II. FOR Ony Malledy, ze ken, Except peuir Luve, or than stark Deid. Qubair that the Law of Luve remains. As Tantalus in Watter stands, To ftanche his thrifty Appetyte, The River fleis him in Dispyte; THE nar the Flame, the hetter Fyre, Frae I behald her heavenly Hew; Pure Piramus himself he flew, Made Saul and Body to diffaver, He diet but anes, farwel, adiew, I daylie die, and zet dies never. ས་ ZIT Jafon did enjoy Medea, Quhy wald ze flay zour faikles Man, VI. THOCHT ferfs Achil, that worthie Knicht, Was flain for Luve, the Suthe to say, Leander on a ftormy Nicht Diet fleitand on the Billous gray; Thocht Trayalus be langourt ay, Still waitand for his Luves Return, vii. As Pal to Pylatts does appeir VHE Now Paper pas, and at her speir, My faithfull Heart I send it heir, In Signe of Paper I prefent it; Wald GOD my Body war fornent it, Or fmallest Varlet of her Chammer. Quod King HENRY STEWART, CUPID quareld for his Tyranie. Blindnes and Injustice. I. UHOME fould I wyt for my Q Mifchance, But Cupid King of Variance, Thy Court, without Confiderance, Quhen lit knew, Or evir made the Observance, Richt fair I rew. II. THOU and thy Law ar Inftruments Of diverfs Inconveniments; Thy Service mony fair repents, Knawing the Quarrell, Quhen Body, Fame and Substance fhents, III. QUHAT is thy Manrent but Mischeif, Sturt, Anger, Grunching, Yre and Greif, Ill Lyfe, and Langour bot Releife, of Wounds fae wan, Difplifour, Pain, and hie Repreife Of GoD and Man. IV. THOU luves all them that loudest leis, And marks quhen neir a Styme thou feis, མ. BLIND Buk! but at the Bound thou fhutes, And them forbeirs, that the rebutes; Thou ryves thair Hearts ay frae the Rutes, Quilk ar thy awin, And cures them that cares not three Cutes To be mifknawn. |