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For Faintnefs thae forfochtin Fulis,

Fal down lyk flauchtir Fails:

Fresh Men came in and hail'd the Dulis,

And dang them down in Dails, Bedene, at, &c. that Day.

XXII.

QUHEN all was done, Dik with an Aix,
Came furth to fell a Fudder,

Quod he, quhair are zon hangit Smaiks,
Richt now wald flain my Brudder.
His Wyfe bad him gae hame, Gib Glaiks,
And fae did Meg his Mudder.

He turn'd and gaif them baith their Paiks;

For he durft ding nane udder,

For Feir, at Chryft - Kirk of the Grene that Day! Finis quod King JAMES I.

Fudder, properly a Load, relating to Lead. It is 160. Pound Weight: in our old Authors it often metaphorically means a great many.

The THISTLE and the ROSE,
O'er Flowers and Herbage green,
By Lady Nature chofe,

Brave King and lovely Queen.

A POEM in Honour of MARGARET, Daughter to HENRY the VII, of England, Queen to JAMES the IV. King of SCOTS.

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I.

UHEN Merch with variand Winds was overpast,

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And fweit Apryle had with his Silver Showers

Tane Leif of Nature, with an orient Blaft,
And lufty May, that Mudder is of Flowrs,
Had maid the Birds begin be tymous Hours;
Amang the tendir Odours reid and quhyt,

Quhois Harmony to heir was grit Delyt.

Lufty May, Defireable May. Lufty through these Poems is an Epithet frequently us'd in this Senfe; alfo in our Language it expresses, Youthful, Blooming, Large, Jolly.

II.

IN Bed at Morrow, fleiping as I lay,
Methocht Aurora with her Rubie Ene,

In at my Window lukit by the Day,

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And halut me, with Vilage pale and grene, Upon her Hand a Lark fang frae the Splene, Luvers, awake out of your Slumbering,

Se how the lufty Morning dois upfpring.

III.

METHOCHT fresh May before my Bed upstood,
In Weid depainted of ilk diverfe Hew,
Sober, benyng, and full of Menfuetude,

In Bright Atyre of Flowrs, all forget new,

Of heavenly Colour quhyt, reid, brown and blew, Balmit in Dew, and gilt with Phebus Beims,

Qubyle all the Houfe ilumynt with her Leims.

IV.

SLUGART, fcho faid, awake annon, for Schame,

And in my Honour fumthing thou gae wryte; The Lark has done, the merry Day proclaim, Luvers to rais with Comfort and Delyte, Will nocht increase thy Courage to indyt ;

Lukit by the Day. Looked in at my Window by Day or the Dawning. Halfit, Hail'd or Saluted.

Menfuetude, Mildness, or good Humout.

Quhafe Heart fomtyme has glad and blissfull bene, Sangs oft to mak under the Brenches grene.

V.

QUHERTO, quoth I, fall I upryse at Morrow,
For in thy Month few Birds haif I hard fing,
Thay haif mair Cause to weip and plein their Sorrow:
Thy Air it is not holfum nor benyng,

Lord Eolus dois in thy Seafon ring,
Sae boufteous ar the blasts of his fhill horn,
Amang thy Bews to walk I haif forborn,

VI.

WITH that the Lady foberly did fmyle,
And faid, Upryfe and do thy Obfervance :
Thou did promist in Mayis lufty qubyle,

Then to difcryve the ROSE of moft Plefance,
Go fee the Birds how they fing and dance,
And how the Skyes iluminat ar bricht,

Enamylt richly with new azure Licht.

Do thy Obfervance, Perform thy Duty or Refpects. Here 'tis proper we take notice of the Cadency of fuch Words; many in that Age being pronounced long that now are expreffed fhort: But our Union with France, and French Auxiliaries fo often in Scotland at that Time, can easily account for that Manner of Pronunciation.

VII.

QUHEN this was faid, away then went the Quene,

And entert in a lusty Garden gent;

And then methocht, full hastylie besene,

In Sark and Mantle after her I went

Into this Garth most dulce and redolent,

Of Herb and Flowir, and tender Plants most sweit, And grene Leivs doing of Dew doun fleit.

VIII.

THE pourpour Sun, with tender Rayis reid,
In orient bricht as Angel did appeir,

Throu golden Skys advancing up his Heid.

Whofe gildet Treffes fchone fae wonder cleir, That all the warld tuke Comfort far and neir,¦ To juke upon his fresh and blissful Face, Doing all fable frae the Heavenis chace.

IX.

AND as the blissful Sun drave up

the Sky,

All Nature fang throu Comfort of the Licht;

The Minitrells wingd with open Voyces cry,

O Luvers now is fled the dully Nicht,

Come welcome Day that comforts every Wicht.

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