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The poems (1902)

Scott, Alexander (1525?-1584?)

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The Wryttar to the Reidaris.
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1. Ane new ȝeir gift, to the quene Mary, Quhen scho come first hame.
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2. The iusting and debait vp at the Drum, Betuix Wa Adamsone, and Iohnie Sym.
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3. Of May.
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4. [O Lusty May, with Flora Quene.]
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Poems on the Pains and Pleasures of Love.
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5. [Luve preysis but comparesone.]
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6. [Haif hairt in hairt, ȝe hairt of hairtis, haill.]
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7. The anschir to the ballat of hairtis.
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8. [Hence, hairt, with hir þat most departe.]
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9. [Quha is perfyte to put in wryt.]
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10. [I wil be plane and lufe affane.]
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11. [Only to ȝow in erd that I lufe best.]
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12. [Rycht as þe glass bene thirlit thrucht with bemis.]
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13. [“Up, helsum hairt! thy rutis rais, & lowp.”
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14. [How suld my febill body fure.]
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15. [Marvilling in mynd, quhat ailis fortoun at me.]
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16. [Departe, departe, departe.]
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17. [That evir I luvit allace þairfoir.]
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18. [Oppressit hairt, indure.]
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19. [Leif luve & lat me leif allone.]
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20. [Thocht I in grit distress.]
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21. [Langour to leive, allace.]
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22. [Favour is fair in luvis lair.]
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23. [Returne thee, hairt, hamewart agane.]
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24. [In June the jem of joy and geme.]
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25. [Thair is nocht ane winche þat I se.]
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26. Quod Scott quhen his wyfe left him.
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27. [Quha lykis to luve.]
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28. [Lo! quhat it is to luve.]
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29. [Quhome sould I wyt of my mischance.]
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30. It cumis ȝow luvaris to be laill.
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31. [Fra raige of ȝowth the rynk hes rune.]
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Satires.
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Paraphrases of the Psalms.
  
The Wryttar to the Redare.

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17. [That evir I luvit allace þairfoir.]

That evir I luvit, allace þairfoir,
This to be pynit with panis soir,
Thirlit throw every vane and boir
Without offenss
Chryst send remeid, I say no moir
Bot pacienss.
Grissal was nevir so pacient
As I am for my lady gent,
For in my mynd I so imprent
Hir excellenss
That of my deid I am content
With pacienss.
How lang sall I this lyfe inleid?
That for hir saik do suffer deid,
But confort of hir gudly heid
Or ȝit presens;
I say no moir, christ send remeid
With paciens.
On paciens I mon perforss,
Sen þat I go frome weill to worss,
Exorting chryst send hir remorss
Of conscienss
Sa crewaly hes keild my corss
But pacienss.
Paciens ourcumis all,
And is ane vertew principall,
Sen I am bund to leif in thrall
With insolens,
I mon sustene quhat so befall
With pacienss.
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But paciens I ȝow assure,
Nane may þe panis of lufe indure,
Nor ȝit in to that lufly bour
Mak residens,
Without thay preif baith sueit and sour
With paciens.
Lufe is maid of sic ane kynd,
That be na forss it may be synd,
Bot only be of hummill mynd
With parmanenss
To thoill, suppoiss þe hairt be pynd,
With pacienss.
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