 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Anus speakis to Galathea.
Like as the greter fier will adres,
And be the motioun of it selfe arise,
And as the greter anger will acres,
Venvs gainstanding to thair interprise:
Swa Venvs, hurtfull till hir awin asise,
With hir awin weir, vprises to make tene,
And nurischis the woundis, efter hir gise,
Strife, being maid agains hir selfe I mene.
And be the motioun of it selfe arise,
And as the greter anger will acres,
Venvs gainstanding to thair interprise:
Swa Venvs, hurtfull till hir awin asise,
With hir awin weir, vprises to make tene,
And nurischis the woundis, efter hir gise,
Strife, being maid agains hir selfe I mene.
Ye may not than, with weir as ye may se,
Extingueis or put out the flamis that fleis,
Your fier sall, the mutch mair meker be,
Conioynd with pece, the samin for to meis:
Obay dame Venvs, in hir haill decreis,
Quhile as ye are hir weriour keipit clos,
That all your strife and labour of waneis,
Redound not to your domage, skaith and los.
Extingueis or put out the flamis that fleis,
Your fier sall, the mutch mair meker be,
Conioynd with pece, the samin for to meis:
Obay dame Venvs, in hir haill decreis,
Quhile as ye are hir weriour keipit clos,
That all your strife and labour of waneis,
Redound not to your domage, skaith and los.
Daft woman, quhy do ye so rashly go,
To tine your life, all plesours til expell,
The hurtfull error, ocupeis you so,
Destroying baith your bodie, and your sell:
The visage of your frend ye spie and spell,
Howbeid, that he be absent out of place,
And he no les in mind, as I heir tell,
Baith nicht and day, behaulds your fragrant face.
To tine your life, all plesours til expell,
The hurtfull error, ocupeis you so,
Destroying baith your bodie, and your sell:
The visage of your frend ye spie and spell,
Howbeid, that he be absent out of place,
And he no les in mind, as I heir tell,
Baith nicht and day, behaulds your fragrant face.
Ilk ane of you, till vther makis a sing,
Setting your eis, ane in the vthers face,
Quhilk thing, sal deith, to baith your persouns bring
Belang delay, prolonging time and space:
I trow ye trauell lichtly, bot alace,
This cairfull mater, for to meis and mend,
Bot cruell deith, sall cum and cut this cace,
And to your strife, sall schortly put ane end.
Setting your eis, ane in the vthers face,
Quhilk thing, sal deith, to baith your persouns bring
Belang delay, prolonging time and space:
I trow ye trauell lichtly, bot alace,
This cairfull mater, for to meis and mend,
Bot cruell deith, sall cum and cut this cace,
Into thy youth, tak vp ane wantoun tred,
And all thy flechly pleasours, se thou feid,
Blythe hairtis, with blythenes aucht for to be fed,
For it becums, so for to do indeid:
Cum you allone, and play with me in speid,
Ane litill space, your spreit for to renewe,
Hame in our hous, ye sall haif meikill meid,
Quhair nutis, and apillis, ye sall get anewe.
And all thy flechly pleasours, se thou feid,
Blythe hairtis, with blythenes aucht for to be fed,
For it becums, so for to do indeid:
Cum you allone, and play with me in speid,
Ane litill space, your spreit for to renewe,
Hame in our hous, ye sall haif meikill meid,
Quhair nutis, and apillis, ye sall get anewe.
My hous wes neuer emptie, yet of meit,
Nor yit of frute, for to gif folkis thair fill,
Quhairof ye bauldly, may injoy or eit,
At your awin plesour, apetite and will:
Quhat man is yon, that knokis so stoutlie still,
And mouis our duris, with duntis, and callis so kene,
It wes a man or ellis the wind so schill,
Bot I belief, that it sum man hes bene.
Nor yit of frute, for to gif folkis thair fill,
Quhairof ye bauldly, may injoy or eit,
At your awin plesour, apetite and will:
Quhat man is yon, that knokis so stoutlie still,
And mouis our duris, with duntis, and callis so kene,
It wes a man or ellis the wind so schill,
Bot I belief, that it sum man hes bene.
Behauld it is a man, as I consaue,
Out at ane hole, he spyis vs wondrous leil,
Now Pamphilvs, it is as I persaue,
As be his visage, I ken wondrous weill:
The lock he opins, with gret craft and skeill,
And pece and pece the same, with force dois prime,
Intill vs heir, he quyetlie can steill,
I speik na mair, now at this present tyme.
Out at ane hole, he spyis vs wondrous leil,
Now Pamphilvs, it is as I persaue,
As be his visage, I ken wondrous weill:
The lock he opins, with gret craft and skeill,
And pece and pece the same, with force dois prime,
Intill vs heir, he quyetlie can steill,
I speik na mair, now at this present tyme.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |