft two or three 
 
 Hun-
 
 PREFACE. ix. 
 
 Hundred Tears ago. The Man, whofe 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 himfelf with the old fajhioned 
 Sonnet of an amorous Poet in ^. Margaret and . 
 Mary'j Days. In a Word, the following Colle&ion 
 will befuch another Profyett 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 difpleafed with this Reflection, 
 That he isjtepping back into the Times that are pajl, 
 and that exijt no more. Thus the Manners and 
 Cuftoms then in Vogue, as he will find them here 
 defcribed, will have all the Air and Charm 0/"Novelty; 
 and that feldom fails of exciting Attention and 
 pleajing the Mind. Befides, the Numbers, in which 
 thefe Images are conveyed, as they are not now com- 
 monly pracJifed, will appear new and amujing. 
 
 The different Stanza and varied Cadence will 
 likewife much footh and engage the Ear, which in 
 
 Poetry
 
 x. PREFACE. 
 
 Poetry' efpecially muft be always flattered. However, 
 I do not expet that thefe Poems Jhould pleafe every 
 Body, nay the critical Reader mujl needs find fever al 
 Faults; for I own that there will be found in thefe 
 Volumes two or three Pieces, whofe Antiquity is 
 their greatejt Value; yet Jlill I am perfwaded there 
 are many more that Jhall merit Approbation and 
 Applaufe than Cenfure and Blame. The beft Works 
 are but a Kind of Mifcellany, and the cleanejl Corn 
 is not without fame Chaff, no not after often Win- 
 nowing : Befides, Difpraife is the eajiejl Part of 
 Learning, and but at bejl the Offspring of unchari- 
 table Wit. Every Clown can fee that the Furrow 
 Is crooked, but where is the Man that will plow me 
 onejlraight ? 
 
 There is nothing can be heard more filly than one's 
 exprejfing 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 Jhew them the moft elegant Thoughts 
 in a Scots Drefs, they as difdainfully asftupidly 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 diftinguijh themf elves from 
 them by fame Manner or other ^ and fuch^ it would 
 appear , cannot arrive at a better Method. But this 
 affetted Clafs of Fops give no Uneajinefs^ not being 
 numerous; for the moft part of our Gentlemen, who 
 are generally Majiers of the mojl ufeful and politejl 
 Languages, can take Pleafure (for a Change] tofpeak 
 and read their own. 
 
 It was intended that an Account of the Authors 
 of the following Collection Jhould be given; but not 
 being furnijhed with fuch diftincJ Information as could 
 be wijhed for that End at prefent, the Defign is de- 
 layed^ until the publijhing of a Third or Fourth 
 fucceeding Volume, wherein the Curious Jhall be 
 fatisfied^ in as far as can be gather ed> with Relation 
 to their Lives and Characters, and the Time wherein 
 they Jlourijbed. The Names of the Authors, as we 
 find them in our Copies, are marked before or after 
 their Poems. 
 
 / cannot finijh 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 
 infep arable from a fuperlor Mind^ ajjifted me in this 
 Undertaking with a valuable Number of Poems in a 
 large Manufcript-book in Folio, collected and wrote 
 by Mr. George Bannyntine in Anno 15683 from 
 which MS. the mojl of the following are gathered: 
 And if they prove acceptable to the World^ they may 
 have the Pleafure of expecting a great many more y 
 and Jhall very foon be gratified. 
 
 CHRYSTS-
 
 CHRYSTS-KIRK 
 
 OF THE 
 
 GREN E, 
 
 I. 
 
 "\ ^ 7" AS nevir in Scotland hard nor fene 
 
 Sic Dancing and Deray, 
 Nowthir at Falkland on the Grene, 
 Nor Pebills at the Play, 
 
 As 
 
 NO TES. 
 
 Becaufe we ftriftly obferve 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 elfe of the Antique, or 
 Difference from the Englifb : But fhall refer you to the Gloflary at the 
 End of the fecond Vol. for the Explanation of all of that kind in par- 
 ticular, and of thofe that are more peculiar to this Nation, 
 
 Rule I. Grene, Setie, Clene, &c., Green, Seen, Clean. The double 
 ee is fupplied in fuch Words, commonly with one e before, and another 
 after the Confonant. 
 
 B
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 As was of Wowers, as I wene, 
 At ChryJls-Kirk on a Day; 
 
 Thair came our Kitties wafhen clene 
 In new Kirtills of Gray, 
 
 Full gay, 
 
 At Chryft-Kirk of the Grene that Day. 
 
 II. 
 
 To danfs thir Damyfells them dicht, 
 
 Thir Lafles 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 nyfs when Men them nicht, 
 
 They fqueilt lyke ony Gaits, 
 Sae loud, at, &c. that Day. 
 
 III. OF 
 
 Danfs, Fenfs, Glanfs, Dance, Fence, Glance. The fs us'd for the 
 te often in fuch Words. 
 
 Die/it, Licht, Rlcht, &c., Dight, Light, Right. The ch in fuch 
 Words always us'd in Place of the gh. 
 
 Glu-vis, Lufe, Haif, &c. } Gloves, Love, Have. The f and v in- 
 differently made ufe of in thofe 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 thofe, as in many others, we have endeavour'd to 
 fix the Orthography to the moft frequent Manner.
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 3 
 
 III. 
 
 OF all thir Maidens myld as meld, 
 
 Was nane fae jimp as Gillie: 
 As ony Rofe her Rude was reid, 
 
 Her Lyre was lyke the Lillie. 
 Fow zellow, zellow was her Heidj 
 
 But fcho of Lufe fae filly, 
 Thocht all hir Kin had fworn hir Deid, 
 
 Scho wald haif but fweit Willie 
 Alane, at ChryJl-Kirk, &c. that Day. 
 
 IV. 
 
 SCHO fkornit Jok and fkrapit at him, 
 And murgeont him with Mokks, 
 
 He wald haif luvit, fcho wald not lat him, 
 For all his zellow Lokks. 
 
 He 
 
 Well,. Deid, Held, Meld, &c., Well, Dead, Head, Mead. The 
 Dipthong el 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 thofe Words, Ony, Many, 
 which are the reverfe. 
 
 Nyfs, Wyfs, Byt, Hyd, Myld, Lyk, &c., Nice, Wife, Bite, Hide, 
 Mild, Like. Our not founding the I as the Englljh do, accounts very 
 well for our Elders fpelling all words with a_y of fuch a Sound.
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 He chereift hir, fcho bad gae chat him, 
 Scho compt him not twa Clokks : 
 
 Sae fchamefully his fchort Goun fet him, 
 His Limms wer lyk twa Rokks, 
 
 Scho laid at, &c. that Day. 
 
 V. 
 
 THOM LUTAR was thair Menftral meit, 
 
 O Lord ! as he could lanfs : 
 He playt fae fchill, and fang fae fweet, 
 
 Quhyle Towfie tuke a Tranfs. 
 Auld Lightfute thair he did forleit, 
 
 And counterfittet Franfs; 
 He us'd himfelf as Man difcreit, 
 
 And up tuke Morels Danfs, 
 Full loud, at, &c. that Day. 
 
 VI. THEN 
 
 Sang, Lang, Band, Thrang, Sec., Song, Long, Bond, Throng. The 
 a is us'd in place of o. 
 
 Tuke, Elude, Gude, Luke, Fule, Shute, Sec., Took, Blood, Good, 
 Look, Fool, Shoot. 
 
 Quhyle, Quhat, Quho, Quhyt, Sec., While, What, Who, White. 
 The qu is always us'd for the German iv, when an h immediately 
 follows. See Mr. Ruddiman's GlofTary to Gavin Douglas's Virgil. 
 
 Auld, Bauld, Sec., Old, Bold. Here in many fuch Words the Scots 
 ipell with an in Place of the Engtijb o.
 
 Chryfts-Klrk of the Grene. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THEN Steven came ftepand in with Stands, 
 
 Nae Rynk micht him arreift: 
 Plateflute he bobbit up with Bends, 
 
 For Maid he maid Requeift. 
 He lap till he lay on his Lends ; 
 
 But ryfand was fae preift, 
 Quhyle that he hoiftit at baith Ends, 
 
 For honour of the Feift, 
 And danft, at, &V. that Day. 
 
 VII. SYNE 
 
 Stepand, Ryfand, &c., Stepping, Rifing; and is frequently the Sign 
 of the Participle of the Prefent Tenfe j fometimes an and in inftead of 
 the modern ing. 
 
 Ste-vin, Stepand, Stends, as before, LaJJes licht of Laits, and generally 
 through all, our antient Bards endeavour to add a delicate and artful 
 Smoothnefs to their Verfe, by a Flow of Words that begin with the 
 fame initial Letters. No Poets of any Language ever purfued that 
 Manner fo clofe, or fucceeded fo well. Dryden and Waller, and fome 
 others of our beft 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. Wai. 
 
 One cannot help Trailing to hear the Writer of Mr. Waller's Life fay, 
 That this Way of throwing off a Verfe eafily ivasjirjl introduced by him.
 
 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 Nevellj 
 
 I trow that Hair was ruggit 
 Betwix them, at, &V. that Day. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 ANE bent a Bow, fie Sturt coud fteir him, 
 Grit Skayth wefd to haif fkard 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 fuch Preterites 
 of Verbs, moft of which continue amongft us ftill. 
 
 Toder, Fader, Bruder, Moder, Hider, Sec., That other, Father, 
 Brother, Mother, Hither. The d is frequently us'd for th in fuch 
 Words.
 
 Cbryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 7 
 
 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 furioufly, 
 
 The Bow in Flenders flew : 
 Sae was the Will of God, trow I j 
 
 For had the Tree been trew, 
 Men faid that kend his Archery, 
 
 He wald haif flain enow 
 At ChryJl-Kirk on the Grene that Day. 
 
 X. 
 
 ANE hafty Henfure callit Hary, 
 
 Quha was an Archer heynd, 
 Tytt up a Taikle withouten tary, 
 
 That torment fae him teynd. 
 
 I wat
 
 8 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 I wat not quhidder his Hand coud vary, 
 
 Or the Man was his Freynd; 
 For he efchapit throw Michts of Mary, 
 
 As Man that nae 111 meind, 
 But Gude, at ChryJl-Kirk on the Grene that Day. 
 
 XL 
 
 THAN Lowry lyk a Lyon lap, 
 
 And fone a Flane can fedderj 
 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 flude him neift, 
 
 Loufd affa Schot with Yre; 
 He ettlit the Bern in at the Breift, 
 
 The Bolt flew owre the Byre, 
 
 Ane 
 
 Zellow, Zaip, Zung, Zier, Zou, Sec., Yellow, Yap, Young, Year, 
 You.
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 Ane cryd, Fy, he had (lain a Prieft, 
 
 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 raife 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 mifchevt. 
 
 The 

 
 10 Chryfts-Klrk of the Grene. 
 
 The Menftral wan within twa Wains, 
 That Day full weil he preivt: 
 
 For he came hame with unbirs'd Bains, 
 Quhair Fechtairs war mifcheivt, 
 
 For evir, at, &c . that Day. 
 
 XV. 
 
 HEICH Hutchon with a Hiffil Ryfs, 
 
 To red can throw them rummillj 
 He muddillt them down lyk ony Myfs, 
 
 He was nae Baity bummill. 
 Thocht he was wicht, he was nocht wyfs, 
 
 With fie Jangleurs to jummill ; 
 For frae his Thoume they dang a Sklyfs, 
 
 Quhyle he cry'd Earlafummill^ 
 I am flain, at, &c. this Day. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 QUHEN that he faw 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-K'irk of the Grene. ri 
 
 He gart his Feit defend his Heid, 
 
 The far fairer it fet him; 
 Quhyl he was paft out of all pleid, 
 
 They fould bene fwift that gat him 
 Throw Speid, at, &c. that Day. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 THE Town-Soutar in Grief was bowdin, 
 
 His Wyfe hang at his Waift; 
 His Body was in Blude all browdin, 
 
 He graint lyk ony Ghaift. 
 Her Glitterand Hair that was fae gowden, 
 
 Sae hard in Lufe him laift, 
 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 Male, 
 
 To meit him was nae Mows, 
 There durft not Ten cum him to tak, 
 
 Sae noytit he thair Pows. 
 
 The
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 The Bufchment 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, 
 Maift lyk, at, &c. that Day. 
 
 XX. THE 
 
 Hewt him en the Hows, Hew'd or cut him down, by ftriking him 
 behind on the Houghs or Hams. 
 
 Cum, Sum, Sec., Come, Some. The a in Place of o. 
 
 Lamms, TAowme, Dum, &c., Lambs, Thumb, Dumb. The b 
 feldom made Ufe of in such Words.
 
 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. *3 
 
 > 
 
 XX. 
 
 THE Wyves keift 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 Elude 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 
 
 Mulls, Mules. In feveral Words like this, where an goes between 
 an / and another Confonant, we are to pronounce fhort, as Mules, not 
 Mulis. 
 
 Mangit ar -with Mails, Maim'd with Burdens. 
 
 Fla-wchtir Fails, Turf that Country People flea for covering Houfes. 
 
 Haild the Dulls, is a Phrafe 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.
 
 14 Chryfts-Kirk of the Grene. 
 
 For Faintnefs thae forfochtin Fulis, 
 Fell down lyk flauchtir Fails : 
 
 Frefli Men came in and hail'd the Dulis, 
 And dang them down in Dails, 
 
 Bedene, at, &c. that Day. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 QUHEN all was done, Dlk 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 Glalks^ 
 
 And fae did Meg his Mudder. 
 He turn'd and gaif them baith their Paiks; 
 
 For he durft ding nane udder, 
 For Feir, at ChryJi-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.
 
 The THISTLE and the ROSE, 
 
 O'er Flowers and Herbage green, 
 
 By Lady Nature chofe, 
 Brave King and lovely 
 
 POEM 
 
 In Honour of 
 
 MARGARET, Daughter to HENRT the 
 VII. of England, Queen to JAMES the 
 IV. King of SCO TS. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^UHEN Merch with variand Winds was overpaft, 
 ~r And fweit Apryle had with his Silver Showers 
 Tane Leif of Nature, with an orient Bla^t, 
 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 thefe Poems, is an 
 Epithet frequently us'd in this Senfe ; alfo in our Language it exprefles 
 Youthful, Blooming, Large, Jolly.
 
 1 6 The Tbiftle and the Rofe. 
 
 II. 
 
 IN Bed at Morrow, fleiping as I lay, 
 Methocht Aurora with her Ruble Ene, 
 
 In at my Window lukit by the Day, 
 
 And halfit me, with Vifage pale and grene, 
 Upon her Hand a Lark fang frae the Splene, 
 
 Luvers, awake out of your Slumbering, 
 
 Se how the lufty Morning dois upfpring. 
 
 III. 
 
 METHOCHT frefh 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 Houfe ilumynt with her Leims. 
 
 IV. 
 
 SLUGART, fcho faid, 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 increafe thy Courage to indyt; 
 
 Quhafe 
 
 Lukit by the Day, Looked in at my Window by Day or the Dawn- 
 ing. Halfit, Hail'd or Saluted. 
 
 Menfuetude, Mildnefs, or good Humour.
 
 The niflle and the Rofe. * 
 
 Quhafe Heart fomtyme has glad and blifsful bene, 
 Sangs oft to mak under the Brenches grene. 
 
 V. 
 
 QUHERTO, quoth I, fall I upryfe at Morrow, 
 For in thy Month few Birds haif I hard fmg, 
 
 Thay haif mair Caufe to weip and plein their Sorrow : 
 Thy Air it is not holfum nor benyng, 
 Lord Eolus dois in thy Seafon ring, 
 
 Sae boufteous ar the blafts of his {hill horn, 
 
 Amang thy Bews to walk I haif forborn. 
 
 VI. 
 
 WITH that the Lady foberly did fmyle, 
 And faid, Upryfe and do thy Obfervance : 
 
 Thou did promift in Mayis lufty quhyle, 
 
 Then to difcryve the ROSE of moft Plefance. 
 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 Refpe&s. Here 'tis proper 
 we take notice of the Cadency of fuch Words ; many in that Age being 
 pronounced long that now are exprefled 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
 
 Tbi/lle 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 befene, 
 In Sark and Mantle after her I went 
 Into this Garth moft dulce and redolent, 
 
 Of Herb and Flowir, and tender Plants moft fweit, 
 
 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, 
 Whofe gildet Trefles fchone fae wonder cleir, 
 That all the Warld tuke Comfort far and neir, 
 
 To luke upon his frefh and blifsful Face, 
 
 Doing all fable frae the Heavenis chace. 
 
 i 
 
 IX. 
 
 AND as the blifsful Sun drave up the Sky, 
 All Nature fang throu Comfort of the Licht ; 
 
 The Minftrells wingd with open Voyces cry, 
 O Luvers now is fled the dully Nicht, 
 Come welcome Day that comforts every Wicht. 
 
 Hail
 
 The Tbtflle and the Rofe. 19 
 
 Hail May, hail Flora, hail Aurora fhene, 
 
 Hail Princefs 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 blafhy Shower, nor Blasts mair 
 
 cauld 
 Suld Flowirs effray nor Fowles upon the Fauld. 
 
 Scho bad eik Juno Goddes of the Sky, 
 
 That fcho the Heaven fuld keep amene and dry. 
 
 XL 
 
 ALS fcho ordaind that every Bird and Beift 
 Before her Hienefs fuld annone compeir, 
 
 And every Flowir of Virtue maift and leift, 
 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 Observance 
 and Plefanct, muft be accented long.
 
 20 
 
 The niftle and the Rofe. 
 
 XII. 
 
 WITH that annone fcho fent the fwift fute Roe, 
 To bring in alkind Beift frae Dale and Doun, 
 
 The reftlefs Swallow ordert fcho to go, 
 
 And fetch all Fowl of fmall and grit Renown, 
 And to gar Flowirs appeir of all FafToun: 
 
 Fully craftely conjurit fhe the Yarrow. 
 
 Quhilk did forth fwirk as fwift as ony Arrow. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 ALL brocht in were, in twynkling of an Ee, 
 Baith Belft and Bird and Flowlr before the 
 
 And firft the Lyon greateft of Degre 
 
 Was fummond ther, and he, fair to be fene, 
 With a full hardy Countenance and kene, 
 
 Before Dam Nature came, and did inclyne, 
 
 With Vifage bauld, and Courage Leonyne. 
 
 XIV. THIS 
 
 Courage Leonyne. This perhaps maybe fmil'd at, but there's as 
 much Reafon to laugh at the modern Phrafe of one's looking like 
 himfelf.
 
 The Thijlle and the Rofe. 21 
 
 XIV. 
 
 THIS awful Beift was terrible of Cheir, 
 
 Perfing of Luke, and flout of Countenance, 
 
 Right ftrong of Corps, of Faflbn fair, hot feir, 
 Lufty of Shape, licht of Deliverance, 
 Reid of his Colour, as the Ruby Glance : 
 
 In Feild of Gold he ftude 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 maift ryall there to fee, 
 Saying, The King of all Beifts 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 Pleafure which is 
 his own Property ; wherefore fuch Annotations fhall be declined. 
 When Folks are raviflied with any Pleafure tho' it be obvious to every 
 By-ftander, yet they cannot help exprefiing what delights them many 
 Times over, when there is not the leaft Occafion for Information. 
 This was juft my Cafe, on reading this excellent Defcription of the Lyon 
 and the Scots Arms, never fo happily blazoned.
 
 22 The Tblftle and the Rofe. 
 
 And the Protedlor cheif in Wodes and Schaws, 
 Go furth, and to thy Leiges keip the Laws. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 JUSTICE exerce, with Mercy and Confciens, 
 
 And let nae fmall 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 
 
 Jy> 
 
 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, 
 Whofe noble Yre his Greitnefs mitigates. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 SYNE crownit fcho the Eagle King of Fowls ; 
 
 And fharp as Darts of Steil fcho made his Penns, 
 And bade him be as juft to Whawps and Owls, 
 
 As 
 

 
 The Tbiftle and the Rofe. 23 
 
 As unto Peakoks^ Papingos^ or Crans^ 
 And mak ane Law for w icht Fowls and for Wrens, 
 And let nae Fowl of Rapine do affray, 
 Nor Birds devore but his own proper Prey. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 THEN callt fcho all the Flowirs grew in the Feild, 
 Difcryving all thair FafTons and Effeirs, 
 
 Upon the awfull THISTLE flie beheld, 
 
 And faw him guarded with a Bufh of Speirs, 
 Confiddering him fae able for the Weirs, 
 
 A radiant Crown of Rubies fcho him gaif, 
 
 And faid, in Feild go forth, and fend the laif. 
 
