Confiddering that no Flowir is fae perfyte,

Sae full of Plefans, Vertue and Delyte, Sae full of blisfull 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 ilusterous born,
Frae Ryal Linage ryfing fresh and yung,
But ony Spot or Macull doing sprung:
Cum Blume of Joy with richest 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;

Quhairfor methocht, the Flowirs did all rejose, Crying attaines, Haill to the fragrant Rose, Iail Emprefs of the Herbs, frefch Quene of Flowirs, To the be Glore and Honour at all Hours,

Qubois, Dois, Hir, &c. Whofe, Does, Her. The e in many fuch Words is fupplied with i,

But ony Spot, Without Spot

XXIV,

THEN all the Birds thay fang with Voice on hicht,

Whose 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 Blude Ryal, Quhois precious Vertew is Imperial.

XXV.

THE Merle fcho fang, Hail ROSE of most Delyt,
Hail of all Flowres 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 Natures Suffragane,
In Bewty, Nurture, and each Nobilnefs,
In rich Array, Renown and Gentilnefs.

XXVI.

THE COMMON Voice upraise of Birdis fmall,
Upon this Ways, O bliffit be the Hour

That thou was chofe to be our Principal,

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That the Houfe of York and Lancaster (the White and Red Rofe) were united in the Perfon of our Queen, is well known.

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 fic a Shout,
That I anone awakent quhair I lay,
And with a Braid I turnit me about

To le this Court, but all wer gone away;
Then up I leint me, halflings in affray,
Callt to my Mufe, and for my Subjeck chose
To fing the Ryal THISTLE and the Rosɛ.

Quod Mr. Wm. DUNBAR.

R

I.

ICHT fain wald I my Qwaintance mak

Sr. Penny with, and wate ye quby?

He is a Man will undertak

A Lairdship of braid Lands to buy;
Thairfoir methink richt fain wald I

With him in Fellowship repair,

Because he is in Company

A noble Gyde baith late and air.

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,
Because he is of a noble Spreit,
A furthy Man and a forfeiand;
There is no Mater ends compleit,
Till he fet to his Seil and hand.

HI

SR Penny is a valiant Man,

Of mekle Strentha and Dignitie,
And evir fen this Warld began,
In this Land autoreift is he:
The King or Quene ze may not fee,
They fill 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 Reasons can furth fchaw,

Quhen he is standing at the Bar,