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HEIR ENDIS THE THRIDE PART. AND BEGYNNIS THE FOURT, MAKAND MENTIOUN OF THE DEITH. AND OF THE ANTICHRIST. AND GENERALL IUGEMENT. AND OF CERTANE PLESOURIS OF GLORIFIET BODYIS. AND QUHOW EUERY CREATURE DESYRIS TO SE THE LAST DAY. WITH ANE EXHORTATIOUN, BE EXPERIENCE, TO THE COURTIOUR. .&C.
COUR[TIOUR].Prvdent Father Experience,
Sen ȝe, of ȝour beneuolence,
Hes causit me for to consydder
Quhow warldlye Pompe and glore bene slydder,
By diuers Storyis Miserabyll,
Quhilkis to reheirs bene Lamentabyll,
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I pray ȝow geue me ȝour counsaill,
Quhat I sall do, in tyme cumyng,
To wyn the glore Euirlestyng.
EXPE[RIENCE].
My Sonne (said he) sett thy intent
To keip the Lordis Commandiment,
And preis the nocht to clym ouer hie
To no warldly Auctoritie.
Quho in the warld doith moste reiose
Ar farrest, aye, frome thare purpose.
Wald thow leue warldlye vaniteis,
And thynk on foure extremeteis
Quhilkis ar to cum, and that schortlye,
Thow wald neuer syn wylfullye.
Prent thir four in thy memorye,
The Deith, the Hell, and heuinnis glorye,
And extreme Iugement Generall,
Quhare thow man rander compt of all,
Thow sall nocht faill to be content
Off quyet lyfe and sobir rent.
Considdryng no man can be sure
In erth one hour for tyll indure,
So all warldly prosperitie
Is myxit with gret miseritie.
To keip the Lordis Commandiment,
And preis the nocht to clym ouer hie
To no warldly Auctoritie.
Quho in the warld doith moste reiose
Ar farrest, aye, frome thare purpose.
Wald thow leue warldlye vaniteis,
And thynk on foure extremeteis
Quhilkis ar to cum, and that schortlye,
Thow wald neuer syn wylfullye.
Prent thir four in thy memorye,
The Deith, the Hell, and heuinnis glorye,
And extreme Iugement Generall,
Quhare thow man rander compt of all,
Thow sall nocht faill to be content
Off quyet lyfe and sobir rent.
Considdryng no man can be sure
In erth one hour for tyll indure,
So all warldly prosperitie
Is myxit with gret miseritie.
Wer thow Empriour of Asia,
Kyng of Europe and Affrica,
Gret Dominator of the sey,
And thocht the Heuinnis did the obey,
All Fyschis sowmyng in the strand,
All Beist and Fowle at thy command,
Concludyng, thow wer kyng of all
Under the heuin Imperiall,
In that moste heych auctoritie
Thow suld fynd leist tranquilitie.
Exempyll of kyng Salamone,
More prosperous lyfe had neuir none.
Sic ryches, with so gret plesoure,
Had neuer kyng nor Emprioure,
With moste profunde Intelligence,
And superexcelland Sapience.
His plesand Habitationis
Precellit all vtheris Nationis;
Gardyngis and Parkis for Hartis and Hyndis,
Stankis with fysche of diuers kyndis,
Moste profunde Maisteris of Musike,
That in the warld wes none thame like.
Sic treasour of Gold and pretious stonis
In erth had neuir no kyng att onis.
He had sewin hundreth lustye Quenis,
And thre hundreth fair Concubenis.
In erth thare wes no thyng plesand
Contrarious tyll his command.
Ȝitt all this gret prosperitie
He thoucht it vaine and vanitie,
And mycht neuir fynd repose compleit,
Without afflixioun of the spreit.
Kyng of Europe and Affrica,
Gret Dominator of the sey,
And thocht the Heuinnis did the obey,
All Fyschis sowmyng in the strand,
All Beist and Fowle at thy command,
Concludyng, thow wer kyng of all
Under the heuin Imperiall,
In that moste heych auctoritie
Thow suld fynd leist tranquilitie.