 XX. 
 
 AND fen thou art a King, be thou defcreit, 
 Herb without Value hald not of fie Pryce, 
 
 As Herb of Vertew and of Odour fweet, 
 And let no Netle vyle and full of Vyce 
 Hir fallow with the gudly Flowr-de-Lyce, 
 
 Nor let no wyld Weid, full of Churlifhnefs, 
 
 Compare hir to the Lillys Nobilnefs. 
 
 XXI. NOR
 
 24 The Thijlle and the Rofe. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 NOR hald nane other Flowir in fie denty 
 
 As the frefh ROSE, of Colour reid and quhyt; 
 
 For if thou dois, hurt is thyne Honefty, 
 Confiddering that no Flowir is fae perry te, 
 Sae full of Plefans, Vertew and Delyte, 
 
 Sae full of blifsful Angellyke Bewtie, 
 
 Imperial Birth, Honour and Dignitie. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 THEN to the ROSE fcho did her Vifage turn, 
 And faid, O lufty Dochter moft benyng, 
 
 Abofe the Lilly thou art ilufterous born, 
 Frae Ryal Linage ryfing frefh and yung, 
 But ony Spot or Macull doing fprung : 
 
 Cum Blume of Joy with richeft Jems be crownd, 
 
 For owre the laif thy Bewtie is renound. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 A coftly Crown with Stanes clarified bricht, 
 
 This comely Quene did on hir Heid inclofe, 
 Quhyle all the Land illumynat of Licht j 
 
 Quhairfor 
 
 Quhoh, Dots, Hir, Sec., Whofe, Does, Her. The e in many fuch 
 Words is fupplied with /. 
 But ony Spot, Without Spot.
 
 The niflle and the Rofe. 25 
 
 Quhairfor methocht, the Flowirs did all rejofe, 
 Crying attaines, Hail to the fragrant ROSE, 
 Hail Emprefs of the Herbs, frefch 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 moft rich and richt, 
 That does upflurifs under Phebus Sphere, 
 Hail Plant of Youth, Hail Princes Dochter deir, 
 
 Hail Blofome breking out of Elude Ryal, 
 Quhois precious Vertew is Imperial. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 THE Merle fcho fang, Hail ROSE of moft Delyt, 
 Hail of all Flowirs the fweit and foverain Quene: 
 
 The Lark fcho fang, Hail ROSE baith reid and quhyt, 
 Moft plefand Flowir of michty Colours twain ; 
 Nichtingails fang, Hail Nature's Suffragane, 
 
 In Bewty, Nurture, and each Nobilnefs, 
 
 In rich Array, Renown and Gentilnefs. 
 
 XXVI. THE 
 
 That the Houfe of York and Lancafler (the White and Red Rofe) were 
 united in the Perfon of our Queen, is well known.
 
 26 The niftle and the Rofe. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 THE common Voice upraife of Birdis fmall, 
 Upon this Ways, O bliffit be the Hour 
 
 That thou was chofe 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 conferve from all Adverfity. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 THEN all the Confort fang with fie 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, 
 Calk to my Mufe, and for my Subjeck chofe 
 To fmg the Ryal THISTLE and the ROSE. 
 
 ghiod Mr. W m - DUNBAR.
 
 A 
 
 PANYGYRICK 
 
 ON 
 
 S R PENNY. 
 
 i. 
 
 "D ICHT fain wald I my Qwaintance mak 
 
 Sr Penny with, and wate ye quhy? 
 He is a Man will undertak 
 
 A Lairdfhip of braid Lands to buy; 
 Thairfoir methink richt fain wald I 
 With him in Fellowfhip repair, 
 
 Becaufe he is in Company 
 A noble Gyde baith late and air. 
 
 II. SR
 
 28 A Panygyrick on Sr Penny. 
 
 II. 
 
 SR Penny for till hald in Hand, 
 
 His Company they think fae fweit; 
 Sum does not care to fell thair Land, 
 
 With gude Sr Penny for to meit, 
 
 Becaufe he is of a noble Spreit, 
 A furthy Man and a forfeiand j 
 
 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 fee, 
 They ftill fo 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 wyfe and war; 
 He mony Reafons can furth fchaw, 
 
 Quhen he is {landing at the Bar, 
 
 Is
 
 A Panygyrick on Sr Penny. 29 
 
 Is nane fae fharp that can him fear, 
 Quhen he propons furth ony Pley; 
 
 Nor zit fae hardy Man as dar 
 Sr Penny tyne or difobey. 
 
 V. 
 
 SR Penny is baith leird and wyfe, 
 
 The Kirk to fteir he taks in Hand, 
 Difponer of ilk Benefice 
 
 In this Realm, throu all the Land j 
 
 Is nane fae wicht dar him gainftand, 
 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 underftand, 
 
 Into thy Bag beir thou his Name, 
 Thy Matter cums better to hand. 
 
 VII. SR
 
 3 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 j 
 Thirout he is but findle fene, 
 
 Sae faft tharin they can him fteik, 
 That Commons pure cannot obtain 
 
 Ane Day to byd with him and fpeik. 
 
 Tray and Tene, Anger. 
 
 Hair-moull, Grown hoary with Mouldinefs. 
 
 VERTUE
 
 3 1 
 
 VERTUE and V YC E. 
 
 A 
 
 POEM, 
 
 Addreft to 
 
 JAMES V. King of SCOTS, 
 
 By the famous and renown'd Clerk, 
 
 Mr. JOHN BELLENTYNE, 
 
 Arch-Dean of Murray. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^VUHEN Silver Diane full of Beims bricht, 
 -^ Frae dark Eclips was paft this uther Nicht, 
 
 And to the Crab hir proper Manfion gane ; 
 drtophilax contending with his Micht 
 In the grit Eift to fet his Vifage richt ; 
 
 I mene the Leider of the Charle-wane: 
 
 Aboif our Heid then was the Urfis twain, 
 Quhen Starris fmall obfcure grew to our Sicht, 
 
 And Lucifer left twinkling him alane. 
 
 II. THE
 
 3 2 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 II. 
 
 THE frofty Nicht with her prolixit Hours, 
 Her Mantle quhyt fpred on the tender Flours j 
 
 When ardent Labour has addreffit me, 
 Translate the Tale of our Progenitours, 
 Thair greit Manheid, Wifdom and hie Honours, 
 
 Quhair we may cleir, as in a Mirrour, fee 
 
 The furious End fomtymes of Tyranie; 
 Somtymes the Gloir of prudent Governours, 
 
 Ilk State appryfit in thair Facultie. 
 
 III. 
 
 MY weary Spreit defiring to reprefs 
 My emptive Pen of frutelefs Biffinefs, 
 
 Awalkit forth to tak the recent Air, 
 When Priapus with ftormy Weid opprefs, 
 Requeiftit me, in his maift Tendernefs, 
 
 To reft a while amids his Gardens bare. 
 
 But I no maner coud my Mynd prepare 
 To fet afyde unplefant Havynefs 
 
 On this and that contempling Solitare. 
 
 IV. AND 
 
 Priapus, who prefides over Gardens.
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 33 
 
 IV. 
 
 AND firft 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 pleife in ony manner beft, 
 
 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 bifly curis, 
 Sae far as Labour and his Wifdom furls, 
 
 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. 
 
 VI. OF
 
 34 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 VI. 
 
 OF eardlie State bewailing thus the Chance 
 Of Fortune gude I had nae Efperance, 
 
 Sae lang I had fwomt in hir Seis fae 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 fpreid 
 
 Throw kindly Dew, and Humours nutrative, 
 Quhen golden Titan with his Flamis fae reid, 
 Aboif the Seis upraift his glorious Heid, 
 
 Defoundirig down his Heit reftorative 
 
 To evry Fruit that Nature maid to live, 
 Whilk was afore into the Winter deid, 
 
 With Stormis cauld, and Har-froft penetrive. 
 
 VIII. A
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 35 
 
 VIII. 
 
 A Silver Fountain fprang with Watir cleir 
 Into that Place, quhair I approchit neirj 
 
 Quhair I did fone efpy a fellon Reird 
 Of courtly Gallants in thair gayeft Weir, 
 Rejoycing them in Seafon of the Zeir, 
 
 As it had bene of May is fweit Day the Feird, 
 
 Their gudelie Havings made me nocht affeird ; 
 With them I faw a crownit King appeir, 
 
 With tender Downs arrifmg 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 pranfand owre the Bents, 
 Thair coftly Cleathing fhawd their mighty Rents ; 
 
 Quhat Heart micht wifh, they wanted not a Myte, 
 
 The Rubies fhone upon thair Fingers quhyt : 
 And finaly I knew by thair Confents 
 
 This VERTUE was, that uther hecht Delyte. 
 
 X. THIR
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 X. 
 
 THIR GoddefTes arrayt in this fine Ways, 
 As Reverence and Honour lift devyfe, 
 
 Afore this PRINCE fell down upon thair Kneis, 
 Syne dreft themfells into thair beft Avyfe, 
 Sae far as Wifdom in thair Powir lyes, 
 
 To do the Thing that micht him beft appleife, 
 
 Quhair he rejoyced in his heavenly Gleis, 
 And him defyret that for his Emperyfs, 
 
 Ane of them twa unto his Lady cheis. 
 
 XL 
 
 AND firft Delyte unto the PRINCE faid thus, 
 Maift valiant Knycht, in Actions amorous, 
 
 And luftyeft that evir Nature wrocht, 
 Quha in the Flour of Zouth mellyfluous, 
 With Notes fweit, and fang mellodious, 
 
 Awalketh heir amang the Flowirs foft, 
 
 Thou has nae Game, but in thy mirry Thocht, 
 My heavenly Blifs is fo delicious, 
 
 All Wealth in Eard bot it availeth nocht. 
 
 XII. THO
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 37 
 
 XII. 
 
 THO thou had France , and all beyont the P0, 
 Spain^ Ingland, Pole^ with uther Kingdoms moe, 
 
 And reign cure 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 thairfor with all thy bifly Cure, 
 That thou in Joy and Pleifure may endure j 
 
 Be Sicht of thir four Bodyis elementar, 
 Twa grofs 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
 
 38 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 confumed 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 fum new Manner, 
 
 Naething is new, nocht but the Form is gane. 
 
 XV. 
 
 THUS naething is in Eard but fugitive, 
 PafTand and command fpreiding fucceffivej 
 
 And as a Beift, fo is a Man confave 
 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 refave, 
 Quhile thou art heir into this prefent Lyve, 
 
 For after Death thou fall no Plefour haif. 
 
 XVI. THE 

 
 Vertue and Vyce. 39 
 
 XVI. 
 
 THE Rofe, the Lilly, and the Violet, 
 Unpult, fone wither, and with winds owrefet, 
 
 Wallout falls down hot ony Fruit, I wifs, 
 Thairfore I fay, Sen that naething may let, 
 But thy bricht Hew maun be with Zeirs all fret, 
 
 (For every Thing but for a Seafon is) 
 
 Thou may not haif a mair excellent Blifs 
 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, quhillc Nature has provyde 
 
 With every Plefour, that thou mayft divyne, 
 Ay quhile my tender Zeirs be overflyde j 
 Then gif thou pleis that I thy Brydel gyde, 
 
 Thou maun allways from agit men declyne, 
 
 Syne drefs thy Hairt, thy Courage and Ingyne, 
 To fuffer nane fall in thy Houfe abyde, 
 
 But gif thay will unto thy Luft inclyne. 
 
 XVIII. GIF
 
 4 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 Pleafour in this Eard fo grit, 
 As quhen a Luver dois his Lady meit, 
 
 To raife his Lyf frae mony a deidlie Soun, 
 
 As hieft plefour but Comparifoun. 
 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 Plefant, 
 Gif thou into her mirry Flichts fall hant, 
 
 Of evry Blifs that may in Eard appeir, 
 As Hairt will think thou fall nae Plenty want, 
 Quhile Zeirs fwift with Quheils properant, 
 
 Confume thy Strenth, and all thy Bewtie cleir. 
 
 And quhen Delyt had faid on this Maner, 
 As Rage of Zowtheid thocht maift relivantj 
 
 Then Verteiu fpake, as after ye fall heir. 
 
 XX. MY
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 4 1 
 
 XX. 
 
 MY Lands full braid with mony a plenteous Shyre, 
 Sail give thy Hienefs, (gif thou lift difyre) 
 
 Triumphant Glore, hie Honour, Fame divyne, 
 With fie PuifTance, that them nae furious Yre, 
 Nor weirand Age, nor Flames of birnand Fyre, 
 
 Nor bitter Death may bring unto Rewyne, 
 
 But thou maun firft enfufFer 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 ftrong as ony Wall, 
 
 And nathing breks me but vyl Slugardy. 
 
 XXII. NAE
 
 4 2 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 NAE Fortune may againft me ocht avail, 
 Tho fcho with cloudy ftorms me aft aflail. 
 
 I brek the Streim of fharp adverfity, 
 In Wedder lown, and maift tempeftous Hail, 
 Bot any Dreid I beir an equal Sail : 
 
 My Ships fae ftrong, that I may never die, 
 
 Wit, Reafon, 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 Diftrefs and fharp Adverfity, 
 
 As be this Reafon is experience; 
 The fyneft Gold or Silver that we fe, 
 May not be wrocht to our Utility, 
 
 Without kein Flames and bitter Violence; 
 
 The mair Diftrefs, the mair Intelligence. 
 Quha eir fails lang in hie Profperity, 
 
 Ar fune owrefet, gainft ftorms have nae Defence. 
 
 XXIV. THIS
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 43 
 
 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 honeft Labour dois a Thing, 
 Thy Labour vaniefis but tarrying; 
 
 Howbeit thy honeft Warks they do not fae. 
 
 Gif thou does ocht of Luft be Nicht or Day, 
 The fhameful Deid, without difTevering, 
 
 Continues ftill when Plefour is away. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 As Carvell ticht, faft tending throw the Sie, 
 Leives nae imprent amang the Wallis hie. 
 
 As fwifteft Birds with mony a bifTy Plume 
 Perfis the Air, and wates not quhair thay flie, 
 Sicklyks our Lyfe without A6tivitie ; 
 
 It gifles na Fruit, howbeit a Shadow blume. 
 
 Quha dois thair Lyfe in Ydlenefs confume, 
 Bot Vertews Deids, thair Fame and Memorie 
 
 Sail vanife foner than the reiky Fume. 
 
 XXVI. As
 
 44 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 As Watter purges and maks Bodys fair, 
 As Fyre afcends 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 maift fweit, and Rofe maift redolent; 
 As ftern of Day by Motion circulair, 
 
 Chaifes 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 raifes it into the hieft Sphere, 
 Immortally to fhine in GODS awin Sicht, 
 
 His chofen Creature, and as Spous maift deir. 
 
 XXVIII. THIS
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 45 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 THIS uther Wretch that clipit is Delyte^ 
 Involves Mankynd be fenfual Appityte, 
 
 In every Kind of Vyce and Miferie, 
 Because nae Wit nor Reafon is perfyte 
 Quhair me is Gyde, but Skaith thats infinyt; 
 
 With Dolour, Shame, and urgent Povertiej 
 
 For fcho fprang frae the licht Froth of the Se. 
 Quhilk fignifies hir Plefour venomit, 
 
 Is minglit ay with Ihairp Adverfitie. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 DUKE Hannibal^ as mony Authors wrait, 
 Throw Spenzle came be mony a PafTage ftrait; 
 
 To Italy in Furor bellical, 
 Brak down hie Walls, and hieft 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 faft and delicate, 
 
 That by his Faes he was fone overthrawll. 
 
 XXX. OF
 
 4-6 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 OF ferfs Achill the weirly Deids fprang, 
 
 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 ftrang, 
 The valiant Greiks furth frae thair Ruins dang, 
 
 Vidtorioufly exercit mony a Zeirj 
 
 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 fchaw at lenth my Tung wald nevir ftint. 
 
 XXXII. BUT
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 47 
 
 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 maift 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 ? 
 Becaufe they had a VERTUE fingulair, 
 
 Excellent hie abune the Ingyne of Man. 
 
 XXXIV. AND
 
 48 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 AND uthers are in Reik fulphurious, 
 As Ixion, and weiry Syfyphus^ 
 
 Ewnenides, the Furys odibil, 
 The proud Gyants, and thrifty Tantalus y 
 With ugly Drink, and Fude maift vennomus, 
 
 Quhair Flames bauld, and Mirknefs ar fenfibil 
 
 Quhy ar thir Folk in Pains fae terribil? 
 Becaufe they were but Shrews maift vicious 
 
 Into thair Lyfe, with Deids maift horribil. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 AND tho nae Fruit wer after confequent 
 Of mortall Lyfe, but for this Warld prefent 
 
 Ilk Man to haif allenerlie Refpect ; 
 Zet VERTUE fould frae Vice be different, 
 As quick frae deid, as rich frae indigent; 
 
 That ane to hieft Honour does direct, 
 
 This uther Saul and Body does neglect. 
 That ane of Reafon maift intelligent, 
 
 This uther of Beifts following the Effect. 
 
 XXXVI. FOR
 
 Vertue and Vyce. 49 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 FOR he that nold againft his vyl Lufts ftryve, 
 But lives as Beifts of Knawlege fenfityve, 
 
 Grows fail to Eild, and Death him fone owrehails: 
 Thairfor the Mule is of a langer Lyfe 
 Than the ftaind Horfe; alfo the barrand Wyfe 
 
 Zouthfull appeirs, when that the Brudie fails: 
 
 We alfo fe when Nature nocht prevails, 
 The Pain and Dolour ar fae pungityve, 
 
 Nae Medycyne the Patient then avails. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 SEN our Intents baith we haif fhawn thee thus, 
 Cheis of us twae the maift delicious, 
 
 Or to fuftene a fharp Adverfitie, 
 Danting the Rage of Zouth-heid furious, 
 And fyn pofles Triumphs innumerous, 
 
 With hie Empyre, and lang Felicitie; 
 
 Or haif ane Moment Senfualitie 
 Of fulifh Zouth, in Lyf voluptous, 
 
 And all thy Days full of fad Miferie. 
 
 E XXXVIII. PHE-
 
 5 Vertue and Vyce. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 PHEBUS be this his fyrie Cart did wry, 
 Frae South to Weft declynand biflyly 
 
 To dip his Steids into the Weftlin Main ; 
 When ryfmg Damps owrefaild his Vifage 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 efpy 
 
 Quhilk of the twa was for his Lady tane. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 BUT fone I knew they were the Goddefles 
 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 Idlenefs, 
 
 That he in VERTUE micht his Lyfe decore; 
 
 Then Warks he did of maift excellent Glorej 
 The mair increfst his painfull Biflinefs, 
 
 His hie Triumphs and Loving was the more. 

 
 A By t and BALL AT on war to Wives, 
 That gar tbair Men live pinging Lives. 
 
 I. 
 
 ~DE merry, Brethrene, ane and all, 
 
 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 fpared be, 
 Thocht they haif Gold and Land, 
 
 Nor zit the Fair, for their Bewty, 
 Cannot that Charge gainftand. 
 
 Tho
 
 5 2 A bytand Ballat, &c. 
 
 Tho Wicht or Weak wald flee away, 
 Nae Doubt but all maun Ranfom 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, 
 
 Unlefs he be her Slaif: 
 
 But
 
 A bytand Ballat^ &c. 53 
 
 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 faft afleip ; 
 Ane mirry in thair Company, 
 To them is worth baith Gold and Fie : 
 A Menftrell 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 fmg, 
 
 Quha 
 
 Sunt Lairds. Here is spelled with an S, as it ought, and not with a 
 as many of the Englljb do.
 
 54 A bytand Ballat, &c. 
 
 Quha lifts not here to make gude Cheir, 
 Perchance his Guids an uthir Yeir 
 Be fpent, quhen he is brought to Beir, 
 Quhen his Wyfe taks the Fling. 
 
 VII. 
 
 IT has been fene, that wyfe Women, 
 
 After their Hufband'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 Dringj 
 And fyne gart all the Bairnies fmg, 
 Ramukloch in their Bed. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 THEN wad fcho fay, Alake this Day, 
 
 For him that wan this Geir, 
 Quhen I him had, I Ikairfly faid, 
 
 My Heart anes mak gude Cheir. 
 Or I had letten him fpend a Plak r 
 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 Batlat, &c. 55 
 
 IX. 
 
 ZE Niggarts then Example tak, 
 
 And leir to fpend your awn, 
 And with gude Freynds ay mirry male, 
 
 That it may well be knawn, 
 That thou art he quha wan this Geir; 
 And for thy Wyfe fe thou nocht fpair, 
 With blyth Freynds ay to make Repair, 
 Sae fall thy Worth be fhawn. 
 
 X. 
 
 FINIS quod I, quha sets not by 
 The ill Wy ves 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. 
 
 ROBIN
 
 ROBIN and M A K Y N E, 
 
 A PASTORAL. 
 
 I. 
 
 "D OBIN fat on the gude grene Hill, 
 
 Keipand a Flock of Fie, 
 Quhen mirry Makyne faid him till, 
 
 O Robin rew on me. 
 I haif thee luivt baith loud and ftill, 
 
 Thir Towmonds twa or thre; 
 My Dule in dern but gif thou dill, 
 
 Doubtlefs bot Dreid I die. 
 
 II. 
 
 ROBIN replied, Now by the Rude, 
 
 Naithirig of Luve I knaw, 
 But keip my Sheip undir yon Wod, 
 
 Lo quhair they raik on Raw. 
 
 Quhat 
 
 Dule in dern, Sorrow in fecret. Dill, ftill, calm, or mitigate. 
 Raik on Raw, go apace in a Row.
 
 Robin and Makyne. 57 
 
 Quhat can have mart thee in thy Mude, 
 
 Thou Makyne to me fchaw ? 
 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 ; 
 Prefs ay to pleis, and blyth appeir, 
 
 Be patient, and privie. 
 
 IV. 
 
 ROBIN he anfwert 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.
 
 5 8 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, 
 
 Doubtlefs I am but deid. 
 
 VI. 
 
 MAKTNE 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. 59 
 
 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^ adleu^ 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 lift; 
 
 For Lemans I luid nane. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 ROBIN I ftand in fie a Style, 
 
 I fich, and that full fair. 
 Makyne I have been heir this quyle, 
 
 At hame I wifh I were. 
 Robln^ my Hinny, talk and fmyle, 
 
 Gif thou will do nae mair. 
 Makyne sum uther Man beguylej 
 
 For hameward I will fare. 
 
 IX. SYNE
 
 60 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 
 
 Aflemblit all his Sheip, 
 Be that fomepart of Makyns Ail, 
 
 Outthrow his Heart coud creip, 
 Hir faft he followt to aflail, 
 
 And till her tuke gude keip. 
 
 XL ABYD 
 
 Brayd attowre the Bent, halted over the Field. Tuke gude Keif, 
 kept a clofe Eye upon her.
 
 Robin and Makyne. 61 
 
 XL 
 
 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 mifter nae keiping. 
 
 XII. 
 ROBIN^ thou has heard fung and fay, 
 
 In Jefts and Storys auld, 
 The Man that will not when he may, 
 
 Sail have nocht when he wald. 
 I pray to Heaven baith Nicht and Day, 
 
 Be eikd their Cares fae cauld, 
 That prefles firft with thee to play, 
 
 Be Forreft, Firth or Fauld. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 MAKYNE , the Nicht is foft and dry, 
 
 The Wether warm and fair, 
 And the grene Wod richt neir hand by 
 
 To walk attowre all where : 
 
 There
 
 62 Robin and Makyne. 
 
 There may nae Janglers us efpy, 
 
 That is to Luve contrair, 
 Therin, Makyne^ baith you and I, 
 
 Unfeen may mak Repair. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 ROBIN, that Warld is now away, 
 
 And quyt brocht till an End, 
 And neir again thereto perfay, 
 
 Sail it be as thou wend ; 
 For of my Pain thou made but Play, 
 
 I Words in vain did fpend; 
 As thou has done fae fall I fay, 
 
 Murn on, I think to mend. 
 
 XV. 
 
 MAKTNE, 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 3 
 
 Adieu, for this we met. 
 
 XVI. MA-
 
 Robin and Makyne. 63 
 
 XVI. 
 
 MAKYNE went hameward blyth enough, 
 
 Outowre the Holtis Hair. 
 Pure Robin murnd 2nd 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 rafhy Gair. 
 
 Finis quod Mr. ROB. HENRYSON. 
 
 jfdvice
 
 Advice to Man to enjoy his ain. 
 
 tl(g 
 
 I. 
 
 TV/T AN, fen thy Lyfe is ay in Weir, 
 And Deid is ever drawing neir, 
 The Tyme unfiker and the Place, 
 Thyne ain Gude fpend quhile thou has Space. 
 
 II. 
 
 GIF it be thyne, thy felf it ufes, 
 
 Gif it be not, thee it refufes, 
 
 Another of thee Profit has, 
 
 Then fpend thy ain quhile thou has Space. 
 
 III. 
 
 THOU may to Day have Gude to fpend, 
 In haift to Morn may from it wend, 
 And leive an uther thy Baggs to brace, 
 Then fpend thy ain quhile thou has Space. 
 
 IV. QUHILE
 
 Advice to Man to enjoy his am. 65 
 
 IV. 
 
 QUHILE thou has Space, fe thou difpone 
 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 Pals; 
 
 Thyne ain Gude fpend quhile thou has Space. 
 
 VI. 
 
 SYNE cums ane blythfome of his Sorrow, 
 That for him prayd nor Even nor Morrow, 
 And fangs it all with Merrynefs ; 
 Then fpend thy ain quhile thou has Space. 
 
 VII. 
 
 SUM gathers Gude, and ay it fpares, 
 And after him cum braw young Airs, 
 That his auld Thrift fets on an Ace, 
 And fendft a Sheiring in fhort Space. 
 
 VIII. ITS 
 
 F
 
 66 Advice to Man to enjoy his am. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 ITS juft all thyne that here thou fpends, 
 And not all that on thee depends, 
 But his to fpend it that has Grace ; 
 Then fpend 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 fpend 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 fpend thy ain quhyle thou has Space. 
 
 6>uod DUMBAR. 
 
 On
 
 6 7 
 
 On a bonny Veffel called THE FLEMING 
 BARK, belonging to Edinburgh. 
 
 I. 
 
 T HAVE a little FLEMING Berge 
 
 Of cleanly Wark, and fcho is wichtj 
 
 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 fkail; 
 
 Draw
 
 68 The Fleming Bark. 
 
 Draw weil the tackle to her Tail, 
 Scho will not mifs to lay zour Maft, 
 
 To pump as aft as ze may fail, 
 Ze will neir hald her Watter-faft. 
 
 III. 
 
 To coif 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 moonlefs Nichts it is nae Mows, 
 Except a flout Man fteir the Ruther. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A Veffell fair abune the Watter, 
 
 And is but laitly reikit too, 
 Quhairto till deave ze with hir Blatter 
 
 Are nane fie in the Flot as fcho: 
 
 Plum weil the Grund, quhat eir ze do, 
 Hail on the Fore-meit and the Blind ; 
 
 Scho will tak in at Cap and Ko, 
 Without fcho balaft be behind. 
 
 V. NAE
 
 The Fleming Bark. 69 
 
 V. 
 
 NAE Pedders Pak fcho will refufe, 
 
 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 Sowfe, 
 
 She carries nocht but Men and Wyne, 
 And Bulion to the Cunzie-Houfe. 
 
 VI. 
 
 FOR Merchand Men I may haif Money, 
 
 But nane fie as I wald defy re, 
 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 Compafs, keep her Rout; 
 
 Syne
 
 'The Fleming Bark. 
 
 Syne travers ftill, 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 fcho empty, be our Lady, 
 Scho will be kitle of her Dok j 
 Scho will refufe nae Landwart Jok^ 
 
 Tho he flioud fraught her for a Crown : 
 Thus fair ze weil, fays gude John Cok, 
 
 A nobil Sailor in this Toun. 
 
 SEMPLE. 
 
 The
 
 The Defens of Griflell Sandylands 
 For ufing of hir felf contrair the Ten Commands ^ 
 Being In Ward for playing of the Loun 
 With every ane lift glfe hir half a Croun. 
 
 I. 
 
 TDERNiTious People, partial in Defpyte, 
 Sufannas Juges, Sawers of Sedition, 
 
 Zour cankert Council is the Caufe and Wyte, 
 Bowftert with Pryde, and blinded with Ambition, 
 Finding nae Cryme, nor haifing a Comiffion 
 
 To hurt Dame Venus Virgins as ze doj 
 Gif ze fae rafhly rin upon Sufpition, 
 
 Ze may put others on the Pannell too. 
 
 II. 
 
 To Sandylands ze war ower-fair to fchame hir, 
 
 Sen ze with Council quietly might command hir ; 
 Grit Fulis ze war with Fallows to defame hir, 
 Haifing nae Caufe, but common Fame and Sklan 
 der, 
 
 Quhen 

 
 72 The Defens o/Griffell Sandylands. 
 
 Quhen finding no Man in the Houfe neir hand hir, 
 Exept a *Clerk of godly Converfation, 
 
 Quhat gif befyde John Dunes felf ye fand hir, 
 Dar ze fufpedt the haly Congregation. 
 
 III. 
 
 ZOUR flefhly Confciens gars zou tak this Feir, 
 
 Believe ze Virgins will be won fae 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 fufpedt them, 
 
 But Lads and LafTes will meit after None, 
 When Dick and Durle baith dow not correct them* 
 
 IV. 
 
 SEN Drunkards, Gluttons and contentious Men, 
 Scheders of Blude, and Subjects given to Greid, 
 
 May not poflefs, 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 fmall Difficulty.
 
 The Defens ofGriffell 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 accufit. 
 
 Are Minifters fie Men to be abufit, 
 That knaw the Scripture and the Ten Commands? 
 
 Tho he and fcho wer in a Houfe inclufit, 
 That fays not he fell foul on Sandylands. 
 
 VI. 
 
 As for the reft, 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 fay, exept that ze haid fein them 
 
 With rem in re all nakit, bot Adherance; 
 
 Then tak a Bow-ftring,draw it down betweinthem, 
 
 And gif it flicks, that has an ill Appeirance. 
 
 VII. ZE
 
 74 The Defens o/'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 Piftols tuimt, and Backfprent like a Wand, 
 
 Snap Wark, Adieu frae * 
 And warfe than that, ze want zour pryming Powder; 
 
 Then confciens cums with crukit Staff in Hand, 
 Greitand for bygane bowing Back and Shouder. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 REMEMBER firft 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 fend them, 
 Where *Bannatyn has promift to compeir, 
 
 With lawfull Reafon ready to defend them. 
 
 IX. ANE 
 
 * Mr. Patrick.
 
 The Defens o/'Griffell Sandylands. 75 
 
 IX. 
 
 ANE Caufe there is, thay cannot be convick, 
 Ze had nae Power after the Sun was fet. 
 
 The Provoft gave nae Charge to Gilbert Dick; 
 The fpecial Thing that fould not bein forzet, 
 They were not Thieves, nor yet condemt in Dett, 
 
 Nor Red-hand tane, then was nae Caufe ze knaw, 
 * But ze let Rukes and Gleds rin throu the Nett, 
 
 And faiklefs Daws make fubject to the Law. 
 
 X. 
 
 ZOUR partial Juge we may declyne him to, 
 
 But fet me doun the Parfon Penny culk^ 
 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 wifh we tuke, 
 To keip our Dyet, Mes David Makglll. 
 
 XI. QUHAT 
 
 Little Villains muft fubmit to Fate, 
 
 That great Ones may enjoy the World in State.
 
 76 'The Defens c/~Griffell Sandylands. 
 
 XL 
 
 QUHAT Kimmer cafts the formeft Stane, lets fe, 
 At thae poor Queans, ze wrangfully fufpeck 
 
 For fklenting Bouts ; now better war let be, 
 Than to begin and get zour felves a Geek, 
 The greateft Fait I find in this Effect; 
 
 They baith tuke Pay, and put themfelves in Schame ; 
 But quhen the Court cums to the Town, quhat 
 
 We fall reftore them to their Stock again. [Reck, 
 
 XII. 
 
 IN zour Tolbuith fie Prifoners 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, 
 
 Becaufe his Back is larbour groun and lidder, 
 Bot Understanding now to treit a Stranger. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 THE greateft Greif I find, ze haif defamed 
 
 Thir Luvers leil, and done their Friends but Lack, 
 
 Becaufe thair Bands were juft to be proclaimd, 
 Partys had met, and made a fair Contrack: 
 
 But
 
 The Defens qfGriffell Sandylands. 77 
 
 But now alas the Men are loppen back; 
 For oppen Sklander callt a fpeikand Deil, 
 
 In grit Affairs ze had not bein fae fnack, 
 About the ruleing of the Common-weil. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 To punifh Part is Partiality, 
 
 To punifh all is hard to do indeid ; 
 But fend them heir to our Regality, 
 
 And we fall fee gif we can ferve their Neid j 
 
 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. 
 
 >uod SEMPLE. 
 
 THE
 
 Js A AA A A AA AA AA A A A A A A A AA A A AA AA^AAA 
 
 The Battle of Hartaw, 
 
 Fought en upon Friday, July 24, 1411, 
 agalnft Donald of the Ifles. 
 
 I. 
 
 ~C*RAE Dunideir as I cam throuch, 
 Doun by the Hill of Banochie, 
 
 Allangft the Lands of Garioch; 
 Grit Pitie was to heir and fe 
 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. 79 
 
 But fen the Days of auld King Hairy 
 Sic Slauchter was not hard nor fene, 
 
 And thair I had nae Tyme to tairy, 
 For Biffinefs in Merdene. 
 
 III. 
 
 THUS as I walkit on the Way, 
 
 To Inverury as I went, 
 I met a Man and bad him ftay, 
 
 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 Y/es did claim, 
 Unto the Lands of Rofs fum Richt, 
 
 And to the Governour he came, 
 Them for to haif gif that he micht : 
 
 Quha 
 
 Governor, Robert Duke of Allany, Uncle to King Jama I. The 
 Account of this famous Battle may be feen in our Scots Hiftories.
 
 8o Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 Quha faw his Intereft was but flicht; 
 And thairfore anfwerit with Difdain ; 
 
 He haftit hame baith Day and Nicht, 
 And fent nae Bod ward back again. 
 
 V. 
 
 BUT Donald richt impatient 
 
 Of that Anfwer 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 haiftylie 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. 81 
 
 VII. 
 
 THUS with the Weir-men of the Ties, 
 
 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 Rofs he roars, 
 
 And all obey'd at his Bandown, 
 Evin frae the North to Suthren Shears. 
 
 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 fpak, 
 That beft 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 Invernefs^ 
 Throw Murray Land to mak a Raid, 
 
 Frae Arthurfyre unto Spey-nefs. 
 
 And
 
 82 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 And further mair, he fent Exprefs, 
 To fchaw his Collours and Enfenzie, 
 
 To all and fmdry, mair and lefs, 
 Throchout the Boundis of Boyn and Enzie. 
 
 X. 
 
 AND then throw fair Strathbogie Land, 
 
 His Purpofe was for to purfew, 
 And quhafoevir durft gainftand, 
 
 That Race they ftiould full fairly rew. 
 
 Then he bad all his Men be trew, 
 And him defend by Forfs and Slicht, 
 
 And promift them Rewardis anew, 
 And mak them Men of mekle Micht. 
 
 XI. 
 
 WITHOUT Refiftans as he faid, 
 
 Throw all thefe Parts he ftoutly pail, 
 Quhair fum war wae, and fum war glaid, 
 
 But Gar loch was all agaft. 
 
 Throw all thefe Feilds he fped him faft, 
 For fie a Sicht was never fenej 
 
 And then, forfuith, he langd at laft 
 To fe the Bruch of Aberdene. 
 
 XII. To
 
 Battle of Harlaw. 83 
 
 XII. 
 
 To hinder this prowd Enterprife, 
 
 The ftout and michty Erie of MARR 
 
 With all his Men in Arms did ryfe, 
 Even frae Curgarfto 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 Erie of MARR, 
 
 Marcht with his Men in richt Array, 
 Befoir the Enemie was aware, 
 
 His Banner bauldly did difplay. 
 
 For weil enewch they kend the Way, 
 And all thair Semblance weil they faw, 
 
 Without all Dangir, or Delay, 
 Came haiftily to the HARLAW. 
 
 XIV. WITH 
 
 MARK, Alexander Earl of Mar, Son of Alexander the Governour's 
 Brother.
 
 84 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 WITH him the braif Lord OGILVT, 
 
 Of Angus Sherriff-principall, 
 The Conftabill of gude Dunde, 
 
 The Vanguard led before them all. 
 
 Suppofe in Number they war fmall, 
 Thay firft richt bauldlie did purfew, 
 
 And maid thair Faes befoir them fall, 
 Quha then that Race did fairly rew. 
 
 XV. 
 
 AND then the worthy Lord SALTON, 
 
 The ftrong undoubted Laird of DRUM, 
 The ftalwart Laird of Lawriftone^ 
 
 With ilk thair Forces all and fum. 
 
 PANMUIR with all his Men did cum, 
 The Provoft of braif Aberdene^ 
 
 With Trumpets and with Tuick of Drum, 
 Came fchortly in thair Armour fchene. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 THESE with the Erie of MARR came on, 
 
 In the Reir-ward richt orderlie, 
 Thair Enemies to fett upon ; 
 
 In awfull Manner hardily, 
 
 Togither
 
 Battle of Harlaw. 85 
 
 Togither vowit to live and die, 
 Since they had marchit mony Mylis 
 
 For to fupprefs the Tyrannic 
 Of douted DONALD of the Ties. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 BUT he in Number Ten to Ane, 
 
 Richt fubtilie alang did ryde, 
 With Makomtofch 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
 
 86 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 WITH doutfum Vi&orie they dealt, 
 
 The bludy Battill laftit lang, 
 Each Man his Nibours Forfs thair felt; 
 
 The weakeft 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 laft gaif back; 
 
 For they war all out of Array. 
 The Earl of MARRIS Men throw them brak, 
 
 Purfewing 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 Feirdnefs tint the Feild. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 THEN Donald fled, 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
 
 Battle of Harlaw. 87 
 
 And fae of Rofs he loft his Richt, 
 Thocht mony Men with him he brocht, 
 
 Towards the Ties 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 Difcourfe be fumthing fchort, 
 
 Tak this to be a richt futhe Saw : 
 
 Contrairie GOD and the Kings Law, 
 Thair was fpilt mekle Chriftian 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 : 
 Thefe lazie Lowns micht weil be fpaird, 
 
 Cheffit lyke Deirs into thair Dens, 
 And gat thair Waiges for Rewaird. 
 
 XXIV. MAL-
 
 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 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 ; 
 
 Thoufands with them without Remeid, 
 
 On Donalds Syd that Day war flain. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 AND on the uther Syde war loft, 
 
 Into the Feild that difmal 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 beft Men amang them was, 
 The gracious gude Lord OGILVT^ 
 
 The Sheriff-principal of Angus; 
 Renownit for Truth and Equitie,. 
 
 For
 
 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 For Faith and Magnanimitie ; 
 He had few Fallows in the Field, 
 
 Zit fell by fatall Deftinie, 
 For he nae ways wad grant to zield. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 SIR James Scrimgeor of Duddap^ Knicht, 
 
 Grit Coriftabill of fair Dunde^ 
 Unto the dulefull Deith was dicht, 
 
 The Kingis cheif Banner-man was he, 
 
 A valziant Man of Chevalrie, 
 Quhais PredecefTors wan that Place 
 
 At Spey, with gude King WILLIAM inz^ 
 Gainft 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 femblit all and fum; 
 
 To praife him we fould not be dumm, 
 For Valour, Witt and Worthynefs, 
 
 To end his Days he ther did cum, 
 Quhois Ranfom is remeidylefs. 
 
 XXIX. AND
 
 9 Battle of Harlaw. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 AND thair the Knicht of Lawrifton 
 
 Was {lain into his Armour fchene, 
 And gude Sir Robert Davidfon^ 
 
 Quha Proveft 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 ftrange inteftine crewel Stryf 
 In Scotland fene, as ilk Man fays, 
 
 Quhair mony liklie loft thair Lyfe; 
 
 Quhilk maid Divorce twene Man and Wyfe, 
 And mony Childrene fatherlefs, 
 
 Quhilk in this Realme has bene full /yfe ; 
 LORD help thefe Lands, our Wrangs redrefs. 
 
 XXXI. 
 IN y#/y, on Saint James his Even, 
 
 That Four and twenty difmall Day, 
 Twelve hundred, ten Score and eleven 
 
 Of Zeirs fen CHRYST, the Suthe to fay: 
 
 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
 
 y?ft^x^^^Ax?!<vfAx^r-jJ'KjA^ 
 
 Ane BALL AT of the fenziet Frier of Tungland, 
 How he fell in the Myre fleand to Turkland. 
 
 I. 
 
 A S zung Auror with Chryftal Hail, 
 
 In Orient fchewd hir Vifage pail, 
 A fwenyng Swyth did me aflail, 
 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 feen in 
 Mr. Lejlfs Hiftory. K. James IV. made him Abbot of Tungland: 
 He pretended and attempted to make Gold out of other Mettalsj but 
 failing of that, he next gave out, That he could fly, and very boldly 
 appointed the Day and Place, which was from Stirling-Ca&le, where 
 the King and many Spectators faw him throw himfelf with his large 
 Wings from the Rock, and break his Thigh-bone.
 
 9 2 The Frier of Tungland. 
 
 II. 
 
 FRAE baptafing for to efchew, 
 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 curiit 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 ftarvit, 
 Dreid he had got quhat he defarvit, 
 
 He fled away gude Speid. 
 
 IV. 
 
 IN Scotland then the narreft Way 
 He come, his Cunning till aflay ; 
 To fum Men thair it was nae Play, 
 The preiving of his Sciens. 
 
 In
 
 The Frier of Tungland. 93 
 
 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 Elude, it was nae Lauchterj 
 Full mony an Inftrument for Slauchter 
 
 Was in his Garde vyance. 
 
 VI. 
 
 HE couth gif Cure for Laxatyve, 
 To gar a wicht Horfe want his Lyfe, 
 Quha eir aflay wald Man or Wyfe, 
 
 Thair Hipps zied hiddy-giddy. 
 His Praticks neir war put to Preif, 
 Bot fudden Deid or grit Mifchiefj 
 He had Purgation to mak a Thief 
 
 To die without a Widdy. 
 
 VII. UNTO
 
 94 The Frier of Tungland. 
 
 VII. 
 
 UNTO nae Mefs eir preft this Prelat, 
 For Sound of facring Bell nor Skellat, 
 As Blackfmyth 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 Faflbnis he aflailziet 
 To mak the Quinteflance, and failziet ; 
 And when he faw that nocht availziet, 
 
 A Fedrem on he tuke : 
 And fchupe in Turkle 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 Mlnatour marvellous, 
 And fum the Smyth of Mars, Vulcanus^ 
 And fum Saturnus Kuke. 
 
 And
 
 'The Frier of Tungland. 95 
 
 And ay the Cufchetts 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 Howie ; 
 They fet upon him with a Zowle, 
 
 And gaif him Dynt for Dynt. 
 The Golk, the Gormaw, and the Gled, 
 Befit him with Buffets till he bledj 
 The Spar-halk to the Spring him fped, 
 
 As ferfs as Fyre off Flint. 
 
 XL 
 
 THE Tarfall gaif him Tug for Tug, 
 A Stanchell hang in ilka Lug, 
 The Pyot furth his Pens did rug, 
 
 The Stork ftraik ay bot Stynt. 
 The Biffart bifly bot Rebuke, 
 Scho was fae cleverous of her Cluke, 
 His B s he micht nae langer bruke, 
 
 Scho held them at a Hynt. 
 
 XII. THICK
 
 9 6 'The Frier of Tungland. 
 
 XII. 
 
 THICK was the Cloud of Kayis and Crawls, 
 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 raife to the Sky, 
 And evir he cryd on Fortune, Fy, 
 
 His Lyfe was into Dowt. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 THE Jae him fkrippit with a Skryke, 
 And fkornit 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 fchure his Feddreme that was fchene, 
 And flippit out of it full clene, 
 And in a Myre, up to the Ene, 
 Amang the Glar did glyd. 
 
 The
 
 'The Frier of Tungland. 97 
 
 The Fowlis all at the Fedreme dang, 
 As at a Monfter, them amang, 
 Quhyle all the Penns of it outfprang 
 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. 
 
 Tyd- 
 
 H
 
 9 8 
 
 YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYT 
 
 TYDINGS frae the SESSION. 
 
 I. 
 
 A MURE LANDS Man of Uplands Mak, 
 
 At Hame thus to his Nychbour fpak, 
 What Tydings, Goflip, Peice or Weir? 
 The tother rounit in his Eir, 
 
 I tell zou this under Confeflion, 
 But laitly lichtit aff my Meir, 
 
 I come of Edinburgh frae the Seffion. 
 
 II. 
 
 QUHAT Tydings hard ze thair, I pray zou? 
 The tother anfwert, 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
 
 ings frae the Seffion. 99 
 
 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, caufe he in Court has Meins, 
 Sum of Partiality compleins, 
 
 How Feid and Favour fleims Difcretion : 
 Sum fpeiks full fair and falfly feins ; 
 
 Sic Things I hard and faw at Seffion. 
 
 V. 
 
 SUM Summonds cafts, and fum excepts, 
 Sum ftand befyd and (kaild Law kepps; 
 Sum is delayd, fum wins, fum tynes; 
 Sum maks him merry at the Wynes ; 
 
 Sum is put out of his PofTeffion; 
 Sum herrit, and on Credance dynes j 
 
 Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion. 
 
 VI. SUM
 
 ioo 'Ty dings frae the Seffion. 
 
 VI. 
 
 SUM fweirs, and gaes clein up with GOD, 
 Sum in a Lamb-fkin is a Tod, 
 Sum in his Tung his Kindnefs turfes, 
 Sum cuts at Throats, and fum pyks Purfes : 
 
 Sum gaes to Gallows with Proceffion; 
 Sum fains the Seit, and fum them curfes; 
 
 Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion. 
 
 VII. 
 
 RELIGIOUS Men of divers Places, 
 Cum thair to wou, and fee fair Faces, 
 Baith Carmelites and Cordlliers^ 
 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 Flefti 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 

 
 Ty dings frae the Sefjlon. I01 
 
 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 Caufe to get a Leflbn; 
 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 Expreflion ; 
 But weil I wate an of ilk Ten, 
 
 Micht very weil gane all the Seflion. 
 
 >uod DUNBAR.
 
 IO2 
 
 N : D !Ke -^- -M -aH 
 
 " 
 
 Generall SAIYRE. 
 
 I. 
 
 T^\EVORIT with Dreim devifing in my Slumber, 
 How that this Realm with Nobles out of 
 
 Number, 
 
 Gydit, provydit fae mony Years has bene; 
 And now fie Hunger, fie Cowarts, and fie 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 fene. 
 
 III. SAE
 
 A generall Satyre. 103 
 
 III. 
 
 SAE mony Preifts cled up in fecular Weid, 
 With blafmg Breifts, cafting thair Clais abreid; 
 
 It is no Neid to tell of quhome I mein, 
 To quhome the Creid and Teftament to reid 
 
 Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene. 
 
 IV. 
 
 SAE mony Maifters, fae mony gowckit Clerks, 
 Sae mony Waifters, to GOD and all His Warks, 
 
 Sic fyrie Sparks, difpytful frae the Splene, 
 Sic lofin Sarks, fae mony Glengore Marks, 
 
 Within, fcfr. 
 
 V. 
 
 SAE mony Lords, fae mony naturale Fules, 
 That better accords, to play them at the Trules, 
 
 Nor feis the Dules, that commons did fuftene. 
 New tane frae Schules, fae mony Anis and Mules, 
 
 Within, &f<r. 
 
 VI. 
 
 SAE meikle Treaflbn, fae mony partial Saws, 
 Sae little Reafon, to help the common Caufe, 
 
 That all the Laws are not fet by ane Bene, 
 Sic fenziet Flaws, fae mony waftit Waws, 
 
 Within, &c. 
 
 VII. SAE
 
 A generall Satyr e. 
 
 VII. 
 
 SAE mony Theivs and Murderers weil kend, 
 Sae grit Releivs of Lords them till deffend, 
 
 Becaufe they fpend the Pelf them betwene, 
 Sae few till wend this Mifcheif till amend, 
 
 Within, &c. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 THIS to correct, they fhore with mony Cracks, 
 But fmall 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, fefr. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Sic Vant of Wouftours,with Hearts in finful Satures, 
 Sic brawland Bofters, degenerate frae thair Natures, 
 
 And fie Regratours, the pure Man to prevene j 
 Sae mony Traytors, fae mony Rubeators, 
 
 Within, sV. 
 
 X. 
 
 SAE mony Juges, and Lords new made of late, 
 Sae fmall Refuges, the pure Man to debate j 
 
 Sae mony Eftate, for common Weil fae quhene, 
 Owre all the Gate, fae mony Theives fa tait, 
 
 Within, &V. 
 
 XI. SAE
 
 A gen er all Satyr e. I0 5 
 
 XI. 
 
 SAE mony a Sentance retreitit for to win 
 
 Geir and Aquentance, or Kyndnefs of thair Kin; 
 
 Thay think nae Sin, quhair Proffit cums betwene 
 Sae mony a Gin, to haift them to the Pin, 
 
 Within, &V. 
 
 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 j 
 Sic Store of Vyce, sae mony Witts unwyfe, 
 
 Within, &c. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 SAE mony Merchands, fae mony ar menfworne, 
 Sic pure Tennands, fie 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, fie Nackets, and fie Tutivilaris, 
 
 And fie Ill-willars, to fpeik of King and Quene, 
 Sic Pudding-fillars, defcending doun frae Millars, 
 
 Within, &c. 
 
 XV. Sic
 
 106 A generall Satyr e. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Sic Fardingails on Flags as fat as Quhails, 
 Fattit lyk Fouls, with Hatts that nocht avails, 
 
 And fie 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 fhawand her Golden Chene ; 
 Of Sathans Senzie fure fie an unfall Menzie 
 
 Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene. 
 
 )uod DUNBAR. 
 
 Wife
 
 107 
 
 JF//<r SITINGS. 
 
 TT that I gife, I haif, 
 
 It that I len, I craif, 
 It that I fpend, is myne, 
 It that I leif, I tyne : 
 
 Get and faif, and thou fait haif, 
 Len and grant, and thou fait want; 
 Wha in his Plenty taks not Heid, 
 He fall haif Fait in Tyme of Neid : 
 When eir I lend, 
 I am a Friend, 
 And whan I craif, 
 I am unkyndj 
 
 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, landlefs j 
 
 Be gude Saint G/W, 
 Sail nevir ane of thir do weil. 
 
 THE
 
 io8 
 
 THE 
 
 COMPLAINT. 
 
 An EPISTLE to bis Miflrefs 
 on the Force of LUVE. 
 
 I. 
 
 f~\ UHAIR Lu ve is kendlit comfortlefs, 
 ^ Ther is nae Fever half fae fell, 
 Frae Cupid keift his Dart begefs, 
 I had nae Hap to faif my fell, 
 Lyk as my wofull Heart can tell, 
 My inwart Pains and Siching fairj 
 For weil I wat the Pains of Hell 
 Unto my Pain can nocht compair. 
 
 II. FOR
 
 Complaint to his Miflrefs. I0 9 
 
 II. 
 
 FOR ony Malledy, ze ken, 
 
 Except peuir Luve, or than ftark 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. 
 
 in, 
 
 As Tantalus in Watter ftands, 
 
 To ftanche his thrifty Appetyte, 
 Bewailing Body, Heid and Hands, 
 
 The River fleis him in Difpyte ; 
 
 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 Difyre, 
 
 Frae I behald her heavenly Hew; 
 
 Pure
 
 Complaint to his Miflrefs. 
 
 Pure Piramus himfelf he flew, 
 Made Saul and Body to diflaver, 
 
 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 diflaved was with Enea, 
 
 And Demophoy his Lady wan ; 
 
 Gif Women trowd fie Traytors than, 
 For till enjoy the Fruits of Luve, 
 
 Quhy wald ze flay zour faikles Man, 
 Quha never mynds for to remuve. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THOCHT ferfs AMI, that worthie Knicht, 
 
 Was flain for Luve, the Suthe to fay, 
 Leander on a ftormy Nicht 
 
 Diet fleitand on the Bilious grayj 
 
 Thocht Troyalus he langourt ay, 
 Still waitand for his Luves Return, 
 
 Had not fie Pyne (thairs was but Play) 
 As daylie does my Body burn. 
 
 VII. As
 
 Complaint to bis Mijlrefs. 
 
 in 
 
 VII. 
 
 As Pol to Pylatts does appeir 
 
 Far brichtar than the Stars about, 
 Sae does zour Vifage fhine as cleir 
 
 As Rofe amang the rafkal Rout ; 
 
 War Paris leivand now, bot Dout, 
 And had the Golden Ball to ferve, 
 
 I wate he wald fune wail zou out, 
 And leif baith Venus and Minerve. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Now Paper pas, and at her fpeir, 
 
 Gif pleife her Prudence to imprint it ? 
 My faithfull Heart I fend it heir, 
 
 In Signe of Paper I prefent it; 
 
 Wad GOD my Body war foment it, 
 That I micht ferve hir Grace bot Glammer, 
 
 To be hir Knaif I am contentit, 
 Or fmalleft Varlet of hir Chammer. 
 
 >uod King HENRY STEWART. 
 
 CUPID
 
 112 
 
 CUPID quareld for his ^Tyrannic, 
 
 Blindnes and In'iufkice. 
 / / 
 
 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 j 
 Thy Service mony fair repents, 
 
 Knawing the Quarrell, 
 Quhen Body, Fame and Subftance fhents, 
 
 And Saul in Perel. 
 
 III. QUHAT
 
 Cupids Tyrannic. IJ 3 
 
 III. 
 
 QUHAT is thy Manrent but Mifcheif, 
 Sturt, Anger, Grunching, Yre and Greif, 
 111 Lyfe, and Langour hot Releife, 
 
 Of wounds fae wan, 
 Difplifour, Pain, and hie Repreife 
 
 Of GOD and Man. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THOU luves all them that loudeft leis, 
 And follows fafteft them that fleis j 
 Thou lichtlies all trew Properties 
 
 Of Luve exprefs, 
 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 mifknawn. 
 
 VI. THOU
 
 Cupids Tyrannic. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THOU art in Friendfhip with thy Fae, 
 And to thy beft Friends fremit ay, 
 Thou fleims all faithful Men thee frae, 
 
 Of ftedfaft Thocht, 
 Regarding nane but them perfay 
 
 That cures the nocht. 
 
 VII. 
 
 THOU chirriefs them that with thee chyds, 
 And banniefs them with thee abyds : 
 Thou hes thy Horn ay in thair Syds 
 
 That cannot flie ; 
 Thay furder warft in thee confyds, 
 
 I fay for me. 
 
 >uod ALEX"-. SCOT. 
 
 THE
 
 THE 
 
 Auld Mans Inveighing againft Mouth 
 Thanklefs. 
 
 I. 
 
 A NE 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 faid Alace ! 
 
 Be Claud my Care may nevir cule, 
 That I fervt evir Mouth-thanklefe. 
 
 II. 
 
 THROCH Ignorance, and Folly, Zouth, 
 My Preterit Tyme I wald neir fpair, 
 
 Plefance to put into that Mouth, 
 Till Aige faid, Fule, let be thy Fare, 
 
 And
 
 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-thanklefs. 
 
 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 tings, 
 Before her Deid a little Space, 
 
 Richt fae do I, and my Hands wrings, 
 That I fervt evir Mouth-thanklefs. 
 
 IV. 
 
 BETTIR it were a Man to ferve 
 
 With Honour brave beneath a Sheild, 
 
 Nor her to pleis, thocht thou fould fterve, 
 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 Purfe and all ar peild, 
 
 Tak then a Meis of Mouth-thanklefs. 
 
 V. IT
 
 Agalnfl Moutb-tbanklefs. II 7 
 
 V. 
 
 IT may be in Example fene, 
 
 The Grund of Truth wha underftude, 
 * Frae in thy Bag thou beirs thyne Een, 
 
 Thou gets nae Grace but for thy Gude, 
 
 At Venus Clofet, to conclude, 
 Call ze not this a cankert Cafe : 
 
 Now GOD help and the haly Rude, 
 And keip all Men frae Mouth-thanklefs. 
 
 VI. 
 
 O brukil Zouth in Tyme behald, 
 
 And in thy Heart thir Words gae graif, 
 
 Or thy Complexion gather Cauld, 
 Amend thy Mifs, thy felf to faif, 
 The Blifs 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-thanklefs. 
 
 Quod KENNEDY. 
 
 4 
 
 * Makes use of Spedlacles. 
 
 THE
 
 n8 
 
 T'^^T'^'T ; fN^'TT > ^'T^^ ; rN^'T ; P^ 
 
 The Soutar defcryvit by the 
 
 Tailzior. 
 
 i. 
 
 '"PHou 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 Ghaift, 
 To hale ther HairfnefTes on haift, 
 Of moltin Tauch thay tak a Teft 
 On Monandays at Morn. 
 
 II. 
 
 To hald them halefome at the Heart, 
 Sum of fat Uly fpews a Quart, 
 Uthers a Pynt for thair awn Part, 
 Of foul Soutars Blek, 
 
 Thus
 
 'The Sou far defer yvit. 
 
 Thus fum fits, and fum fews, 
 Sum byts the Birs, fum Uly fpews, 
 And he keips ay beft 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 faw them we fould cry, 
 Fy on them, fich ! and fy ! fy ! fy ! 
 
 Thay fyle the Wind in trowth. 
 
 THE
 
 120 
 
 THE V 
 
 Soutars Anfwer to the Tailzior. 
 
 i. 
 
 clatterand Kenfy, Kuckold Knaif, 
 Blafphemand Baird in thy Backbyting, 
 Of me thou fall an Anfwer haif, 
 
 Fumart cum forth, and face my Flyting, 
 Warfe than a Warlo in thy Wry ting; 
 Thou Sathans Seid ay fet to Evil, 
 
 Mandrag, Memerkyn, mifmade 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 Anfwer. 
 
 They followt thee with Cry and Shout, 
 Hey, hald the Thief that ftaw 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-loufe 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
 
 Soutars Anfiver. 
 
 V. 
 
 THY Wyfe fcho wont a Man fhe gat 
 
 Of thee, quhen that thou was weil brankit, 
 
 And fcho gat but ane Cur Knakat, 
 
 A foul Taid Carle, all Tailzior fhankit, 
 For Clais that thou mifmade and mankit, 
 
 Thou dar not dwell wher thou was bornj 
 Zet afterwart thou fall be hankit 
 
 Betwixt Kirkaldy and Kingorne. 
 
 STEWART. 
 
 "D ETWIX twa Tods a crawing Cok, 
 
 Betwix twa Friers a Maid in her Smok, 
 
 Betwix twa Cats a Mous, 
 
 Betwix twa Tailziors a Lousj 
 Schaw me, gude Sir, not as a Stranger, 
 Quhilk of thir Fours in griteft 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.
 
 123 
 
 A BALL AT* made to the Scorn and 
 Deri/ion of 'wanton Women. 
 
 I. 
 
 ^EluftyLadyis, luke 
 
 The rackles Lyves ze leid, 
 Haunt nocht in Hole or Nuke, 
 
 To hurt zour Womanheid; 
 
 I red, for beft Remeid, 
 Forbeir all Place prophane ; 
 
 Gif this be Caufe of Feid, 
 I fall not fayt again. 
 
 II. 
 
 QUHAT is fie Luve but Luft, 
 
 A lytill for Delyte, 
 To hant that Game robuft, 
 
 And beiftly Apetyte; 
 
 I now-
 
 I2 4 In Deri/ion of wanton Women. 
 
 I nowther fleich nor flyte, 
 But Veritie tell plain; 
 
 Tak ye this in Defpyte, 
 I fall not fayt again. 
 
 III. 
 
 THE wyfeft 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. 
 
 LIGHT Wenches Luve will fawin, 
 
 Evin lyke a Spanzeolis Lauchter, 
 p o * * * 
 
 Be them, lift Geir bechaucht hir j 
 For Conzie z-e may caucht hir, 
 
 'PQ * * * 
 
 And nevir fpeir quhais aucht hir; 
 I fall not fayt again. 
 
 V. THOCHT
 
 In Deri/ion of 'wanton Women. ^5 
 
 V. 
 
 THOCHT bruckle Women Hants 
 
 In Luft to leid their Lyvis, 
 And Widdow Men that wants 
 
 Tofteil a Pair of Wy vis; 
 
 But quhere that marriet Wyvis 
 Gaes by thair Hufbands Bane, 
 
 That Houfhald nevir thryvis, 
 I fayt, and fayt again. 
 
 VI. 
 
 IT fets not Maidens als 
 
 To let Men lowfe thair Lace, 
 Nor clym about Mens Hals, 
 
 To clap, to kifs, and brace, 
 
 Nor round in fecret Place; 
 Sic Treatment is a Train 
 
 To cleave thair Quaver-Cafe, 
 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,
 
 120 In Deri/ion 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 ; 
 
 LykFillocksfullofFoly, 
 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 impoflible but a complete Copy of 
 this old Ballad may be found to fupply thefe few Blanks.
 
