 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Pamphilus answers to Anus
To ane ritch man, it is ane falt maist vile,
To trumpe ane pure man, of his gift and clame,
Gif of your salire, I suld you begile,
To be vnhonnest, I suld win ane name:
The wourdis quhilk I, out of my mouth did frame,
You nor na vther, na tyme hes disauid,
Quhen that ye pleis, to speir my brute and fame,
Into the same, na spote sall be persauid.
To trumpe ane pure man, of his gift and clame,
Gif of your salire, I suld you begile,
To be vnhonnest, I suld win ane name:
The wourdis quhilk I, out of my mouth did frame,
You nor na vther, na tyme hes disauid,
Quhen that ye pleis, to speir my brute and fame,
Into the same, na spote sall be persauid.
My faith is constant, still for til indure,
And als my promeis, vpricht and senceir,
Quhilk faith anexis, and makis those thingis sure,
Quhilk to be vnperformd, ye dreid and feir.
And als my promeis, vpricht and senceir,
Quhilk faith anexis, and makis those thingis sure,
Quhilk to be vnperformd, ye dreid and feir.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |