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The Conclusion be P.R. to all and Sum.
All that this reids, the mater sad will think;
Sum that this heirs, I wait, will discommend it;
Thocht all and sum heir at partly do schrink,
Ȝit sory I that thay suld be offendit;
Heirfoir, I wald that this wer blythlie endit.
For to mak all or sum lauch at the last,
Than all and sum sall heir, in tyme bypast
Quhen Fornicatioun haldin was na cryme,
How that sum prelats did walk, pray, and fast,
And serue in Kirk according to that tyme.
Sum that this heirs, I wait, will discommend it;
Thocht all and sum heir at partly do schrink,
Ȝit sory I that thay suld be offendit;
Heirfoir, I wald that this wer blythlie endit.
For to mak all or sum lauch at the last,
Than all and sum sall heir, in tyme bypast
Quhen Fornicatioun haldin was na cryme,
How that sum prelats did walk, pray, and fast,
And serue in Kirk according to that tyme.
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A prelat ane day in his bed, to sport him,
Did clap his lufe with kisses soft and sweit;
In this meane tyme, thair was, to recomfort him,
Peirtryks and pleuers pyping on the speit.
Then vp he rais, and made him for thame meit,
With gude quhyte wyne and all the partinence.
Quhen he had tane this on his conscience,
He gaif ane greit pech, lyke ane weill fed stirk,
“Och, Lord,” quod he, “Now gif me patience!
Quhat stres thoill we to serue thy haly Kirk!”
Did clap his lufe with kisses soft and sweit;
In this meane tyme, thair was, to recomfort him,
Peirtryks and pleuers pyping on the speit.
Then vp he rais, and made him for thame meit,
With gude quhyte wyne and all the partinence.
Quhen he had tane this on his conscience,
He gaif ane greit pech, lyke ane weill fed stirk,
“Och, Lord,” quod he, “Now gif me patience!
Quhat stres thoill we to serue thy haly Kirk!”
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