 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Pamphilus heir imbracis Galathea.
O Galathæ, aboue all things I say,
Thou art my helth, quhilk to me dois belang,
Gif me ane thousand kisses, I the pray,
Sen for thy lufe, I lukit haife so lang:
My ardent lufe, sall not decay nor gang,
Throuch kisses, that betwixt vs twa hes bene,
B[illeg.] sall grow, the starker and mair strang,
Be plesant plais, and merry mowis, I mene..
Thou art my helth, quhilk to me dois belang,
Gif me ane thousand kisses, I the pray,
Sen for thy lufe, I lukit haife so lang:
My ardent lufe, sall not decay nor gang,
Throuch kisses, that betwixt vs twa hes bene,
B[illeg.] sall grow, the starker and mair strang,
Be plesant plais, and merry mowis, I mene..
Behold I do imbrace, with stomack stout,
My haill delite, and plesour maist compleit,
And als I do complex, the corps about,
Of my trew lufe, to me maist deir and sweit:
Ane happie chance, maid me with you to meit,
Gud fortoun als, my footsteps did adres,
For quhy, this place, conteinis the thing contreit,
Quhilk I lufe best, ouer all things mair or les,
My haill delite, and plesour maist compleit,
And als I do complex, the corps about,
Of my trew lufe, to me maist deir and sweit:
Ane happie chance, maid me with you to meit,
Gud fortoun als, my footsteps did adres,
For quhy, this place, conteinis the thing contreit,
Quhilk I lufe best, ouer all things mair or les,
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |