 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
TO THE READER.
My willing mind, I pray the not refuse,Sen litle praise may recompence my paine.
Bot I beseik the, that thou wald excuse,
The vnripe seids of my maist barren braine:
My rurall vers, I pray the not prophane,
Thocht thay proceid, from ane maist rustick spring,
Nor my gud purpose, se thou not disdaine,
Ane Prences praise, sen that I preis to sing:
And sen I haue bene bauld, to write this thing,
Quhilk pregnant Poets, iustly may dereid,
First, I craue pardon of our soueraigne King,
And sine of you, quho sall the samin reid,
Not that I haue done you so gret offence,
As to the persoun, of our nobill Prence.
BE HONOR I LEVE.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |