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VII. [That farest things to wrak ar maist inclynde.]

That ‘farest things to wrak ar maist inclynde,’
ways me! alas! that saying is to trew.
the farest work of nature in hir kynde
and womans glore is deid without reskew,
quhose heavye losss with teares I sal persew,
lamenting sare that vnexspected chance.
bot weill I know, bycaus the heavens did rew
that earth so long was honourd by hir glance,
inforced death to stryke hir with hir lance,
to spoyle the earth thair place for to decore.
O blissed luk! my spreit no mair in trance
nor into dumps contenew sal thairfore:
god hes her taine in mercye not in yre,
that vnto him my thoughts may all aspyre.