Exempyll of kyng Salamone,
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Sic ryches, with so gret plesoure,
Had neuer kyng nor Emprioure,
With moste profunde Intelligence,
And superexcelland Sapience.
His plesand Habitationis
Precellit all vtheris Nationis;
Gardyngis and Parkis for Hartis and Hyndis,
Stankis with fysche of diuers kyndis,
Moste profunde Maisteris of Musike,
That in the warld wes none thame like.
Sic treasour of Gold and pretious stonis
In erth had neuir no kyng att onis.
He had sewin hundreth lustye Quenis,
And thre hundreth fair Concubenis.
In erth thare wes no thyng plesand
Contrarious tyll his command.
Ȝitt all this gret prosperitie
He thoucht it vaine and vanitie,
And mycht neuir fynd repose compleit,
Without afflixioun of the spreit.
COUR[TIOUR].
Father (quod I) it maruellis me,
He haueand sic prosperite,
With so gret ryches by mesoure,
Nor he had infynite plesoure.
EXPE[RIENCE].
My Sonne, the suth gyf thow wald knaw,
The veritie I sall the schaw.
Thare is no warldly thyng, at all,
May satysfie ane mannis Saull.
For it is so Insaciabyll,
That Heuin and Erth may nocht be abyll
One Saull allone to mak content,
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Wes neuer none, nor neuer salbe,
Saciate, that sycht tyll that he se.
Quharefor, my Sonne, sett nocht thy cure
In erth, quhare no thyng may be sure,
Except the deith allanerlye,
Quhilk followis man continuallye.
Tharefor, my Sonne, remember the,
Within schorte tyme that thow mon de,
Nocht knawing quhen, quhow, in quhat place,
Bot as plesit the Kyng of Grace.
FINIS.
OFF THE DEITH.
Of Misarie moste Miserable
Is Deith, and most abhominable,
That dreidful Dragone, with his dartis
Aye reddy for to peirs the hartis
Off euerilk Creature on lyue,
Contrar quhose strenth may no man stryue.
Is Deith, and most abhominable,
That dreidful Dragone, with his dartis
Aye reddy for to peirs the hartis
Off euerilk Creature on lyue,
Contrar quhose strenth may no man stryue.
Off dolent Deith this sore sentence
Wes gyffin throw Inobedience
Off our Parentis: allace tharefore,
As I haue done declare affore,
Quhow thay and thare Posteritie
Wer, all, condampnit for to dee.
Quhowbeit the flesche to deith be thrall,
God hes the Saull maid Immortall,
And so, of his benignytie,
Hes myxit his Iustice with mercie.
Tharefor, call to rememb[e]rance
Off this fals warld the variance,
Quhow we, lyke Pylgramis, ewin and morrow,
Ay trauellyng throw this vaill of sorrow,
Sum tyme in vaine prosperitie,
Sum tyme in gret Misaritie,
Sum tyme in blys, sum tyme in baill,
Sum tyme rycht seik, and sum tyme haill,
Sum tyme full ryche, and sum tyme pure.
Quharefor, my Sonne, tak lytill cure
Nother of gret prosperitie
Nor ȝitt, of gret misaritie.
Bot plesand lyfe, and hard myschance,
Ponder thame boith in one ballance.
Considdryng none auctoritie,
Ryches, wysedome, nor dignitie,
Empyre of Realmes, bewtie, nor strenth,
May nocht one day our lyuis lenth.
Sen we ar sure that we moste de,
Fairweill all vaine felyscitie.
Wes gyffin throw Inobedience
Off our Parentis: allace tharefore,
As I haue done declare affore,
Quhow thay and thare Posteritie
Wer, all, condampnit for to dee.
Quhowbeit the flesche to deith be thrall,
God hes the Saull maid Immortall,
And so, of his benignytie,
Hes myxit his Iustice with mercie.
