II. Por ony Malledy, ze ken,

Except peoir Luve, or than Stark Deid. Help may be had frac 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 Love remains.

III.
As Tantalus in Watter stands,

To stanche his thrifty Appetyte,
Bewailing Body, Heid and Hands,

The River fleis him in Dispyte;

Sae does my losty Lady qwhyte,
She Alcis the place where I repair:

To hungry Men is smal Delyte
To switch the Meit, and eit nae mair.

IV.
The par the Flame, the hetter Fyre,

The mair I pyne, zet I persew,
The mair enkendlis my Disyre,

Frae I behald her hearenly Hew;

Pure Piramus himself he flew, Made Saul and Body to diffaner,

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 disfaved was with Enea,

And Demophoy his Lady wan ;

Gif Women trowd fic Traycors than, For till enjoy the Fruits of Luve,

Quhy wald ze slay zour laikles Man, Quha never mynds for to remuve,

VI. Tkocht ferss Achil, that worthie Knicht,

Was slain for Love, the Sutbe to say, Leander on a stormy Nicht

Diet feitand on the Billous gray ;

Thocht Trayalus be langourt ay, Still waitand for his Luves Return,

Had not fic Pyne (thairs was but play) As daylie does my Body barn.

vir.

As Pol to Pylatts does appeir

Far brichtar than the Stars abgut, Sae does zour Visage shine as cleir As Rose amang the rafkal Rout;

War Paris leivand now, bot Dout, And had the Golden Ball to serve,

I wate he wald sune wait zou out, And leif Wenus and Minerue.

VHL

Now Paper pas, and at her fpeir,

Gif pleife her Prudence to imprint it? My faithfull Heart I send it heir,

In Signe of Paper I prefent it;

Wald God my Body war fornent it,
That I micht serve hir Grace bot Glammer,

To be hir Knaif I am contentit,
Or smallest Varlet of her Chammer,

Quod King HENRY STEWART..

Cupid quareld for his Tyranie.

Blindnes and Injustice.

I.

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Uhome fould I wyt for my Mischance,

But Cupid King of Variance, Thy Court, without Considerance,

Quhen Jit knew, Or evir made the Observance,

Richt fair I rew.

II.

Thou and thy Law ar Instruments
Of diverss Inconveniments;
Thy Service mony fair repents,

Knawing the Quarrell,
Ruhen Body, Fame and Substance fhents,

And Saul in Percl.

III.

QUHAT is thy Alaprent but Mischeif,

Sturt, Anger, Grunching, Yre and Greif, ** Ill Lyfe, and Langour bot Releife,

of Wounds fae wan, Displisour, Pain, and hie Repreife

Of God and Man.

IV.

Thou luves all them that loudest leis,
And follows fastest them that fleis;
Thou lichtlies all trew Properties

Of Luve express,
And marks quhen neir a Styme thou seis,

And hits begess.

V.

BLIND Buk! but at the Round thou shutes,
And them forbeirs that the rebutes;
Thou ryves thair Yearts ay frae the Rutes,

Quilk ar thy awin,
And cures them that cares not three Cutes

To be misknawn.