To lufty Men, and binds them up fae foir,
That they nae Perell can provyd befor.
XLII.

THIR Crewell Men that ftentit has the Net.
In quhilk the Lyon suddenlie was tane,
Waited allway that they a Mends micht get;
For Hurt, Men wryts with Stell in Marble-ftane,
Alair till expone, as now, I let alane:

Bat King and Lord may weil wate what I mein,
The Figure hereof aftymes has bein fene.

XLIII.

QUHEN this was fayd, quoth Ejop, My fair Chyld,
Persuade the Kirkmen eydentlie to pray,

That Treafon off this Countrie be exyld,
That Justice ring and Nobles keip thair Fay
Unto thair Soverain Lord baith Nicht and Day:
And with that Word he vaneift, and I woke,
Syne throu the Schaw my Jurney hamewart tuke.

Quod Mr. Ro. HENRYSON.

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THE

TOD and the LAMB,

O R,

Follows the Wowing of the King when he was at Dumfermeling.

I.

His hinder Nicht in Dumfermeling,

TH

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 Zelp;
And todlit with hir lyke a Quhelp,

Then lourit on growf, and asked Grace;
And ay the Lamb cryd, Lady help,

And that methocht a ferly Cafe.

III.

THE Tod was nowthir lein nor fcowry,

He was a lufty reid haird Lowry,

Ane lang taild Beift and grit withall;
The filly Lamb was all to small,

With fic a Trible to hald a 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;

He luvit nae Ews auld teuch and Sklender, Because 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 Waist,
And handilt her as gif in Hafte;

This Inocent that neir trefpaft,
Tuke Heart that fcho was handilt fast,
And lute him kifs her lufty Face:

His girnand Gams hir nocht agaft,
And that methocht a ferly Cafe.

VI.

Hɛ held hir till him be the Hals,
And spake full fair tho' he was fals;
Syne faid and swore to hir in Mode,
That he fuld not twitch hir Prein-cod.
The filly Thing trow'd him, allace!.
The Lamb gaif Creddence to the Tod,
And that methocht a ferly Case,

VII.

I will nae Leifings put in Verse,

Lyke as fum Janglers do reherfe;

But be quhat Manner they wer mard,
Quhen Licht was out and Dores wer 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 erouse,
The Wolf he umbefet the House,
Upon the Tod to mak a Chace:
The Lamb scho cheipit lyke a Mouse,
And that methocht a ferly Cafe.

IX.

THROW hydious Howling of the Wowf,
This wylie Tod plait doun on Growf:
And in the filly wie Lambs Skin,
He crap as far as he micht win,

And hid him thair a gay lang Space;
The Ews befyde they made nae Din,
And that methocht a ferly Case,

X.

QUHEN of the Tod was heerd nae Peip,
The Wowf wont all had bene asleip;
And quhyle the Tod had ftriken Ten,
The Wowf he drest him to his Den,
Proteftand for the fecond Place:

And this Report I with my Pen,
How at Dumfermling fell the Cafe.

Quod DUNBAR.