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Anus speakis to Pamphilus.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Anus speakis to Pamphilus.

Qvhen vnto hir of you report I mak,
Hir mynd and will, I find to be discreit,
Vnto my talk, sche dois attendence tak,
In modrat maner, quhilk apeiris maist sweit:
With tender wourds, sche dois me ay intreit,
And me imbraces, round about the neck,


Requeisting me, for to tell and repeit,
Those wourdis, the quhilk ye till hir did derect,
Quhen that occasioun, can it self present,
To nominat your name, in ony sort,
Sche standis into ane gret astonisment,
Quhen of the samyn, sche dois heir report:
And quhen of you, we chance to speik or sport,
Quhillis sche growis rid, quhilis pail, as sche wer seik,
Quhen I keip silence, sche will me exort,
And me command, that I againe suld speik.
Be thir conditiouns, I consider best,
And kens hir lufe, how that it is menteind,
To me sche hes baith grantit, and confest,
That sche to you, is ane maist faythful frend.