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FOR Ony Malledy, ze ken,
Except peuir Luve, or than stark Deid. Help may be had frae Hands of Men,
Throw Medicines to mak Remeid: For Harms of Body, Hands or Heid, The Pottingars will purge the Pains;
But all the Members are at Feid,
To ftanche his thrifty Appetyte,
The River fleis him in Difpyte;
To hungry Men is smal Delyte.
Pure Piramus himself he flew,
He diet but anes, farwel, adiew,
ZIT Jafon did enjoy Medea,
And Thefeus gat his Adriane, Dido diffaved was with Enea,
And Demophoy his Lady wan ;
Quhy wald ze flay zour faikles Man,
THOCHT ferfs Achil, that worthie Knicht, Was flain for Luve, the Suthe to say, Leander on a formy Nicht
Diet fleitand on the Billous gray; Thocht Trapalus be langourt ay, Still waitand for his Luves Return, Had not fic Pyne (thairs was but Play) As daylie does my Body burn.
As Pol to Pylatts does appeir
Now Paper pas, and at her fpeir,
In Signe of Paper I prefent it;
To be hir Knaif I am contentit,
Or fmallest Varlet of her Chammer.
Quod King HENRY STEWART,
CUPID quareld for his Tyranie.
UHOME fould I wyt for my Mischance,
Thy Court, without Confiderance,
Quhen lit knew,
Or evir made the Obfervance,
Richt fair I rew.
THOU and thy Law ar Inftruments
Thy Service mony fair repents,
Knawing the Quarrell,
Quhen Body, Fame and Substance fhents,
QUHAT is thy Manrent but Mischeif,
Difplifour, Pain, and hie Repreife
Of GoD and Man.
THOU luves all them that loudest leis,
And marks quhen neir a Styme thou feis,
BLIND Buk! but at the Bound thou fhutes,
And cures them that cares not three Cutes