 In Deri/ion of wanton Women. 127 
 
 Sua fum faid, Mayds has Slicht 
 To play, and tak nae Pane, 
 
 Syne fchift thair fells frae Sicht, 
 I fall not fay t again. 
 
 X. 
 
 SUM thinks nae Schame to clap 
 
 And kifs in open Ways; 
 Sum cannot keip her ap 
 
 Frae lanfing, as fcho lyes; 
 
 Sum goes fae gymp in Gyfe, 
 Or fcho war kiffd, but plain, 
 
 Scho leur be married thryis, 
 And thre Tymes thryis again. 
 
 XL 
 
 MAIR Gentrice is to jot 
 
 Undir a Silkin Goun, 
 Than with quhyt Pettycot 
 
 And redyar ay boun, 
 
 The denkeft foneft doun, 
 The faireft but refrain, 
 
 The gayeft greateft Loun, 
 But dinna tellt again. 
 
 XII. THE
 
 In Derifion of 'wanton Women. 
 
 XII. 
 
 THE moir degeft and grave, 
 
 The grydiar * * * 
 The nyceft to reflave 
 
 Upon thair * * * 
 
 The quhytlieft will quhipit, 
 And nocht thair * * * 
 
 The lefs, the larger hippit; 
 I fall not fayt again. 
 
 / 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Lo Ladyis gif this be, 
 
 A gude Counfale I geife zou. 
 
 O O ' 
 
 To fave zour Honeftie, 
 
 Frae Sklander to releife zou ; 
 
 But Ballats mae to breif zou, 
 I will not break my Brain, 
 
 Suppofe ze fould mifcheive you, 
 I fall not fayt again. 
 
 )uod SCOTT. 
 
 On
 
 On the Uncertainty of Life and Fear of 
 Death , or a Lament for the Lofs of 
 the Poets. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^\UR Pleafance heir is all vain Glory, 
 This Warld falfe but tranfatory ; 
 The Flefh 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 fary, 
 Now danfand merry, now lyk to die, 
 Timor mortis conturbat me. 
 
 III. 
 
 No State in all the Eard ftands ficker, 
 But as the Weft-Wind wavis the wicker, 
 Sae wanes this warldly Vanity, 
 Timor mortis , &c. 
 
 IV. DOUN
 
 i3 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets. 
 
 IV. 
 
 DOUN to the Death gois all Eftates, 
 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 flrang 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. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 HE fpares no Lord for his Pufiance, 
 Nor Clerk for his Intelligence j 
 His awfull Strake may no Man flee, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 IX. 
 
 ART Magicians and Aftrologs, 
 Rethoris, Logicians, Theologs, 
 Get Help frae nae Conclufions flee, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 X. 
 
 IN Medecyne the moft Pra&itians, 
 Leiches, Surrigians and Phefitians, 
 Themfelves frae Death may not fupplie, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 XI. 
 
 I fee the Makkars, mang the laif, 
 Plays here thair Padzians, fyne goes to Graif j 
 Not fpairt is thair fweit Facultie, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 XII. HE
 
 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets. 
 
 XII. 
 
 HE has done petoufly devore, 
 The nobil *Chawfer of Makkars Flowir, 
 The Monk of Berry and Cower 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, 
 Maifter John Clerk and James Affleck^ 
 Frae Ballat making and Tragedy, 
 ^ &c. 
 
 XV. Ho- 
 
 * 'Tis worthy of Notice how generoufly Mr. Dunbar pays his 
 Refpe&s to the Memory of the renowned Chaucer, Goiver 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 Johnfon micht not flie, 
 Timor , &c. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 HE has reft Merfar his Indyte, 
 That did in Luve fo lyflie wryte, 
 So fchort, fo quick, of Sentens hie, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 XIX. HE
 
 J 34 Lament for the Lofs of the Poets. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 HE has tane Rowl of Aberdene, 
 And gentle Rowl of Corjtorphyne ; 
 Twa bettir Fallows did no Man fie, 
 Timor mortis conturbat me. 
 
 XX. 
 
 IN Dumfermling he has tane Broun, 
 With gude Mr. Robert Henry fan; 
 Sr John the Rofs imbraift has he, 
 Timor, &c. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 AND he has now tane, laft of aw, 
 The gentle Stobo and ^uintene Schaw y 
 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
 
 POSTSCRIPT. 135 
 
 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 difpone ; 
 Aftir our Death, that live may we, 
 Timor mortis conturbat me. 
 
 POSTSCRIPT. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 CU-THE I forfie, if Spae-craft had, 
 
 Frae Hethir-Muirs fall ryfe a LAD, 
 Aftir twa Gentries pas, fall he 
 Revive our Fame and Memorie. 
 
 XXVI. THEN
 
 POSTSCRIPT. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 THEN fall we flourifh 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 Weft, 
 Owre ilka Clyme by Scots pofleft; 
 Then fen our Warks fall nevir die, 
 Timor mortis non turbat me. 
 
 >uod 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 thefe Poems are printed. 
 
 The
 
 137 
 
 'f^^s^^c~^f^^r)^r^^^ 
 
 The WIFE of Auchtermuchty. 
 
 I. 
 
 TN Auchtermuchty dwelt a Man, 
 
 An Hufband, 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 ftay, 
 
 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
 
 The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 
 
 III. 
 
 QUOD he, quhair is my Horfes 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 Houfe baith in and out: 
 And now fen ze haif made the Law, 
 
 Then gyde all richt and do not break; 
 They ticker raid that neir did faw, 
 
 Therfor let naithing be neglect. 
 
 V. 
 
 BUT fen ye will Huflyfkep ken, 
 
 Firft 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. J 39 
 
 And lay a faft Wyfp to the Kiln, 
 We half a dear Farm on our Heid ; 
 
 And ay as ze gang forth and in, 
 
 Keip weil the Gaiflings 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 fcho 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 Maifter of Wark, 
 
 And thou fall had, and I fall ka, 
 Ife promife thee a gude new Sark, 
 
 Either of round Claith or of fma. 
 Scho lowft the Owfen aught or nyne, 
 
 And bynt a Gad-ftaff in her Hand : 
 Up the Gudeman raife aftir fyne, 
 
 And faw the Wyfe had done Command. 
 
 VIII. HE
 
 H The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 
 
 VIII. 
 HE draif the Gaiflings forth to feid, 
 
 Thair was but fevenfum 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 loufe and fuckt 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 j 
 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. I 4 I 
 
 Zit he gat Water in a Pan, 
 
 Quherwith he flokend out the Fyre : 
 
 To foup the Houfe he fyne began, 
 To had all richt was his Defyre. 
 
 XL 
 
 HYND to the Kirn then did he ftoure, 
 
 And jumblit at it till he fwat, 
 Quhen he had rumblit a full lang Hour, 
 
 The Sorrow crap of Butter he gat 3 
 Albeit nae Butter he could get, 
 
 Zit he was cummert with the Kirn, 
 And fyne 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 (hot hir mekle Mow, 
 
 And ay fcho winkit, and ay fcho drank. 
 He tuke the Kirnftaff be the Schank, 
 
 And thocht to reik the Sow a Rout, 
 The twa left Gaiflings gat a Clank, 
 
 That Straik dang baith thair Harns out. 
 
 XIII. THEN
 
 The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 
 
 XIII. 
 THEN he bure Kendling to the Kill, 
 
 But fcho ftart all up in a Low, 
 Quhat eir he heard what eir he faw, 
 
 That Day he had nae Will to * * 
 Then he zied to take up the Bairns, 
 
 Thocht to have fund them fair and clene; 
 The firft that he gat in his Arms, 
 
 Was a bedirtin to the Ene. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 $ 
 
 THE firft it fmelt fae fappylie, 
 
 To touch the lave he did not grein : 
 The Deil cut afFthair Hands, quoth he, 
 
 That cramd zour Kytes fae ftrute zeftrein. 
 He traild the foul Sheits down the Gate, 
 
 Thocht to haif wufh them on a Stane, 
 The Burn was rifen 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 fchout: 
 Scho hard him, and fcho 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. 
 
 QUOTH he, my Office I forfake, 
 
 For all the hale Days of my Lyfe ; 
 For I wald put a Houfe to Wraik, 
 
 Had I been twenty Days Gudewyfe. 
 Quoth fcho, well 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 '11 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. 
 
 )uod MOFFAT. 
 THE
 
 144 
 
 The Borrow/latin Mous, and the Land- 
 wart Mous. 
 
 I. 
 
 ASOP relates a Tale well worth Renown, 
 
 Of twa wie Myce, and they war Sifters deir, 
 Of quhom the Elder dwelt in Borrowftoun, 
 The Zunger fcho wond upon Land weil neir, 
 Richt folitair beneth the Bufs and Breir, 
 Quhyle on the Corns and Wraith of labouring Men, 
 As Outlaws do, fcho maid an eafy Fen. 
 
 II. 
 
 THE Rural Mous, unto the Winter-tyde, 
 
 Thold Cauld and Hunger aft, and grit Diftrefs : 
 
 The uther Mous that in the Burgh can byde, 
 Was Gilt-bruther, and made a frie Burges, 
 Tol frie, and without Cuftom mair or lefe, 
 
 And Friedom had to gae quhair eir fcho lift, 
 
 Amang the Cheis and Meil in Ark or Kift. 
 
 III. ANE
 
 The Borrowfloun Mous, &c. H5 
 
 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 fcho led under the Wand : 
 Bare-fute alane, with Pykftaff in her Hand, 
 
 As Pilgrim pure fcho paft 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, Bufk 
 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 Kinfmen will, 
 
 Scho hard with Joy, and furth fcho came her till. 
 
 V. 
 
 THAIR hearty Cheir was plefand to be fene, 
 
 Quhen thir twa Sifters kind with Blythnefs met, 
 
 Quhilk aften Syfs was fhawin them twa betwein ; 
 For quhyls they leuch, and quhyls for Joy they grat, 
 Quhyls fweitly kift, and quhyls in Arms they plet : 
 
 And
 
 'The Borro'wjloun 
 
 And thus they fure, till fobirt was thair Meid, 
 Syne Fute for Fute they to thair Chalmer zeid. 
 
 VI. 
 
 As I hard fay, it was a femple Wane 
 
 Of Fog and Fern, full fecklefly was maid, 
 
 A filly Sheil, under a Eard-faft 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 fie Pykers luves not Licht. 
 
 VII. 
 
 QUHEN thus wer lugit thir twa filly Myce, 
 The zungeft Sifter to her Butrie hyed, 
 
 And brocht furth Nuts and Peis infteid of Spyce, 
 And fie plain Cheir as fcho had her befyde: 
 The B urges Mous fae dynk and full of Pryde, 
 
 Sayd, Sifter myne, Is this zour daylie Fude? 
 
 Quhy not, quod fcho, think ze this Mefs 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. H7 
 
 That ze and I lay baith within her Wamej 
 I keip the richt auld Cuftom of my Dame 
 And of my Syre, livand in Povertie, 
 For Lands and Rents nane is our Propertie. 
 
 IX. 
 
 MY Sifter fair, quod fcho, 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 Charts, and mak my Teith full 
 fklender, 
 
 Quhilk has bein uft before to Meit mair tender. 
 
 X. 
 
 WEIL Sifter, weil then, quoth the rural Mous, 
 Gif that ze pleis fie Things as ze fe heir, 
 
 Baith Meit and Drink, and Herbouray and Hous, 
 Sail be zour awin, will ze remain all Zeir, 
 Ze fall it haif with blyth and hairtly Cheir, 
 
 And that fould mak the MefTes that ar rude, 
 
 Still amang Freinds richt tender, fweit and gude. 
 
 XI. QUHAT
 
 'The Borroivftoun 
 
 XI. 
 
 QUHAT Plefans is in Feifts mair dilicate, 
 
 The quhilk ar given with a gloumand Brow; 
 
 A gentle Heart is better recreate 
 
 With Ufage blyth, than feith 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 fpycie Mefs. 
 
 XII. 
 FOR all this moral Dodtrine, ticht and foun, 
 
 The B urges Mous had little Will to fing, 
 But hevely fcho keft her Vifage doun, 
 
 For all the Dairitys fcho couth till her bring; 
 
 Zit at the laft fcho faid, half in hie thing, 
 Sifter this Vittell and zour Royal Feift 
 May weil fuffice for fie a rural Beift. 
 
 XIII. 
 LET be this Hole, and cum unto my Place, 
 
 I fall zou fchaw, by gude Experience, 
 That my Gude-Frydays better than zour Pafe^ 
 And a Dim licking worth zour hale Expence ; 
 Houfes 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 Land wart Mous. *49 
 
 XIV. 
 
 IN Skugry ay throw rankeft Gras and Corn, 
 And Wonder flie full prively they creip; 
 
 The eldeft was the Gyde, and went beforn, 
 The zunger to her Futefteps tuke gude keip ; 
 On Nicht they ran, and on the Day did fleip, 
 
 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 Fifh and Flefh enough baith frefh and fait, 
 
 And Pokks full of Grots, Barlie, Meil and Malt. 
 
 XVI. 
 QUHEN afterwart they wer difpofd to dyne, 
 
 Withouten Grace they wufh and went to meit, 
 On every Difh 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
 
 15 The Borrowftoun 
 
 XVII. 
 
 WITH blyth Upcaft and merry Countenance, 
 The elder Sifter then fpeird at her Geft, 
 
 Gif that fcho thocht be Refon Differance 
 Betwixt that Chalmer and her fary Neft ; 
 Zea Dame, quoth fcho ? 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 fcho brocht 
 A Plate of Grots, and a large Dim of Meil, 
 
 A Threfe of Caiks, I trow fcho fpairt them nocht, 
 Abundantlie about her did fcho deil; 
 Furmage full fyne fcho brocht inftead of Geil, 
 
 A Candle quhyte out of a Coffer ftaw, 
 
 Infteid of Spyce, to creifh 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 Lan dwarf Mous. I 5 I 
 
 XX. 
 
 THEY tarriet not to warn, ze may fuppofe, 
 
 But aff they ran, quha micht the foremoft win j 
 
 The Burges had a Hole, and in fcho gaes, 
 Her Sifter 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 fcho fell in Swoun, neir deid. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 BUT as Jove wald, it fell a happy Cafe, 
 The Spenfar had nae Laifar lang to byde, 
 
 Nowthir to force, to feik, nor fkar, nor chefe, 
 But on he went, and keft the Dore upwyde; 
 This Burges then his Pafage weil has fpyd, 
 
 Out of her Hole fcho 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 fcho Fute and Hand; 
 And when her Sifter in fie Plicht her fand, 
 
 For very Pitie fcho began to greit ; 
 
 Syne Comfort gaif, with Words as Huny fweit. 
 
 XXIII. QUHY
 
 I 5 2 The Borro'wjioun Mous, 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 QUHY ly ze thus ? Ryfe up my Sifter deir, 
 Cum to zour Meit, this Perell is owre-paft; 
 
 The uther anfwert, with a hevy Cheir, 
 I may nocht eit, fae fair I am agaft : 
 I lever had this fourtie lang Days faft, 
 
 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 fat; 
 
 But Ikantly had they drunken anes or twyce, 
 Quhen in came Hunter Gib^ the joly Cat, 
 And bad God-fpeid. The B urges 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 laft, throw fair Fortune and Hap, 
 
 Betwixt the Dreflbur and the Wall fcho crap. 
 
 XXVI. SYNE
 
 and the Landwart Mous. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 SYNE up in hafte behind the Pannaling, 
 
 Sae hie fcho 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 fcho 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 fcho tuke her Leif, and furth can gae, 
 Quhyles throw the Riggs of Corn, quhyles owre 
 
 the Plain, 
 Quhen fcho was furth and frie, her Heart was fain, 
 
 And merrylie fcho linkit owre the Mure, 
 
 Needlefs to tell how afterwart fcho fure. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 BUT this in fchort fcho reikt her eify Den, 
 
 As warm as on fuppofe 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 fcho lykt fcho had eneuch of Meit, 
 
 In
 
 i54 "The Moralitie. 
 
 In Eife and Quiet, withouten Sturt and Dreid, 
 But till her Sifter's Feift nae mair fcho zeid. 
 
 The MORALITIE. 
 
 XXIX. 
 TLT EIR 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, fo that nae State is free, 
 Withouten Trouble and aft grit Vexation, 
 
 And namelie thay that wreftle up maift hie, 
 And not contentit ar of fmall PofTefion. 
 
 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 Profperitie 
 Maks afteritymes a very ill Conclufion : 
 
 The fweiteft Lyfe therefore in this Countrie 
 Is Sickernefs and Peace with fmall Poflefion. 
 
 XXXI. O
 
 The Mordltie. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 O wanton Man, quhilk ufes ay to feid 
 
 Thy Wame, and maks it maift 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 Feift and Ryelty, 
 With dreidfull Hairt, and endlefs Tribulation: 
 " Therefore beft Thing on Eard, I fay for me, 
 It is a merry Mynd and fmall PofTefion. 
 
 XXXII. 
 FREIND, thy awin Fyre, thocht it be but ane Gleid, 
 
 Will warm thee weil, and is worth Gold to thee; 
 And Salomon the Sage, fays, (gif ze reid,) 
 
 Under the Hevln I can nocht better fe, 
 
 Than ay be blyth^ and lei fin Hone/lie. 
 Quhairfore I may conclude me with this Reafon, 
 
 Of Eardly Blifs it beirs the beft Degree, 
 Blythnefs of Hairt in Peace with fmall Poflefion. 
 
 ghiod Mr. R. HENRYSON. 
 
 AD-
 
 i 5 6 
 
 ADVICE to his zoung KING. 
 
 I. 
 
 TDRECELAND Prince, haiffing Prerogatyve, 
 Of Royal Richt in this Region to ring, 
 
 I thee befeik againft 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 fen thou (lands in fie a tender Age, 
 That Nature zit to thee Wifdome denys ; 
 
 Therefore fubmit unto thy Council fage, 
 And in all Manner work as thay devyfe : 
 
 But
 
 Advice to his xoung King. I 57 
 
 But ower all Things keip thee frae Covetyfe, 
 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 fchortly fays me nay ; 
 But he that hechts, and caufes 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 Fait of Feit with Horfe thou may fupport ; 
 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 fie Gudes as GOD dois fend, 
 
 Then may thay mend within a Seafon fchort, 
 And win the Honour to thy Lyves End. 
 
 V. GIVE
 
 J 5^ Advice to bis 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 laft 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 Fait no Limb make other Gri- 
 For quha cannot himfelf gyde and advance ? 
 
 Quhy fould a Provence upon him depend, 
 To gyde himfelf that has nae Purveance, 
 
 With Peice and Honour to his Lyves laft End ? 
 
 VII. 
 
 DREID GOD, do Council, of thy Leiges leil 
 
 Reward gude Deid, punifh all Wrang and Vyce, 
 
 Thoch that thy Saw be ficker as thy Seil, 
 Fleme Frawd and be Deffender of Juftice. 
 
 Honour
 
 On Confciens. 
 
 Honour all Time thy noble Genterice, 
 Obey the Kirk; gif thou dois mifs, amend, 
 
 Sae fall thou win a Place in Paradyce, 
 And mak on Eard an honourable End. 
 
 '59 
 
 g)uod HEN. STEWART. 
 
 ON 
 
 CONSCIENS 
 
 I. 
 
 Dodtors preicht to win the Joy eternal, 
 Into the Heavens, aftir our LORDS Afcens 
 They Juftice taught bot Bud or Favour carnal, 
 
 And cauft be punifht flefhly vyl Offens, 
 Gave Benifice to Clerks of CONSCIENS; 
 And fae the Feynd had fie Envy thereon. 
 Away he gart frae Confciens fcrape the Con, 
 And then behind was only left Sdens. 
 
 II. THEN
 
 J 6o On Confclens. 
 
 II. 
 
 THEN were all Clerks for Sciens fune promovit, 
 
 And them that wald to Study maift apply : 
 But zit the Feynd at Sciens was comuvit, 
 
 And gart frae Sciens fcrape away the Set. 
 Sae only Ens was left by his flie Envy, 
 
 Quhilk ay fould be for Gold and Geir expont, 
 
 Quhairby Benifices are now difpont 
 But Confclens or Sciens to fell and buy. 
 
 III. 
 O Sovraign LORD, and maift excellent King, 
 
 Gar put the Con and Scl again to Ens^ 
 And rule thy Realm with Juftice in thy Ring; 
 
 Give Benifice to Clerks of Confclens^ 
 With Truth and Honour to ftand thy Defens : 
 
 Sae in thy Court that Confclens be clene, 
 
 For vyle Corruption or thy Days has bene, 
 Againft Juftice, with uthir great OrFens. 
 
 )uQd STEWART. 
 
 On
 
 On the CREATION, and 
 PARADYCE loft. 
 
 I. 
 
 C* OD 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 Courfes juft to keip; 
 The Beifts that on the Grund do muve, 
 
 And Fifties 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. 
 
 II. THIR 
 
 M
 
 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 Pleafures mony a one, 
 The Beifts of every Kynd wer brocht, 
 Thair Names he fuld expone; 
 Thefe kenning and nameing, 
 As them he lift to call, 
 For eifing and pleifing 
 Of Man, fubdued them all. 
 
 III. 
 
 IN heavenly Joy Man fae pofleft, 
 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 Pleafure they fuld take, 
 
 Except
 
 and Paradyce loft. 
 
 Except the Tree of Gude and 111 
 
 That in the Midft dois ftand, 
 Forbad that they fuld cum thertill, 
 
 Or twitch it with thair Handj 
 Left luking and plucking, 
 Baith they and all thair Seid, 
 Seveirly, awfteirly, 
 Suld die without Remeid. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Now Adam and his lufty Wyfe 
 In Paradyce leidand thair Lyfe, 
 
 With Pleafures infineit; 
 Wanting nae thing fuld do them Eafe, 
 The Beifts obeying them to pleife, 
 
 As they could wifh in Spreit: 
 Behald the Serpent fullenlie 
 
 Envyand Mans Eftate, 
 With wicket Craft and Subtiltie 
 
 Eve temptit with Defait; 
 Nocht feiring, but fpeiring, 
 Quhy fcho tuke not her till, 
 In ufmg and chufing 
 The Fruit of Gude and 111? 
 
 V. COM-
 
 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 faid, 
 Thou art defaifet therin; 
 Eit ze therof, ze fall be made 
 
 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 thefe fals Words allurit, 
 Eit of the Fruit, and fyne procurit 
 
 Adam the fame to play: 
 Behald, faid fcho, how precious, 
 Sae dilicate and delicious, 
 
 Befyde Knawledge for ay : 
 
 Adam
 
 and Paradyce loft. 
 
 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 faw thair Bodys bare. 
 Annon they paft with all thair Speid, 
 Of Leives to mak themfelves 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 fpyed, and cryed, 
 Adam, quhy hyds thou thee ? 
 
 VIII. I
 
 1 66 Qn the Creation, 
 
 VIII. 
 
 I being naikit, LORD, throu Feir, 
 For Schame I durft not to compeir, 
 
 And fae I did refufe : 
 Had thou not eiten of the Tree, 
 That Knowledge had not beln in thee, 
 
 Nor zit nae fee Excufe; 
 The Helper, LORD, thou gaife to me, 
 
 Has cawfit me to tranfgrefs, 
 Saydfcho^ the Serpent fubtillie, 
 Perfuadit me nae lefs, 
 Intreiting^ be eiting, 
 That we fuld be perfyte, 
 Mefylit, begylit; 
 In him lyes all the Wyte. 
 
 IX. 
 
 JEHOVE that evir juged richt, 
 Bringing His Juftice to the Licht, 
 
 The Serpent firft did juge: 
 Becaufe the Woman thou begylt, 
 For evir thou fall be exylt, 
 
 Said He, without Refuge; 
 
 Betwixt
 
 and Paradyce loft. 
 
 Betwixt her Seid and thy OfFfpring 
 
 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 refave Sentence, 
 
 Her Sorrow fuld encreafe, 
 With Wae and Pain her Childrene beir, 
 Subdewt to Man, under his Feir, 
 
 No Libertie poffefs : 
 For Adams Fait 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
 
 Qn the Creation, 
 
 XL 
 
 O cruel Serpent venemous, 
 Difpytfull 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 fie Grace, 
 Therby for evir thou tiiicht live 
 Abuve into that Place : 
 
 Thy Grudging gat Scrudging, 
 And fae GOD lute the fe, 
 Defavers no Gravers 
 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 juftly has obtaint that Name, 
 
 The very Wo of Man : 
 
 With
 
 and Paradyce loft. 169 
 
 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 hot Weiping 
 Thy Seid hes fund fenfyne, 
 Thy Eiting and Sweiting, 
 Is turn'd to Wo and Pyn. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 ADAM, thy Part, quha can excufe, 
 With Knawledge thou that did abufe 
 
 Thyne awn Felicitie. 
 The Serpent his inventing fals, 
 The Womans fune confenting 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 breaking, abj edging 
 That hie Command of Lyfe 
 Quhilk gydid, provydit 
 The ay to live bot Stryf. 
 
 XIV. BE-
 
 170 
 
 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 Promife dois perform, 
 Sent His Son of the Virgin born, 
 
 Our Ranfome deir to pay. 
 To that great GOD let us give Glore, 
 
 To us has bein fae gude, 
 Quha be His Grace did us reftore, 
 Quherof we were denude j 
 Not careing nor fparing 
 His Body to be rent, 
 Redeiming, releiving 
 Us quhen we wer all fchent. 
 
 Sir RicH d - MAITLAND 
 of Lethingtoun, K nt - 
 
 The
 
 Devils Advice to all and fundry 
 of his befl Freinds. 
 
 I. 
 
 '""PHis Nicht in Sleip I was agaft, 
 
 Methocht the Deil was tempand faft, 
 
 People with Aiths of Crueltie, 
 Sayand as throw the Fair he paft, 
 
 Renunce zour GOD, and cum to me. 
 
 II. 
 
 METHOCHT as he went forth the Way, 
 A Preift fweirt braid be GOD verry, 
 
 Quhilk at the Alter reflavit he: 
 Thou art my Clerk, the Deil can fay, 
 
 Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me. 
 
 III. 
 
 THEN fwore a Courtier of grit Pryd, 
 Be Chryfts Woundis bludy and wyd, 
 
 And be his Harmis was rent on Treej 
 Then fpak the Deil hard him befyd, 
 Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me. 
 
 IV. A
 
 Z 7 2 'The Devils Advice 
 
 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 Goldfmith faid, This Goldis fae fyne, 
 That all the Warkmanfhip I tyne, 
 
 The Feynd reflaife me, gif I lie. 
 Think on, quod Nlk^ that thou art myne ; 
 
 Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me. 
 
 VI. 
 
 A Tailzlor 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 befl Fre'mds. 173 
 
 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 Flejhour fwore be Sacrament, 
 And be the Blude maift inocent, 
 
 Neir fattir Flefh Man faw with Ee. 
 The Deil faid, Hald on thy Intent, 
 
 Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me. 
 
 X. 
 
 THE Maltman fays, I Blifs 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 Browjler fwore 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 mafk with me. 
 
 XII. THE
 
 J 74 'The Devils Advice 
 
 XII. 
 
 THE Smith he fwore 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 JV/V, Thoull get far les with me. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 A Mlnftrel faid, 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 ftick him with a Knyf; 
 
 But he keft up fair Syces three : 
 The Deil faid, Endit is thy Lyfe, 
 
 Renunce thy Creid, and cum to me. 
 
 XV. 
 
 A TTz^y faid, 111 that eir I chaip, 
 Nor a ftark 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 beft Frelnds. i75 
 
 XVI. 
 
 THE Fifh-wyves flet, and fwore with Granes, 
 And to Auld-nlck fauld Flefli 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. 
 
 DUNBAR. 
 
 THE
 
 THE 
 
 Claith-Merchant ; 
 
 Or, a Ballat made on Jonet Reid, Jean 
 Violet, and Anna Whyt, being Jlicht 
 Women, and Taverners. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^\F Collours cleir, 
 
 Quha lykes to weir, 
 Are mony Sorts into this Toun, 
 
 Grene, Zellow, Blew, 
 
 And ilka Hew, 
 Baith Paris Black, and Inglls 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 Clalth- Merchant. *77 
 
 II. 
 
 BUT ftanch my Fyking, 
 
 And ftryd my Lyking, 
 Are feimly Hews for Simmer Play ; 
 
 Din dipt in Zellow 
 
 For ilka gude fallow, 
 As Will of 6>uhyt-hauch bad me fay ; 
 
 I will not deny it 
 
 To them that will buy it, 
 For Silver nane fall be faid nay; 
 
 Ze neid not plenze, 
 
 It will not ftenzie, 
 Suppofe ye weit it Nicht and Day. 
 
 III. 
 
 AND I have ghthyt 
 
 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 hihyt is gude, 
 
 And richt weil lued, 
 
 But 
 
 N
 
 The Claith-Mer chant. 
 
 But zit the Reid is twice as deir: 
 
 The Violet fyne, 
 
 Baith frefh and fyne, 
 Sail ferve ye Hofeing for a Zeir. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THE 0$uhyt is teuch, 
 
 And frefh enouch, 
 Saft as the Silk, as all Men feis. 
 
 The Reid is bonny, 
 
 And focht be mony; 
 They hyve about the Houfe lyke Beis. 
 
 My Violet faft, 
 
 Quhen ye have coft, 
 Will ply lyk Satin to zour Theis ; 
 
 Sure be my witting 
 
 Not burnt in the Lifting, 
 Suppofe baith Lads and Limmers leis. 
 
 V. 
 
 OF thir thrie Hews 
 I haif left Clews, 
 To be our Court-Men Winter Weid, 
 
 Weill
 
 The Claith -Merchant. *79 
 
 Weill twynt and fmal, 
 
 The beft of them all 
 May weir the Claith for Woul and Threid; 
 
 But in the Wawk-mill, 
 
 The Wedder is ill: 
 Thefe 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 fliorn, 
 
 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 againft Zule. 
 
 VII. THIR
 
 i8o The Claith-Mer chant. 
 
 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 Fund: 
 
 Abeit it be fkant, 
 
 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 fure, 
 
 Beft Sadies to cure, 
 Suppofe the hale Seffion mould ryd themfel. 
 
 The Violet certain, 
 
 Was maid at Dumbartain; 
 The Reid was wawkit at Dunkell: 
 
 The
 
 The Claitb- Merchant. 
 
 The Quhyt has bein dicht 
 In mony mirk Nicht, 
 But Tyme and Place I cannot weil tell. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Now gif ye work wyflie, 
 
 And fhape it precyflie ; 
 The Ellwand * * * 
 
 Gif the Bys be wyde, 
 
 Gar lay it on Syde j 
 And fae ze cannot weil gae wrang; 
 
 And for the lang Lift, 
 
 It wald be fewd faft, 
 And care not by how deip ze gang; 
 
 But want ze quhyt Threid, 
 
 Ye will not cum fpeid, 
 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
 
 1 82 The Clalth-Mer chant. 
 
 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 raife the Pyle quhen it falls plain ; 
 With mony braid Aith, 
 We fell this fame Claith, 
 
 To gar the Buyers cum faft again. 
 
 XL 
 i 
 
 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 faft in the Border Land j 
 
 AbeitlhaifTinfel; 
 
 Zit maun I tak Handfell, 
 To pay my Buith-Mail and my Stand. 
 
 XII. MY
 
 The Clalth- Merchant. 183 
 
 XII. 
 
 MY Claith wald be lude, 
 
 Be great Men of gude, 
 Gif Lads and Lowns wald let me be, 
 
 Zit maun I excufe them; 
 
 How can I refufe them, 
 Sen all Mens Penny maks him frie ? 
 
 The beft 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 Jedbrugh at the Jufticeair, 
 
 This Sang of thrie LafTes 
 
 Was made abune Glafles, 
 That Tyme that they wer Tapfters thair. 
 
 The firft was a ^uhyt^ 
 
 A Lafs of Delyte; 
 
 The
 
 1 84 On K. James V. his Mtftreffes. 
 
 The Violet was baith gude and fair: 
 Keip Reid frae all Skaith. 
 Scho is wordie them baith j 
 
 Sae to be fhort I fay nae mair. 
 
 SEMPLE. 
 
 On King JAMES V. his three 
 Miftrejes. 
 
 O Aw not thy Seid on Sandy lands ^ 
 
 Spend not thy Strength on Weir, 
 And ryd not on the Oliphant^ 
 For hurting of thy Geir. 
 
 THE
 
 i8 5 
 
 THE 
 
 LTON and the MO US. 
 
 I. 
 
 T N Midft of June, that jolly Seafon fweit, 
 
 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 raife and put all Slouth and Sleip on Syde, 
 And went allone untill a Forreft wyde. 
 
 II. 
 
 SWEIT was the Smell of Flowirs, blae, quhyt and 
 
 reid, 
 
 The Noyfe of Birds was maift melodious, 
 The bobing Bews bluimd braid abune my Heid, 
 The Grund growand with Grafs maift verderous, 
 Of all Pleifance that Place was plenteous, 
 With fweit Odour and Birds faft Hermonie, 
 The Morning myld increafd the Mirth and Glee. 
 
 III. THE
 
 The Lyon and the Mous. 
 
 III. 
 
 THE Rofes reid arrayt the Rone and Ryfs, 
 The Primrofe and the Purpure Violae ; 
 
 To heir it was a Poynt of Paradyce, 
 
 Sic Mirth the Mavis and the Merle couth maej 
 The Blofoms blyth brak up on Bank and Brae, 
 
 The Smell of Herbs, and the Wing-minftrell Cry, 
 
 Contending quha fould half 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 faireft 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 Faflbun 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. *$7 
 
 VI. 
 
 A Row of Paper in his Hand he bair, 
 
 A Swans quhyt Pen ftickand 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 fturdy Pace. 
 
 VII. 
 
 AND fayd, God-fpeid, 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 Matter, 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 firft to the Schulis I zied, 
 And ftudyt Sciens ther full mony a Day, 
 And now my winning is in Heaven for ay; 
 
 Efope I hecht my Wryting and my Wark, 
 
 Is couth and kend to many a cunnand Clark. 
 
 IX. O
 
 1 88 The Lyon and the Mous. 
 
 IX. 
 
 O Maifter Efope^ 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 befeik, 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 leift 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
 
 T'he Lyon and the Mous. 189 
 
 XII. 
 ZIT gentle Sr, fayd I, for my Requieft, 
 
 Not to difpleis zour Fatherheid I pray, 
 Undir the Figure of fum brutal Beift, 
 
 A moral Fable ze wald grant to fay ; 
 
 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 Foreft ; 
 
 Then came a Trip of Myce out of thair Neft, 
 Richt tait and trig, all danfand in a Gyfs, 
 And owre the Lyon lanfit twyfs or thryfs. 
 
 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 fpare to claw him on the Face : 
 Merry and glade thus danfit they a Space, 
 
 Till at the laft the nobil Lyon wouk, 
 
 And with his Paw the Maifter Mous he tuke. 
 
 XV. HE
 
 19 The Lyon and the Mous. 
 
 XV. 
 
 HE gaif a Cry, and all the laif agaft, 
 
 Their Danfing left, and hid them heir and thair; 
 He that was tane cryit out and weipit fail, 
 
 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 fent. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 THEN fpak the Lyon to that carefull Mous, 
 
 Thou catyve Wretch, and vyle unwordy Thing, 
 
 Owre malapert and owre prefumpteous, 
 
 Thou was to mak atowre me thy Tripping ; 
 Know thou not weil I was baith Lord and King 
 
 Of all the Beifts? This (quod the Mous) I knaw, 
 
 But I mifknew, becaufe ze lay fae law. 
 
 XVII. 
 LORD, I befiek thy Princely Ryaltie, 
 
 Heir quhat I fay, and tak in Patience; 
 Confidder firft my fimple Povertie, 
 
 And fyne thy mighty high Magnificence; 
 Se als how Things that is done by negligence, 
 Not frae malicious Thocht, or ill defynd, 
 Sould gain Remiffion frae a Kingly Mynd. 
 
 XVIII. WITH
 
 The Lyon and the Mous. 19* 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 WITH gret Aboundance we wer all repliet 
 Of alkynd Fude, fie as to us affeird, 
 
 And us to dans, provokit the Seafon fweit, 
 And mak fie Mirth as Nature to us laird j 
 Ze lay fae ftill and law upon the Eard, 
 
 That be my Saul .we weind ze had bein deid, 
 
 Ells wald we not haif dan fit owre zour Heid. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 THY falfe Excufe, the Lyon fayd again, 
 Sail not avail a Myt, I undertaej 
 
 I put the Cafe, had I bene deid or (lain, 
 And fyne my Skin bene ftapit full of Strae, 
 Thocht thou had found my Figure lyand fae, 
 
 Becaufe 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 Perfon thus to vylipend, 
 Nowther by Forfs nor thyne oun Negligence, 
 
 For till Excufe thou can nae Caufe prettend; 
 
 Therfore thou fuffer fall a fchamefull End, 
 And Deid, fie as to TrefTon is decreit, 
 To be hung on a Gallows be the Fiet. 
 
 XXI. O
 
 I 9 2 The Lyon and the Mous. 
 
 XXI. 
 O Mercy, Lord ! at thy Gentrice I afs, 
 
 As thou art King of all Beifts corronat, 
 Sobir thy Wrath, and let thyn Yre owrepafs, 
 
 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 AflefTors and collateral!; 
 Without Mercy, Juftice is Crewelltie, 
 
 As faid is in the Law fpirituall : 
 
 When Rigour fits upon the hygh Tribunall, 
 The Equitie of Law quha may fuftain ? 
 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 j 
 Him to deffend that nowther dow nor can. 
 
 XXIV. A
 
 The Lyon and the Mous. T 93 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 A Thoufand Myce to murder and devore, 
 Is litle Manheid in a Lyon ftrang; 
 
 Full litle Worfhip can ze win thairfore, 
 
 To quhofe vaft Strenth is nae Comparefon: 
 It will degrad fum Part of zour Renown 
 
 To flay a Mous that can mak nae Deffence, 
 
 But afkand Mercy at zour Excellence. 
 
 XXV. 
 ALSO it not becomes zour Celfitude, 
 
 That ufes daylie Meit delicious, 
 To fyle zour Lipps or Grinders with my Elude, 
 
 Quhilk to zour Stomak is contagious ; 
 
 Unhalefom Melteth is a fairy Mous, 
 And namely to a nobil Lyon ftrang, 
 Wont to be fed with gentil Venifon. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 MY Lyfe is litle, and my Deid far lefs j 
 Zit, gif I live, I may peraventure 
 
 Supplie zour Highnes being in Diftrefs : 
 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 Fait; fie Cafe me be zour awn. 
 
 XXVII. QUHEN 
 o
 
 * 94 The Lyon and the Mous. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 QUHEN this was fayd, the generous Lyon paufit, 
 And thocht this arguing did not Reafon want; 
 
 His Yre aflwageit, 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 laft 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 MOMS. J 95 
 
 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 fae law, 
 Quhair is the Micht of thy Magnificence, 
 
 Of quhom all brutal Beift in Eard ftand 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 fe 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 Prifon? 
 Be that he had his Lamentation done, 
 Perchance the litle pardond Mous came neir, 
 And of the'Lyon hard the pityous Beir. 
 
 XXXIII. AND
 
 '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 Gentilnefs 
 Thou did to me, - and on with that he gaes 
 
 To all his Maiks, and on them faft did cry, 
 
 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 fe that Sicht forfuith it was grit Wonder, 
 
 How that they ran amang the Halters tewgh, 
 Before, behind, fum zeid abune, fum under, 
 And fchure the Raips with the maift eifs in Sunder, 
 
 Syne bad him ryfe, - and he ftart up annone, 
 
 And thankit them ; fyn to the Bent is gane. 
 
 XXXVI. Now
 
 The Moralltie. *97 
 
 XXXVI. 
 Now dois the Lyon frie of Danger fkour, 
 
 Lowfe, and delivert till his Libertie, 
 By litle Animals of fmalleft Power, 
 
 As ze haif hard, becaufe he had Pitie: 
 
 Quoth I, Maifter, is ther Moralitie 
 
 Into this Fable ? Son, fayd he, rlcht gude ; 
 
 I pray zou gieft, quoth I, or ze conclude. 
 
 The MORALITIE. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 "Vyl 7"E may fuppofe 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 fteir the Land, and Juftice keip, 
 But lazy lyes in luftie Slouth and Sleip. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 THE Foreft fair with Bloflbms lown and lie, 
 
 The fingand Birds and Flowirs fae ferly fweit, 
 Ar but this Warld, and his Profperitie, 
 
 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 Pleafures haif. 
 