Tharefor, call to rememb[e]rance
Off this fals warld the variance,
Quhow we, lyke Pylgramis, ewin and morrow,
Ay trauellyng throw this vaill of sorrow,
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Sum tyme in gret Misaritie,
Sum tyme in blys, sum tyme in baill,
Sum tyme rycht seik, and sum tyme haill,
Sum tyme full ryche, and sum tyme pure.
Quharefor, my Sonne, tak lytill cure
Nother of gret prosperitie
Nor ȝitt, of gret misaritie.
Bot plesand lyfe, and hard myschance,
Ponder thame boith in one ballance.
Considdryng none auctoritie,
Ryches, wysedome, nor dignitie,
Empyre of Realmes, bewtie, nor strenth,
May nocht one day our lyuis lenth.
Sen we ar sure that we moste de,
Fairweill all vaine felyscitie.
Gretlye it doith perturbe my mynde,
Off dolent Deith the diuers kynd.
Thoucht Deith tyll euery man resortis;
Ȝitt strykith he in syndrie sortis;
Sum, be hait Feueris violence;
Sum, be contagious Pestilence;
Sum, be Iustice executioun
Bene put to deith without Remissioun;
Sum, hangit; sum doith lose thare heidis;
Sum, brynt; sum, soddin in to leiddis;
And sum, for thare vnleifsum actis,
Ar rent and rewin apone the ractis;
Sum ar dissoluit by poysoun;
Sum on the nycht ar murdreist doun;
Sum fallis in to frynasie;
Sum deis in Idropesie,
And vtheris strange Infirmeteis,
Quharein mony ane thousand deis,
Quhilk humane Nature dois abhor,
As in the Gutt, grauell, and gor;
Sum, in the flux, and feuir quartane,
Bot, ay, the houre of deith vncertane.
Sum ar dissoluit suddantlye,
Be Cattarue, or be Poplesye;
Sum doith distroy thame self, also,
As Hanniball and wyse Cato,
Be thounder deith sum doith consume;
As he did the thrid kyng of Rome,
Callit Tullius Hostulius,
As wryttis gret Ualerius;
For he and his houshald attonis
Wer brynt be thounder, flesche, and bonis.
Sum deith be extreme excesse
Off Ioy, as Ualeri doith expresse;
Sum be extreme Malancolye
Wyll de, but vther Maladye.
In Cronicles thow may weill ken,
Quhow mony hundreth thousand men
Ar slane, sen first the warld began,
In battell; and quhow mony one man
Apone the see doith lose thare lyuis,
Quhen schyppis apone roches ryuis.
Thocht sum de Naturally, throuch aige,
Fer mo deis raiffand in one raige.
Happy is he the quhilk hes space
Att his last hour to cry for grace.
Quhowbeit deith be abhominabyll,
I thynk it suld be confortabyll
Tyll all thame of the faithfull nummer,
For thay depart frome cair and cummer,
Frome trubyll, trauell, sturt, and stryfe,
Tyll Ioy and euirlestand lyfe.
Off dolent Deith the diuers kynd.
Thoucht Deith tyll euery man resortis;
Ȝitt strykith he in syndrie sortis;
Sum, be hait Feueris violence;
Sum, be contagious Pestilence;
Sum, be Iustice executioun
Bene put to deith without Remissioun;
Sum, hangit; sum doith lose thare heidis;
Sum, brynt; sum, soddin in to leiddis;
And sum, for thare vnleifsum actis,
Ar rent and rewin apone the ractis;
Sum ar dissoluit by poysoun;
Sum on the nycht ar murdreist doun;
Sum fallis in to frynasie;
Sum deis in Idropesie,
And vtheris strange Infirmeteis,
Quharein mony ane thousand deis,
Quhilk humane Nature dois abhor,
As in the Gutt, grauell, and gor;
Sum, in the flux, and feuir quartane,
Bot, ay, the houre of deith vncertane.
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Be Cattarue, or be Poplesye;
Sum doith distroy thame self, also,
As Hanniball and wyse Cato,
Be thounder deith sum doith consume;
As he did the thrid kyng of Rome,
Callit Tullius Hostulius,
As wryttis gret Ualerius;
For he and his houshald attonis
Wer brynt be thounder, flesche, and bonis.
Sum deith be extreme excesse
Off Ioy, as Ualeri doith expresse;
Sum be extreme Malancolye
Wyll de, but vther Maladye.
In Cronicles thow may weill ken,
Quhow mony hundreth thousand men
Ar slane, sen first the warld began,
In battell; and quhow mony one man
Apone the see doith lose thare lyuis,
Quhen schyppis apone roches ryuis.
Thocht sum de Naturally, throuch aige,
Fer mo deis raiffand in one raige.
Happy is he the quhilk hes space
Att his last hour to cry for grace.
Quhowbeit deith be abhominabyll,
I thynk it suld be confortabyll
Tyll all thame of the faithfull nummer,
For thay depart frome cair and cummer,
Frome trubyll, trauell, sturt, and stryfe,
Tyll Ioy and euirlestand lyfe.
Polidorus Uirgilius
To that effect he wryttis thus:
In Trace, quhen ony chylde be borne,
Thare kyn and freindis cumis thame beforne,
With dolent Lamentatioun,
For the gret trybulatioun,
Calamitye, cummer, and cure,
That thay in erth ar to indure.
Bot, at thare deith and burying,
Thay mak gret Ioy and Bankettyng,
That thay haue past frome misarie
To rest and grett felycitie.
To that effect he wryttis thus:
In Trace, quhen ony chylde be borne,
Thare kyn and freindis cumis thame beforne,
With dolent Lamentatioun,
For the gret trybulatioun,
Calamitye, cummer, and cure,
That thay in erth ar to indure.
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Thay mak gret Ioy and Bankettyng,
That thay haue past frome misarie
To rest and grett felycitie.
Sen deith bene fynall conclusioun,
Quhat valis warldly prouisioun,
Quham wysedome may nocht contramand,
Nor strenth that stoure may nocht ganestand.
Ten thousand Mylȝeone of treasoure
May nocht prolong thy lyfe one houre,
Efter quhose dolent departyng,
Thy spreit sall passe, but tarying,
Straucht way tyll Ioye Inestimabyll,
Or to strang pane Intollerabyll.
Thy vyle corruptit carioun
Sall turne in Putrefactioun,
And so remane, in pulder small,
On to the Iugement Generall.
Quhat valis warldly prouisioun,
Quham wysedome may nocht contramand,
Nor strenth that stoure may nocht ganestand.
Ten thousand Mylȝeone of treasoure
May nocht prolong thy lyfe one houre,
Efter quhose dolent departyng,
Thy spreit sall passe, but tarying,
Straucht way tyll Ioye Inestimabyll,
Or to strang pane Intollerabyll.
Thy vyle corruptit carioun
Sall turne in Putrefactioun,
And so remane, in pulder small,
On to the Iugement Generall.
FINIS.
ANE SCHORT DISCRIPTIOVN OF THE ANTECHRISTE.
COUR[TIOUR].(Qvod I) Father, I heir men say
That thare sall ryse, affore that day
Quhilk ȝe call generall Iugement,
One wyckit man, form sathan sent,
And contrar to the law of Christ,
Callit the creuell Antechrist.
And sum sayis that myscheuous man
Discende sall of the Trybe of Dan,
And suld be borne in Babilone,
The quhilk dissaue sall mony one.
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With that fals Propheit tak one part;
And quhow that Enoch and Elias
Sall preche contrar that fals Messias,
Bot, fynally, his fals Doctryne,
And he, sall be put to rewyne,
Bot nother be the fyre nor swourd,
Bot be the vertew of Christis wourd.
And, gyf this be of veryte,
The suith, I pray ȝow, schaw to me.
EXPE[RIENCE].
My Sonne (said he) as wryttis Iohne,
Thare sall nocht be one man allone,
Hauyng that name in speciall.
Bot Antechristis in generall
Hes bene, and now ar, mony one.
And, rycht so, in the tyme of Iohne
Wer Antechristis, as hym self sayis.
