 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Pamphilus speakis to Anus.
Gif that ye tell, the veritie to me,
And that sche likwais, sic things did confar,
The dolour quhilk I presently do drie,
Out of my mynd sall be remouid rycht far:
Oftimes the end of maters, stikis a star,
And fallous not, the awin begining frake,
Fortune I say, so kittill is and skar,
The wark begun, sche hynders and putis bake.
And that sche likwais, sic things did confar,
Out of my mynd sall be remouid rycht far:
Oftimes the end of maters, stikis a star,
And fallous not, the awin begining frake,
Fortune I say, so kittill is and skar,
The wark begun, sche hynders and putis bake.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |