 | The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie |  |
XXXIX. [TO HIS MAISTRES.]
Bright amorous ee vhare Love in ambush [lyes]—Cleir cristal tear distilde at our depairt—
Sueet secreit sigh more peircing nor a dairt—
Inchanting voce, beuitcher of the wyse—
Quhyt ivory hand, vhilk thrust my finger [s pryse]—
I challenge ȝou, the causers of my smarte,
As homiceids, and murtherers of my harte,
In Resones court to suffer ane assyse.
Bot, oh! I fear, ȝea rather wot I weill,
To be repledgt ȝe plainly will appeill
To Love, whom Resone never culd comm[and:]
Bot, since I can not better myn estate,
Ȝit, vhill I live, at leist I sall regrate
Ane ee, a teir, a sigh, a voce, a hand.
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