Poems of Alexander Montgomerie And Other Pieces from Laing MS. No. 447: Supplementary Volume: Edited with Introduction, Appendices, Notes, and Glossary by George Stevenson |
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V. [KING CUPAID, GRACLES GOD OF GLAIKES.]
King cupaid, gracles god of glaikes,
Sen þou takis pastym for to pyne
Thay sarwandis þat sick plessur takis
To leif lyk sempell slaives of thayne,
Thow sell nocht hurtt þis hairtt of myne;
I sell lett all þai flanis fle bay:
Schott on, thow sall bott trawill tyne:
Deirtt In þai nok, I þe defay.
Sen þou takis pastym for to pyne
Thay sarwandis þat sick plessur takis
To leif lyk sempell slaives of thayne,
Thow sell nocht hurtt þis hairtt of myne;
I sell lett all þai flanis fle bay:
Schott on, thow sall bott trawill tyne:
Deirtt In þai nok, I þe defay.
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I call þe king bott in to s[c]ourne,
Thay moþer, gwklett goddes quene;
For sene þe our þat I was borne,
Thay baneist rebell I hawe bene.
Thay curtt I hawe contemitt clene,
And ever sell do quhill I die:
In spaitt of þe, itt selbe sene,
Fra leuff I sell leif ever fre.
Thay moþer, gwklett goddes quene;
For sene þe our þat I was borne,
Thay baneist rebell I hawe bene.
Thay curtt I hawe contemitt clene,
And ever sell do quhill I die:
In spaitt of þe, itt selbe sene,
Fra leuff I sell leif ever fre.
Blind best, I bid þe bend þai bowe,
Schairp w[e]ill þai schaft, bind on þai braice;
Than, drocht, do att þat þow dow,
For luf I sell nocht say, ‘aless!’
Nocht throw gud gaiding, bott be grace,
I hawe eschewitt þai deidlie dairttis:
My freddome þow dar nocht defaice,
For all þai bowttis of bludie hairttis.
Schairp w[e]ill þai schaft, bind on þai braice;
Than, drocht, do att þat þow dow,
For luf I sell nocht say, ‘aless!’
Nocht throw gud gaiding, bott be grace,
I hawe eschewitt þai deidlie dairttis:
My freddome þow dar nocht defaice,
For all þai bowttis of bludie hairttis.
In nathing ȝeitt I hawe bene wyss,
except I newer folowitt þe;
For all þe wyllis þow can dewayss,
þai sleichtis sell neu[i]r subgek me.
na presens, nor perswationis slie,
sell newer mouf my mynd ane Inch;
nor bewtie sell nocht blind my eie,
For I hawe leirnid to countt my kinch.
except I newer folowitt þe;
For all þe wyllis þow can dewayss,
þai sleichtis sell neu[i]r subgek me.
na presens, nor perswationis slie,
sell newer mouf my mynd ane Inch;
nor bewtie sell nocht blind my eie,
For I hawe leirnid to countt my kinch.
Thay painfull plessuris & annoyis,
Thay hukis þat hundrethe hes orthraune,
Thay schortt delytt in constantt loyis,
Thy creweltie is ever schawin
Bott contra sik as is [thayne] awin;
Sa, Fas tratour, vngraitt & periurd,
By art & prouff, þai craff Is knayne
To me, quha newir þis kyndnes curd.
Thay hukis þat hundrethe hes orthraune,
Thay schortt delytt in constantt loyis,
Thy creweltie is ever schawin
Bott contra sik as is [thayne] awin;
Sa, Fas tratour, vngraitt & periurd,
By art & prouff, þai craff Is knayne
To me, quha newir þis kyndnes curd.
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Now of þai outtlawes I am ane,
Sell newer ser the for reward,
Be trane or tressone be I tene,
For panis will be for me prepairitt;
I sell nocht houp for to be speritt,
Þat hes þai dedlie wraithe deserwitt;
Bott I sell stand vpoun my gaird,
Ay bodin as I wald be serwitt.
Sell newer ser the for reward,
Be trane or tressone be I tene,
For panis will be for me prepairitt;
I sell nocht houp for to be speritt,
Þat hes þai dedlie wraithe deserwitt;
Bott I sell stand vpoun my gaird,
Ay bodin as I wald be serwitt.
Ȝitt sair, alas, I pittie some,
Thatt hes bene men of knawlege kend,
And ȝitt with the hes bene owircum,
Quhais witt I can na wayis commend;
As for mysellff, I sel defend,
And cairis nocht by þai feid ane ble,
Dischairging frindschip; and so I end:
Fair will þat day I dyne with the!
Thatt hes bene men of knawlege kend,
And ȝitt with the hes bene owircum,
Quhais witt I can na wayis commend;
As for mysellff, I sel defend,
And cairis nocht by þai feid ane ble,
Dischairging frindschip; and so I end:
Fair will þat day I dyne with the!
Finis. Amen.
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