 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Pamphilus speakis to Galathea.
Oft times, the falts of wickit bissie bois,
Perturbis the iust, and dois thame back repell,
It is my nichbours faut, quhilk me anois,
And not the faut, quhilk I commit my sell:
O burd bening, whois bewtie dois excell,
Of thy gud grace, I thee beseik, til heir,
And grant me grace, a few wourds for to tell,
To you my maistres, and my darling deir.
Perturbis the iust, and dois thame back repell,
It is my nichbours faut, quhilk me anois,
And not the faut, quhilk I commit my sell:
O burd bening, whois bewtie dois excell,
Of thy gud grace, I thee beseik, til heir,
And grant me grace, a few wourds for to tell,
To you my maistres, and my darling deir.
I take to witnes, God ouer euery quhair,
With all the powers of this earthly sile,
Gif ony thing to you, I do declair,
Quhilk spoken is, for fraudfulnes or gile:
In all this warld, nane can I spie or pile,
Mair deir to me, or mair for my behoofe,
My hart and mind seis nane, of na kin stile,
Mair apt and wordie till auance in lufe.
With all the powers of this earthly sile,
Gif ony thing to you, I do declair,
Quhilk spoken is, for fraudfulnes or gile:
In all this warld, nane can I spie or pile,
Mair deir to me, or mair for my behoofe,
My hart and mind seis nane, of na kin stile,
Mair apt and wordie till auance in lufe.
It is in vaine, the purpose quhilk I spak,
Be resoun of my barnlie age so short,
quhilk scarce yit kens, quhat domage it can mak,
Or yit the profit, quhilk it may import:
Suppose young age, be scharper in a sort,
And prompter spreitit teddence for to try,
Quhen men of age, seis mony things athort,
Young men I think, far mo things suld espy.
Be resoun of my barnlie age so short,
quhilk scarce yit kens, quhat domage it can mak,
Or yit the profit, quhilk it may import:
Suppose young age, be scharper in a sort,
And prompter spreitit teddence for to try,
Young men I think, far mo things suld espy.
Thocht thou be young, and barnely, I wald wis,
That thou suld ken, and cairfully incist,
First quhat I am, sine, quhat my calling is,
And quhair my lufe and kindnes dois concist:
Wisedome and craft, I wald thou kend and wist,
By vse and custome, sall thair secreits schaw,
All things be vse, hes lernit bene at list,
Quhilk mortall men, dois vnderstand and knaw.
That thou suld ken, and cairfully incist,
First quhat I am, sine, quhat my calling is,
And quhair my lufe and kindnes dois concist:
Wisedome and craft, I wald thou kend and wist,
By vse and custome, sall thair secreits schaw,
All things be vse, hes lernit bene at list,
Quhilk mortall men, dois vnderstand and knaw.
To gang and cum, and towartis you resort,
Our time about, for to confer anone,
With ernest mind, maist humbly I exhort,
That we together may be baith alone:
The inwart of the hart, is knawn to none,
Bot be the speich, it is cognossit and kend,
And thairfore now, I pray thee to propone,
Quhat is your will, and pleasour ye pretend.
Our time about, for to confer anone,
With ernest mind, maist humbly I exhort,
That we together may be baith alone:
The inwart of the hart, is knawn to none,
Bot be the speich, it is cognossit and kend,
And thairfore now, I pray thee to propone,
Quhat is your will, and pleasour ye pretend.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |