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XIV. TO HIS MAJESTIE, FOR HIS PENSIOUN.
Help, Prince, to vhom, on vhom not I complene,Bot on, not to fals fortun, ay my fo;
Quha but, not by a resone, reft me fro;
Quho did, not does, ȝit suld my self sustene.
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I thole, not thanks thame, Sir, vho servd me so;
Quha heght, not held to me, and mony mo,
To help, not hurt, bot hes not byding bene:
Sen will, not wit, to lait vhilk I lament,
Of sight, not service, shed me from ȝour grace.
With, not without ȝour warrand, ȝit I went;
In wryt, not words; the papers ar in place:
Sen chance, not change, hes put me to this pane,
Let richt, not reif, my pensioun bring agane.
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