The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden ::

And nou, grate God, I humbley pray
That thow may take the selue away,
That keipis my soueraings Eiyes from woing
The thing that may be his vndooing.
And lett him heir, good God, the soundis
As weill of men as of hes houndis.
Giue him a taist, and truly too
Of quhat hes subiects undergo.
Giue him all feilling of ther wois,
Then sune no doubt his royall noisse
Will quickly smell thesse Rascalls furthe,
Quhosse blacke deids haue ecclipsit his worth;
Then found syne scurgit for ther offences,
Heauens blisse my soueraign and his senses.

University of Virginia Library

Epiloge.[_] The attribution of this poem is questionable.

[And nou, grate God, I humbley pray]

Epiloge.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.