 XXXIX. THIR
 
 The Moralitie. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 THIR litle Myce ar Comonalitie, 
 
 Wanton, unwyfe, without Core&ion due; 
 
 Sic Lords and Princes, quhen they chanfs to fe 
 That execute, the richteous Laws on few, 
 They dreid naithing, but with rebellious Brow 
 
 Dar difobey; for quhy? they ftand nae Aw, 
 
 That maks them aft thair Soverains to mifknaw. 
 
 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 fmall Degree 
 Has quit a Common baith for Gude and 111, 
 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 Pleifance, 
 
 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 foir, 
 
 That they nae Perell can provyd befor. 
 
 XLII. THIR
 
 The Moralitle. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 THIR crewell Men that ftentit 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-ftane, 
 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 Efep, My fair Chyld, 
 Perfuade 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. 
 
 )uod Mr. Ro. HENRYSON. 
 
 THE
 
 200 
 
 THE 
 
 TOD ^rf /^ LAMB, 
 
 OR, 
 
 Follows the Wowing of the King when 
 be was at Dumfermeling. 
 
 I. 
 
 'T'His hinder Nicht in Dumfermeling^ 
 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 braift hir bonny Bodie fweit, 
 
 And halft hir with his forder Feit, 
 
 Syne fchuke his Tail with Whindge and Zelpj 
 
 And todlit with hir lyke a Quhelp, 
 
 Then lourit on growf, and afked Grace ; 
 And ay the Lamb cryd, Lady help, 
 
 And that methocht a ferly Cafe. 
 
 III. THE
 
 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 fmall, 
 
 With fie a Trible to hald a Bafe : 
 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 j 
 He luvit nae Ews auld teuch and Sklender, 
 Becaufe this Lamb was zung and tender. 
 
 He ran upon her with a Race, 
 And fcho fchup nevir to defend hir, 
 
 And this methocht a ferly Cafe. 
 
 V. 
 
 HE gripit her about the Waift, 
 And handilt her as gif in Hafte ; 
 This Inocent that neir trefpaft, 
 Tuke Heart that fcho was handilt faft, 
 
 And lute him kifs her lufty Face : 
 His girnand Gams hir nocht agaft, 
 
 And that methocht a ferly Cafe. 
 
 VI. HE
 
 202 The Tod and the Lamb. 
 
 VI. 
 
 HE held hir till him be the Hals, 
 And fpake 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 Cafe. 
 
 VII. 
 
 I will nae Leifings put in Verfe, 
 Lyke as fum Janglers do reherfe ; 
 But be quhat Manner they wer rhard, 
 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 Cafe. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 QUHEN Folk do fleit in Joy maift far, 
 Thair fune cums Wae or they be War, 
 Quhen carpand wer thir twa maift croufe, 
 The Wolf he umbefet the Houfe, 
 
 Upon the Tod to make a Chace : 
 The Lamb fcho cheipit lyke a Moufe, 
 
 And that methocht a ferly Cafe. 
 
 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 Cafe. 
 
 X. 
 
 QUHEN of the Tod was heerd nae Peip, 
 The Wowf wont all had bene afleip j 
 And quhyle the Tod had ftriken Ten, 
 The Wowf he dreft him to his Den, 
 
 Proteftand for the fecond Place : 
 And this Report I with my Pen, 
 
 How at Dumfermltng fell the Cafe. 
 
 DUNBAR. 
 
 On
 
 204 
 
 On anes being his own Enemy. 
 
 I. 
 
 TLJ E that has Gold and Riches great, 
 And may live at a merry Rate; 
 
 And Gladnefs dois frae him expell, 
 And lives into a wretched State; 
 
 He worketh Sorrow to himfell. 
 
 II. 
 
 HE that may be hot Sturt and Stryf, 
 And live a lufty lightfome Lyfe, 
 
 And fyne 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 mutes fyne at an uncow Schell, 
 And is forfairn with Fleis of Spenzie^ 
 He worketh Sorrow to himfell. 
 
 IV. AND
 
 On anes being his own Enemy. 20 5 
 
 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 himfell. 
 
 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. 
 
 DUNBAR. 
 
 The
 
 206 
 
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 Benifite of them t who have Ladies 
 wba can be gude Soliciters at Court. 
 
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 I. 
 
 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 j 
 They do no mifs, but gif they kifs, 
 
 And keip Colation, 
 Quhat Reck of this, thair Matter is 
 
 Brocht to Conclufion. 
 
 III. THEN
 
 The Eenifite of, &c. 20 7 
 
 III. 
 THEN wit ye well, they half grit Feil, 
 
 And Matter to folift, 
 Treft as the Steil, fyne neir a Deil, 
 
 Quhen they come hame are mift. 
 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 exprefs; 
 Suppofe they fpend, it is unkend; 
 
 Thair Geir is nocht the lefs. 
 
 V. 
 
 IN quiet Place, gin they have Space, 
 
 Within lefs than twa Hours, 
 They can percafe, purchafe fum Grace, 
 
 At the Compofi tours ; 
 
 Thair
 
 208 The Benifite of, &c. 
 
 Thair Compofition with full Remiflion, 
 
 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 indorft, 
 
 All hale thair Evidence, 
 Sic Ladys wyfe, they are to pryze, 
 
 To fay the Verity, 
 Sae can devyfe, and not furpryze 
 
 Thame nor thair Honefty. 
 
 )uod DUNBAR. 
 
 Annother
 
 209 
 
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 Annother of the famen Caft, 
 Pend be the Poet wrote the loft. 
 
 I. 
 
 E Ufe of Court richt weil I knaw, 
 Ladyis Soliceters of the Law ; 
 At hame remain the filly Lairds, 
 And fend thair Wyves behind the Yards, 
 Well ftuft with Money and Rewards, 
 To furder thair Errands frae Nicht faw. 
 
 II. 
 
 IN Clouks they cum full braw quhyte cled s 
 And rouns to have thair Matter fped ; 
 They give nae Budds, 
 But on thair Fudds 
 They get grit Skuds, 
 In nakit Bed. 
 
 III. BUT
 
 210 Annother of the famen^ &c. 
 
 III. 
 
 BUT neirthelefs 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 excufdj 
 And finaly the Folks that doift 
 Denys and laughs at them baith fyne. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THE Laird murns quhen he may not mend it, 
 
 His Lady jaipt his Siller fpend it, 
 
 And all his Labour turnd in vainj 
 But ay the Lady fays full plain, 
 That fcho maun to the Court again, 
 
 Or els the Plea will not be endit. 
 
 V. 
 
 HIR Buckler bord, and backward born, 
 And all hir Caufe is quite forlorn; 
 
 Up gets hir Wame, 
 
 Scho thinks nae Schame 
 
 Syne to bring hame 
 The Laird a Horn. 
 
 THE
 
 THE 
 
 VISION. 
 
 Compylit in Latin be a mojt lernit Clerk* 
 in lyme of our Hairjhip and OppreJJion y 
 anno 1300, and tranjlatit in 1524. 
 
 I. 
 
 "D EDOUN the Bents of Banquo Brae 
 Milane I wandert waif and wae, 
 Mufand our main Mifchaunce; 
 How be thay Faes we ar undone, 
 That flaw ihzfacred^ Stane frae Scone, 
 And leids us fie 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 ufelefs. 
 
 { The old Chair (now in Wejlm'mfler Abbey) in which the Scots 
 Kings were always crown'd, wherein there is a Piece of Marble with 
 this Infcription ; 
 
 Nl J "allot fatum, SCOTI, quocunque locatum 
 In-venient /apidem, regnare tenentur ibidem.
 
 212 
 
 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, 
 
 Maift lyke a drunken Wicht; 
 The Thunder crakt, and Flauchts did rift 
 Frae the blak Viflart of the Lift : 
 
 The Forreft fchuke with Fricht ; 
 Nae Birds abune thair Wing extenn, 
 
 They ducht not byde the Blaft, 
 Ilk Beift bedeen bangd to thair Den, 
 Untill the Storm was pair. : 
 Ilk Creature in Nature 
 That had a Spunk of Sence, 
 In Neid then, with Speid then, 
 Methocht cryt, In Defence. 
 
 III. To
 
 The Vtfion. 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 fkonce 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 myldeft Meid of mortall Wichts 
 Quha pafs in Peace the private Nichts, 
 
 That wauking finds it rare j 
 
 Sae
 
 214 
 
 The Vijion. 
 
 Sae in faft Slumbers did I ly, 
 
 But not my wakryfe Mynd, 
 
 Quhilk ftill ftude Watch, and couth efpy 
 
 A Man with Afpeck kynd, 
 
 Richt auld lyke and bauld lyke, 
 With Baird thre Quarters fkant, 
 Sae braif lyke and graif lyke, 
 He feemt to be a Sanft. 
 
 V. 
 
 GRIT Darring dartit frae his Ee, 
 A Braid-fword fchogled at his Thie, 
 
 On his left Arm a Targe; 
 A fhynand Speir filld his richt Hand, 
 Of ftalwart Mak, in Bane and Brawnd, 
 
 Of juft 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 ; 
 Amaifit, I gaifit 
 To fe, led at Command, 
 A ftrampant and rampant 
 Ferfs Lyon in his Hand. 
 
 VI. QUHILK.
 
 The Vifion. 215 
 
 VI. 
 
 QUHILK held a Thiftle in his Paw, 
 And round his Collar graift I faw 
 This Poefie pat and plain, 
 Nemo me impune lacefs- 
 
 -Et: In Scots, Nane fall opprefs 
 
 Me, unpunift with Pain; 
 Still fchaking, I durft naithing fay, 
 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 Eirynefs or Feir. 
 
 VII. 
 
 FOR I am ane of a hie Station, 
 
 The Warden of this auntient Nation, 
 
 And can nocht do the Wrang; 
 I viflyt him then round about, 
 Syne with a Refolution flout, 
 
 Speird, Quhair he had bene fae lang? 
 
 Quod
 
 2i 6 
 
 Vlfion. 
 
 Quod he, Althocht I fum forfuke, 
 
 Becaus they did me flicht, 
 
 To Hills and Glens I me betuke, 
 
 To them that luves my Richt; 
 Quhafe Mynds zet inclynds zet 
 To damm the rappid Spate, 
 Devyfing and pryfmg 
 Freidom at ony Rate. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 OUR Trechour Peirs thair Tyranns treit, 
 Quha jyb them, and thair Subftance eit, 
 
 And on thair Honour ftramp; 
 They, pure degenerate! bend thair Baks, 
 The Victor, Langjhanks^ proudly cracks 
 
 He has blawn out our Lamp : 
 Quhyle trew Men, fair complainand, tell, 
 
 With Sobs, thair filent Greif, 
 How Baliol thair Richts did fell, 
 
 With fmall Howp of Releifej 
 Regretand and fretand 
 Ay at his curfit Plot, 
 Quha rammed and crammed 
 That Bargin doun thair Throt. 
 
 IX. BRAIF
 
 The Vtfion. 217 
 
 IX. 
 
 BRAIF Gentrie fweir, and Burgers ban, 
 Revenge is muttert be ilk Clan 
 
 Thats to thair Nation trew; 
 The Cloyfters 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 fecklefs fret owre Heuchs and Hills, 
 And Eccho Anfwers all, 
 Repetand and greitand, 
 With mony a fair Alace, 
 For Blafting and Cafting 
 Our Honour in Difgrace. 
 
 X. 
 
 WAES me ! quod I, our Cafe is bad, 
 And mony of us are gane mad, 
 
 Sen this difgraceful Pa&ion. 
 We are felld and herryt now by Forfe; 
 And hardly Help fort, thats zit warfe, 
 
 We are fae forfairn with Fa&ion. 
 
 Then
 
 Vifion. 
 
 Then has not he gude Caufe to grumble, 
 
 Thats forft to be a Slaif; 
 Oppreffion dois the Judgment Jumble 
 And gars a wyfe 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 ufe weak Curfes quhen his Lot 
 
 May fumtyms four his Splein, 
 He rather fould mair Jyke a Man, 
 
 Some braif Defign 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 V'ifion. 
 
 219 
 
 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 reprefents 
 Cleirly his Nations Cafe, 
 Gif Famyne, Peft, or Sword Torments, 
 Or Vilains hie in Place, 
 Quha keip ay, and heip ay 
 Up to themfelves grit Store, 
 But rundging and fpunging 
 The leil laborious Pure. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 SAY then, faid I, at zour hie Sate, 
 Lernt ze ocht of auld Scotland* Fate, 
 
 Gif eir fchoil be her fell ; 
 With Smyle Celeft, quod he, I can, 
 But its nocht fit an mortal Man 
 
 Sould ken all I can tell : 
 
 But
 
 220 
 
 Vifion. 
 
 But Part to the I may unfold, 
 
 And thou may faifly ken, 
 Quhen Scottijh Peirs flicht Saxon Gold, 
 And turn trew heartit Men; 
 Quhen Knaivry and Slaivrie, 
 Ar equally difpyfd, 
 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 fune, 
 Will Preifts without their Stypands preich, 
 For nocht will Lawyers Caufes Streich ; 
 
 Faith thatis nae eafy done. 
 All this and mair maun cum to pafs, 
 
 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 Vijion. 221 
 
 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 Elude 
 
 Of them that now opprefs ; 
 Thair Carcafles be Corbys Fude, 
 
 By thoufands on the Grefs. 
 A King then fall ring them, 
 Of wyfe Renoun and braif, 
 Quhafe Pufians and Sapiens, 
 Sail 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
 
 Vifion. 
 
 Quhat eir ze pleis, gae on, quod I, 
 
 I fall not fafh 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 fplendit Hall, 
 
 Reird up with fhynand Beims, 
 Quhais Rufe-treis wer of Rainbows all, 
 And paift with ftarrie Gleims, 
 Quhilk prinked and twinkled 
 Brichtly beyont Compair, 
 Much famed and named 
 A Caftill in the Air. 
 
 XVIII. IN
 
 The Vifion. 223 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 IN mid ft of quhilk a Tabill ftude, 
 A fpacious Oval reid as Elude, 
 
 Made of a Fyre-Flaucht, 
 Arround the dazeling Walls were drawn, 
 With Rays be a celeftial Hand, 
 
 Full mony a curious Draucht. 
 Inferiour Beings flew in Haift, 
 
 Without Gyd or Dere&our, 
 Millions of Myles throch the wyld Wafte, 
 To bring in Bowlis of Ne&ar : 
 Then roundly and foundry, 
 We drank lyk Roman Godsj 
 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
 
 224 The Vifion. 
 
 Quhen Pan forzets to tune his Reid, 
 
 And flings it cairlefs bye, 
 And Hermes wingd at Heils and Heid, 
 Can nowther ftand nor lye : 
 
 Quhen ftaggirand and fwagirrand, 
 They ftoyter Hame to fleip, 
 Quhyle Centeries at Enterics 
 Imortal Watches keip. 
 
 XX. 
 
 THUS we tuke in the high browin Liquour, 
 And bangd about the Neftar Biquour; 
 
 But evir with his Ods : 
 We neir in Drink our Judgments drenfch, 
 Nor fcour about to feik a Wenfch 
 
 Lyk thefe auld baudy Gods, 
 But franklie at ilk uther alk, 
 
 Quhats proper we fuld know, 
 How ilk ane hes performt the Tafk, 
 Aflignd 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 Vtfion. 225 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Gothus and Vandall baith lukt bluff, 
 Quhyle Gallus fneerd and tuke a Snuff, 
 
 Quhilk made Allmane to ft are j 
 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, Pifch, 
 Zour Monks ar void of Sence or Grace, 
 I had leur ficht for Fifch ; 
 
 Zour Schule-men ar Fule-men, 
 Carvit out for dull Debates, 
 Decoying and deftroying 
 Baith Monarchies and States. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Ibertus with a gurlie Nod 
 
 Cryd, Hogan^ zes we ken zour God, 
 
 Its Herrings ze adore ; 
 Heptarchus^ as he ufd to be, 
 Can nocht with his ain Thochts agre, 
 
 But varies bak and fore j 
 
 Ane
 
 226 
 
 Vifion. 
 
 Ane quhyle he fays, It is not richt 
 
 A Monarch to refift, 
 Neift Braith all Ryall Powir will flicht, 
 And paflive Homage jeft; 
 He hitches and fitches 
 Betwein the Hie and Hoc^ 
 Ay jieand and flieand 
 Round lyk a Wedder-cock. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 1 ft ill fupport 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 fqueift, 
 
 v And purfit up all thair Rent, 
 Syne wallopit to far Courts, and bleift, 
 
 Till Riggs and Schaws war fpent ; 
 Syne byndging and whyndging, 
 Quhen thus redufit to Howps, 
 They dander and wander 
 About pure Lickmadowps. 
 
 XXIV. BUT
 
 The Vifion. 227 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 BUT now its Tyme for me to draw 
 My fhynand Sword againft Club-Law, 
 
 And gar my Lyon roir; 
 He fall or lang gie fie 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 raife zit and blafe 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 fliynej 
 Then fall zour fair Oppreffion ceis, 
 His Intreft zours he will not fleice, 
 
 Or leif zou eir inclyne : 
 
 Thocht
 
 228 The Vifion. 
 
 Thocht Millions to his Purfe be lent, 
 
 Zell neir the puirer be, 
 But rather richer, quhyle its fpent 
 Within the Scottijh Se: 
 
 The Feild then fall zeild then 
 To honeft Hufbands Welth, 
 Gude Laws then fall caufe 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 Aydj 
 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 Vlfion. 229 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 WITH that my Hand methocht he fchuke, 
 And wifcht I Happynefs micht bruke, 
 
 To eild be Nicht and Dayj 
 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 fleiping, 
 Frae furth my rural Beild, 
 It eifit me and pleifit me 
 To fe and fmell the Feild. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 FOR Flora in hir clene Array, 
 
 New wafhen with a Showir of May^ 
 
 Lukit full fweit and fair 5 
 Quhyle hir cleir Hufband frae aboif 
 Sched doun his Rayis of genial Luve, 
 
 Hir Sweits perfumt the Air;
 
 230 The V'ifion. 
 
 The Winds war hufht, 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 fie a Fyre, 
 As raifes thefe Praifes 
 That do to Heaven afpyre. 
 
 Quod AR. SCOT. 
 
 Jok
 
 231 
 
 Jok Up-a-lands Complaint againft 
 the Court in the Kings Nonaige. 
 
 I. 
 
 "M" Ow is the King in tendir Aige, 
 
 O CHRYST ! conferve 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 prefentlie ar peild. 
 They ryde about in fie a Rege, 
 
 Be Firth and Forreft, 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. 
 
 II. HE
 
 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 j 
 But were I King, and haif gude Fallows, 
 
 In Norroway they fould heir of Newis, 
 I fould 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 faid Jok Up-a-land. 
 
 III. 
 
 BUT wald ilk Lord that our Law leids, 
 
 To Hufbands Reflbne do with Skill, 
 To chak thir Chiftains be the Heids, 
 
 And hing them heich upon ane Hillj 
 Then Hufbands labour micht their Steids, 
 
 And Preifts micht pattir and pray their Fill: 
 For Hufbands fould nocht haif fie Pleids, 
 
 And Scheip and Nolt micht ly full ftill, 
 And Stakis and Rukis micht ftand; 
 
 For
 
 Jok Up-a-lands Complaint. 233 
 
 For fen they raid amang our Dorrs, 
 With Splent on Spald and joufty 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 Fait 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. 
 
 h4od KENNEDY. 
 
 THE
 
 234 
 
 A. A A A A A A A A A AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A A 
 
 i. 
 
 "\ 7[ TALD my gade Lady lufe me beft, 
 
 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, 
 Garnift with Governance fae gude, 
 
 Nae demyeng fould hir deir. 
 
 III. 
 
 HIR Sark fould be, hir Body nixt, 
 
 Of Chaftitie fae quhyte, 
 With Schame and Dreid togither mixt, 
 
 The fame fould be perfyt. 
 
 IV. HIR
 
 The Garment of gude Ladyls. 2 35 
 
 IV. 
 
 HIR Kirtle of the clene Conftance, 
 Doun laift with lefum Luvej 
 
 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 Faflbun. 
 
 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 paufing, 
 Hir Hals Riban of Rewth. 
 
 VIII. HIR
 
 The Garment of gude Lady is. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 HIR Sleives fould be of Efperance, 
 
 To keip hir frae Difpairj 
 Hir Gluves of the beft Governance, 
 
 To hyd hir Fingers fair. 
 
 IX. 
 
 HIR Shune fould be of Sickernefs, 
 
 In Time that fcho nocht flyd; 
 Hir Hofe of Honefty exprefs, 
 
 I fould for hir provyde. 
 
 X. 
 
 WALD fcho put on this Garment gay, 
 
 I durft fweir be my Seill, 
 That fcho wore nevir Grene nor Gray, 
 
 That fet hir half fo weil. 
 
 S>uod Mr. ROB. HENRYSON. 
 
 To
 
 237 
 
 To the Honour of the Ladyis, and 
 the Fortification of their Fame. 
 
 I. 
 
 T UST to declair the hie Magnificence, 
 And Bountie grit that in the Ladyis is, 
 
 The Wirdynefs and Verteus Excelence, 
 
 The Laud, the Truth, the Bewtie, and the Blifs, 
 My Barbir Tung unworthy is I wifs j 
 
 But nocht the lefs my Pen I will apply, 
 To fay the Suth, thoch Eloquence I mifs, 
 
 Of Femenyne the Fame to fortify. 
 
 II. 
 
 THOCHT Doctors auld Addreffes thair Delyt, 
 
 To dyt of Ladys Defamation, 
 Wae worth the Wicht fould fet his Appityte, 
 
 To reid fie Rolls of Reprobation; 
 
 But tittar mak plain Proclamation, 
 To gather all fie Lybills biflelie, 
 
 And in the Fyre mak thair Location, 
 Of Femenyne the Fame to fortifie. 
 
 III. FOR
 
 To the Honour of the Ladyis. 
 
 III. 
 
 FOR quho fae lift the Richt trew to reherfe, 
 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 pacific, 
 To Saul and Body baith Utilitie; 
 
 Therfore all Men thair Fame fould fortifie. 
 
 ' IV. 
 
 ALTHOCHT a Man had as much Gude to fpend 
 
 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 fie Gudlinefs, 
 And formid them after fae fyne faflbun, 
 
 Syne put fie bluming Bewtie in thair Face, 
 
 Quhy fould not Men hald them of grit Renown? 
 
 Sen
 
 To the Honour of the Ladyis. 2 39 
 
 Sen GOD has given to them fae grit Guerdoun, 
 And with fie 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 nurift was nyn Months within hir Wame j 
 
 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. 
 
 STEWART. 
 
 THE
 
 240 
 
 THE 
 
 D A U N C E 
 
 I. 
 
 Februar the fiftein Nicht, 
 
 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 fchrevin 
 Againft the Feift of Fafterns Evin, 
 
 To mak thair Obfervance; 
 He bad Galands gae graith a Gyis, 
 And caft up Gamonds to the Skyes, 
 That laft came out of France. 
 
 II. LET
 
 The Daunce. 241 
 
 II. 
 
 LET fee, quod he, now quha begins : 
 With that the foull feven deadly Sins 
 
 Begouth to leip attains; 
 And firft of all the Daunce was Pryde^ 
 With Hair wyld back, Bonnet on Syde, 
 
 Lyk to mak vaiftie 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 fkaldan Fyre, ay as they fkipit 
 
 They girnd with hydious Granes. 
 
 III. 
 
 HELLIE Harlots on hawtane Ways 
 Came in with mony fmdry Gyis, 
 
 Zit nevir leuch Mahoun^ 
 Till Preifts came with bare fchaven Necks, 
 Then all the Feynds leuch and made Geeks, 
 
 Black-wame and Bawfy-broun. 
 
 IV. THEN
 
 242 The Daunce. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THEN Tre came in with Sturt and Stryfe, 
 His Hand was ay upon his Knyfe, 
 
 He brandeift lyk a Beir: 
 Boafters, Braggers and Barganers 
 Aftir him pafsd 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 fcheir. 
 
 V. 
 
 NEXT followd in the Daunce, Envy, 
 Filld full of Feid and Fellony, 
 
 Hid Malyce and Difpyt; 
 For privy Hate that Traytor trembled, 
 Him followd mony Freik, diflembled 
 
 With fenzied Words quhyte, 
 
 And
 
 The Daunce. 243 
 
 And Flatterers into Mens Faces, 
 And Back-byters of fundry Races, 
 
 To lie that had Delyte, 
 With Rownars vyle of falfe Leifings ; 
 Allace ! that Courts of nobil Kings 
 
 Of fie can neer be quyte. 
 
 VI. 
 
 NIXT him in Daunce came Covetyce^ 
 Rute of all 111, 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 mot on uther, 
 Het moltin Gold methocht a Futher, 
 
 As Fyre-flaucht maift fervent; 
 Ay as they tuimt themfells of Schot, 
 Feynds filld them weil up to the Throt 
 
 With Gold of all kynd Prent. 
 
 VII. 
 
 SYNE Swelrnes at the fecond Bidding 
 Came lyk a Sow out of a Midding, 
 Full fleipy was his Grunzie; 
 
 Mony
 
 244 'The Daunce. 
 
 Mony fweir bumbard Belly-huddron, 
 Mony Slut, Daw, and fleipy Duddron, 
 
 Him ferved ay with Sounzie: 
 He drew them furth intill a Chenzie, 
 And Belial with a Bridall Renzie 
 
 Ay lafhit 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 Horfs, 
 
 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 ftrange of Countenance, 
 
 Lyk Turkas burnand reid; 
 All led they uther by the 
 
 Suppofe they fyket with thair 
 It micht be nae Remeid. 
 
 IX. THEN
 
 "The Daunce. 245 
 
 IX. 
 
 THEN the foull Monfter, Gluttony^ 
 With Wame unfatiate and greidy, 
 
 To daunce fyn did him drefsj 
 Him followit mony a foull Drunkart 
 With Can and Colep, Cop and Quart, 
 
 In Surfet and Excefs ; 
 Full mony a waiftlefs wally Drag, 
 With Wames unwyldy did forth wag 
 
 In Creiih, that did increfs; 
 Drink, ay they cryd, with mony a Gaip, 
 The Feynds gave them het Lead to laip, 
 
 Thair Lovery was nae lefs. 
 
 X. 
 
 NAE Minftralls playd to them hot 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. 
 
 XL THEN
 
 246 The Daunce. 
 
 XL 
 
 THEN cryd Mahoun for a Earfe Padzean, 
 Syn ran a Feynd to fetch Makfadzean^ 
 
 Far Northwart in a Nuke j 
 Be he the Correnoch did fchout, 
 Earfe Men fo gatherit him about, 
 
 In Hell grit Rume they tuke : 
 That Tarmagants with Tag and Tatter, 
 Full loud in Earfe begoud to clatter 
 
 And rowp lyk Ravin and Rowk; 
 The Deil fae deivt was with thair Yell, 
 That in the deipeft Pot of Hell 
 
 He fmorit them all with Smuke. 
 
 Follows
 
 247 
 
 Follows the Tournament between 
 the Soutar and Tailzior. 
 
 I. 
 
 TVT IXT that a Tournament was cryd, 
 
 That lang before in Hell was tryd, 
 
 In Prefence of Mahoun^ 
 Betwifch a Tailzior and a Soutar, 
 A Prick-Loufe and a Hobell-Clouter, 
 
 The Barrefs 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-ftealers and Claith-takers, 
 
 A graceles Garrifoun. 
 
 II. His
 
 Tournament between 
 
 II. 
 
 His Banner was born him before, 
 Quherin was Clouts a hundred Score, 
 
 Ilk ane of diverfe 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 fie Honour grew. 
 
 III. 
 
 THE Tailzior hecht before Mahoun^ 
 That he fuld ding the Soutar doun, 
 
 Wer he ftrang as a Maft; 
 But quhen he on the Barrous blenkit, 
 His clouted Courage fairly fchrinkit, 
 
 His Heart did all owre-caft : 
 
 Quhen
 
 the Sou far and the T'ail'zlor. 2 49 
 
 Quhen to the Soutar he did cum, 
 Of all fie Words he was quyte dum, 
 
 Sae fair he was agaft. 
 In Heart he tuke fae great a Sounder, 
 A Rak of Farts lyke ony Thunder, 
 
 Flew frae him Blaft for Blaft. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THE Soutar to the Feild him dreft, 
 He was convoyid out of the Weft, 
 
 As an Deffender ftout. 
 Suppofe he had nae lufty Varlet, 
 He had full mony a loufy 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 betwifh 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
 
 2 5 'Tournament between 
 
 Into his Stommok was fie a Steir, 
 Of all his Denner quhilk he coft deir, 
 
 HisBreaft held Deil a Bit: 
 To comfort him or he raid furder, 
 The Deil of Knichthude gaif him Order, 
 
 Fou fair fyne did he fpit; 
 And he about the Devils Neck, 
 Did fpew 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 ferved with their Speirs, 
 Folk had a Feil be their Effeirs, 
 
 Their Hearts were baith on Flocht, 
 They fpurd 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 Sadie all befhitten, 
 
 And to the Grund he focht. 
 
 VII. His
 
 the Sou far and the Tai/zior. 2 5 r 
 
 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 efhewd, 
 He wont again to bein befpewd, 
 
 So ftern he was in Steil: 
 He thocht again he wald debate him, 
 He turnd his Erfe, and all bedret him, 
 
 Ein quyte frae Neck to Heil. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 HE lowfit it affwith fie a Reird; 
 
 He dang baith Horfs and Man till Eard, 
 
 He fartit with fie Feir. 
 Now haif I quit thee, quoth Mahoun^ 
 Thir new made Knichts lay baith in Swoun, 
 
 And did all Arms menfweirj 
 
 The
 
 2 5 2 'Tournament between^ &c. 
 
 The Deil gart them to Dungeon dryve, 
 And them of Knichthude could depryve, 
 
 Difcharging 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 befhitten, 
 
 With Belials Erfs unblift. 
 But that fae gude a Bourd methocht, 
 Sic Solace to my Heart it brocht, 
 
 For Lauchter neir I brill : 
 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 lift. 
 
 Here ends the Soutar and the Tailzlors 
 Made be tine nolle Poet W m . DUNBAR. 
 
 Follows
 
 253 
 
 Follows ane 
 
 Amends made to the forefaid 
 Knichts of the Eirs and 1 'humble ; 
 In Cafe bis Joke fhould them provok 
 Owr fair to girn and grumble. 
 
 I. 
 
 "D ETWISHT 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 Happynefs and Dignity, 
 Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze. 
 
 III. THE
 
 2 54 Amends to the Tournament. 
 
 III. 
 
 THE Caufe to you is not unkend, 
 Natures NeglecT: ye do amend, 
 Be Craft and great Agility, 
 Tailziors and Soutars blift 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 Fly rock, 
 That has upon his Feit a Wyrock, 
 Knoul Taes, or Mouls in nae Degre, 
 But ze can hyde them, blift be ze. 
 
 VI. 
 
 AND Tailziors ze with weil made Clais, 
 Can mend the warft made Man that gaes, 
 And mak him feimly lyk to fee, 
 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 fuplie, 
 Tailziors and Soutars blift be ze. 
 
 IX. 
 
 IN Eard ze kyth fie Ferlys heir, 
 In Heavin ze fall be Saints full cleir, 
 Tho ze be Knaves in this Countrie. 
 Soutars and Tailziors blift be ze. 
 
 >uod DUNBAR. 
 
 The
 
 256 
 
 The Luvers Mane that dares not 
 affay. 
 
 I. 
 
 UHEN Flora had owrfrett the Firth, 
 In May of ilka Moneth Quene, 
 Quhen Merle and Mavis fmgs with Mirth, 
 Sweit Melling in the Schaws fae fchene, 
 When Luvers all rejofit bene, 
 And maift difyrous of thair Prey, 
 
 I hard a lufty Luver mene, 
 I luve, but I dare not afTay ! 
 
 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 fchene, 
 
 Quhilk for her Bewtie micht be Quene, 
 Nature fae craftily alway, 
 
 Has done depaint that fweit Serene, 
 Quhom I luve, and dare not aflay. 
 
 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 fcho mae Luvers does effrey, 
 
 Then eir of Greice did fair Helene, 
 Quhome I luve, and dar not aflay. 
 
 Quod STEWART. 
 
 Ane
 
 2 5 8 
 
 Ane litle Interlude of the Droichs. 
 
 I. 
 
 TIT IRRY, hary, hobbilfchow, 
 
 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 ftand, 
 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 maift 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 fkoul, 
 
 He trublit all the Air. 
 He gat my Gudfyre Gog Magog^ 
 He, when he daunft, the Warld wald fchog, 
 Then Thoufand 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 upftand, 
 And tak the Starns doun with his Hand, 
 And fet 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 fcho did rift, 
 The Lafs was naithing fklender: 
 
 Scho
 
 260 Interlude of the Droicbs. 
 
 Scho fpat Loch-lowmond with hir Lips, 
 Thunder and Fyre flew frae hir Hips, 
 Quhen fcho 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 fcho was zung and tendir: 
 Upon a Nicht heir in the North, 
 Scho tuke the Gravel, and ftaild Craig-garth, 
 And pifcht the grit Watter of Forth, 
 
 Sic Tyd ran aftirhind hir. 
 
 VII. 
 
 ANE Thing written of hir I find, 
 In Yrland quhen fcho blew behind, 
 On Norway Coift fcho raift the Wind, 
 
 And grit Schips drownit thair: 
 Then fcho fifcht all the Spalnzte Seis, 
 With hir Sark Lap betwix hir Theyis, 
 And thre Days failing tween hir Kneis 
 
 It was efteemd and mair. 
 
 VIII. THE
 
 Interlude of the Droicbs. 261 
 
 VIII. 
 
 > 
 
 THE hingan Braes on Adir Syde 
 
 Scho powtert with hir Lymms fae wyde; 
 
 LafTes 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 *Gelg 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 flap owre the Ocean Se, 
 The Mone fprang neir abune his Knie, 
 
 The Heavens had of him Feir. 
 
 X. ANE 
 
 * A Kind of an old fafhioned Net ufed now for catching of 
 Spouts.
 
 262 Interlude of the Droicbs. 
 
 X. 
 
 ANE thoufand Ziers ar paft 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 (lain, 
 
 Sen I could weild a Speir. 
 
 XI. 
 
 THE Sophie and the Sowdoun ftrang, 
 
 With Battles that haif laftit 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. 
 
 Trland
 
 Interlude of the Drolcbs. 
 
 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 foremoft ay in Feild, 
 
 And now fae lang haif born the Scheild, 
 
 That I am crynit in for Eild 
 
 This litle, as ze may fe : 
 I haif bene banift undir the Lynd 
 This lang Tyme, that nane could me rynd, 
 Quhyle now with this laft Eiftin Wynd, 
 
 I am cum heir perdie. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 MY Name is Welih, therfore be blyth, 
 I am cum Comfort zou to kyth, 
 Suppofe ilk Wretch fuld wail and wryth, 
 
 All Berth 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 Drotchs. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Now fen I am fie Quantitie 
 Of Gyans cum, as ze may fe, 
 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. 
 
 A DEW a quhyle, for now I gae, 
 But I will not lang byde ze frae, 
 I wifch ze be conferft from Wae, 
 
 Baith Maiden, Wyfe and Man: 
 GOD blefs them and the haly Rude, 
 Gif me a Drink, fe it be gude, 
 And quha trows beft that I do lude, 
 
 Skink firft to me the Kan. 
 
 FINIS. The Droichs Part of a Play. 
 
 Auld
 
 265 
 
 . $f. ^fe .jfe jfe ^t. &. jfe jfe. jfc ^fe. jfc !fe jfe jifei .jfe ^fe. 
 ' fll V O O Ct w w O O O Cf 
 
 ^T^JT^^Tj^T^^^ 
 
 Kyndnefs quite forzet quhen 
 ane grows pure. 
 
 I. 
 
 *T^His Warld is all but fenziet fair, 
 And as unftable as the Wind, 
 
 And Faith is flemit I wat not quhair, 
 Treft Fallowfhip is ill to find, 
 Gude Confciences is all made blind, 
 
 And Charity thairs nane to get; 
 Leil Luve and Lawty lys behind, 
 
 And auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. 
 
 II. 
 
 QUHYLE I had ony Thing to fpend, 
 And ftuffit weil with' Warlds Wrack, 
 
 Amang my Friends I was weil kend - t 
 Quhen I was proud and had a Pack, 
 They wad me be the Oxter tak 3 
 
 And at the hich Buird I was fet, 
 But now they let me ftand aback, 
 
 Sen auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. 
 
 III. Now
 
 2 6 Auld Kyndnefs quite forget. 
 
 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 {land upon the Flure, 
 Sen auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. 
 
 IV. 
 
 SUPPOSE I mein I am nocht mendit, 
 
 Sen I held part with Povertie, 
 Away fen that my Pack was fpendit, 
 
 Adieu all Liberality. 
 
 The Proverb now is trew I fee, 
 ^uha may not give will little get; 
 
 Therefore to fay the Verity, 
 Now auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. 
 
 V. 
 THEY wald me hals with Hude and Hat, 
 
 Quhyle I was rich and had enouch, 
 About me Friends enow I gatj 
 
 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 Kyndnefs is quite forzet. VI. As
 
 Auld Kyndnefs quite forget. 2 ^7 
 
 VI. 
 
 As lang as my ain Cap ftude even, 
 
 I zied but feindle myne allane, 
 I fquyrit was with Sax or Sevin, 
 
 Ay quhyle I gave them twa for ane ; 
 
 But fuddenly frae that was gane, 
 They pafsd me by with Hands plett, 
 
 With puirtith frae I was oertane, 
 Then auld Kyndnefs was quite forzet. 
 
 VII. 
 
 INTO this Warld fuld nae Man trow, 
 
 Thou may weil fee the Reafon 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 Fifh in thy Net : 
 
 Therfore this falfe Warld I defy, 
 Sen auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. 
 
 VIII. 
 SEN that nae Kyndnefs kepit is, 
 
 Into this Warld that is prefent, 
 Gif thou wald cum to Heavins Blifs, 
 
 Thyfelf appleift with fober Rent, 
 
 Live weil and give with gude Intent, 
 To every Man his proper Debt, 
 
 Quhat eir God fend hald thee content, 
 Sen auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet. AD
 
 268 
 
 AD V ICE to be Liberal and 
 Blyth. 
 
 i. 
 
 T MAKE it kend, he that will fpend, 
 
 And luve GOD late and Air, 
 He will him mend, and Grace him fend, 
 
 Quhyle Catives fhall have Care: 
 But Praife weil pend, fall him comend, 
 
 That of his Rowth can fpare ; 
 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 blytb. 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 fwak, 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 blytb. 
 
 Now let us fing, our Cares to ding, 
 
 And mak a gladfome 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 underftude, 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 mail 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. 
 
 ^uod Jo. BLYTH. 
 'The End of the firft Volume.
 
 271 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Firft VOLUME. 
 
 Page 
 
 CHaisT's Kirk on the Grene, .... I 
 The Thijlle and the Rofe, . . . .15 
 
 Panygyrick on Sr Penny, . . . . .27 
 
 Virtue and Vyce, . . . . . .31 
 
 Bytand Ballat on ivarlo Wyves, . . . .51 
 
 Robin and Makyne, . . . . . .56 
 
 Advyce to a Man to enjoy his ain, .... 64 
 
 The Fleming Bark, . . . . . .67 
 
 Defens of Gnffel Sandylands, . . . .71 
 
 The Battle of Har/aiv, ..... 78 
 
 The Fenziet Frier of Tungland, . . . .91 
 
 Ty 'dings frae the SeJJion, . . . . .98 
 
 A general! Satyre, . . . . . . IO2 
 
 Wyfe Sayings, . ... . . . .107 
 
 The Complaint to his Mi/lrefs, . . . .108 
 
 Cupid quareledfor Tyranie, . . . .112 
 
 InveSive again/I Mouth-Thanklefs, . . .115 
 
 The Soutar and Tailziors Fly ting, . . . 1 1 8 
 
 Ballat to the Scorn of 'wanton Women, . . .123 
 The Lament for the Lofs of 'the Poets, . . .129 
 The Wyfe of Auchtermuchty, . . . .137 
 
 The
 
 272 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 The Borrowftoun Mous, and the Land<wart Mous, . 1 44 
 
 Advice to his zoung King, . . . . .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 Miftre/es, . . .184 
 
 The Ly on and Mous, . . . . . .185 
 
 The Tod and the Lamb, . . . . .200 
 
 On anes being his ain Enemy, . . . .204 
 
 Benifit on Ladys that ar Gude Solicit ers, . 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 betiueen the Soutar and Tailzor, . 247 
 
 The Amends made to Birs and Thimble, . .253 
 
 The Lovers Mane that dar not f peak, . . .256 
 
 Ane Interlude of the Droichs, . . . .258 
 
 Auld Kyndnefs quite forzet, . . . . .265 
 
 Advyce to be liberal and blyth, . . . .268

 
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