And presentlye, now in thir dayis,
Ar rycht mony, withouttin dout,
Wer thare fals lawis weill soucht out.
Thare sall nocht be one man allone,
Hauyng that name in speciall.
Bot Antechristis in generall
Hes bene, and now ar, mony one.
And, rycht so, in the tyme of Iohne
Wer Antechristis, as hym self sayis.
And presentlye, now in thir dayis,
Ar rycht mony, withouttin dout,
Wer thare fals lawis weill soucht out.
Quha wes one greter Antechrist,
And more contraryous to Christ,
Nor the fals Propheit Machomeit,
Quhilk his curste Lawis maid so sweit?
In Turkye ȝit thay ar obseruit,
Quhare throuch the hell he hes deseruit.
All Turkis, Saraȝenis, and Iowis,
That in the Sonne of God nocht trowis
Ar Antechristis, I the declare,
Because to Christ thay ar contrare.
And more contraryous to Christ,
Nor the fals Propheit Machomeit,
Quhilk his curste Lawis maid so sweit?
In Turkye ȝit thay ar obseruit,
Quhare throuch the hell he hes deseruit.
All Turkis, Saraȝenis, and Iowis,
That in the Sonne of God nocht trowis
Ar Antechristis, I the declare,
Because to Christ thay ar contrare.
Daniell sayis, in his propheseis,
That, efter the gret Monarcheis,
Sall ryse ane maruellous potent Kyng,
Quhilk with ane schameles face sall ryng,
Mychtie and wyse in dirk speikyngis,
And prospir in all plesand thyngis.
Throuch his falsheid and craftynes,
He sall flow in to welthynes.
The Godlye pepyll he sall noye
By creuell deith, and thame distroye.
The kyng of Kyngis he sall ganestand,
Syne be distroyit withouttin hand.
That, efter the gret Monarcheis,
Sall ryse ane maruellous potent Kyng,
Quhilk with ane schameles face sall ryng,
Mychtie and wyse in dirk speikyngis,
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Throuch his falsheid and craftynes,
He sall flow in to welthynes.
The Godlye pepyll he sall noye
By creuell deith, and thame distroye.
The kyng of Kyngis he sall ganestand,
Syne be distroyit withouttin hand.
Paull sayis, affore the Lordis cumyng,
That thare salbe one departyng,
And that man of Iniquitye
Tyll all men he sall opened be,
Quhilk sall sitt in the holy sait,
Contrary God to mak debait.
Bot that Sonne of Perditioun
Salbe put to confusioun
Be power of the haly Spreit,
Quhen he his tyme hes done compleit.
That thare salbe one departyng,
And that man of Iniquitye
Tyll all men he sall opened be,
Quhilk sall sitt in the holy sait,
Contrary God to mak debait.
Bot that Sonne of Perditioun
Salbe put to confusioun
Be power of the haly Spreit,
Quhen he his tyme hes done compleit.
Beleue nocht that, in tyme cumyng,
One gretar Antechriste to ryng
Nor thare hes bene, and presentlye
Ar now, as Clerkis can espye.
Tharefor, my wyll is, that thow knaw,
Quhat euer thay be that makis one law,
Thocht thay be callit Christin men,
By naturall reassoun thow may ken,
Be thay neuer of so gret valour,
Pape, Cardinall, Kyng, or Empriour,
Extolland thare Traditionis
Abufe Christis Institutionis,
Makand Lawis contrar to Christe,
He is ane verray Antechriste.
And quho doith fortifye or defend
Sic Law, I mak it to the kend,
Be it Pape, Empriour, Kyng, or Quene,
Gret sorrow sall be on thame Sene,
Att Christis extreme Iugement,
Without that thay in tyme repent.
One gretar Antechriste to ryng
Nor thare hes bene, and presentlye
Ar now, as Clerkis can espye.
Tharefor, my wyll is, that thow knaw,
Quhat euer thay be that makis one law,
Thocht thay be callit Christin men,
By naturall reassoun thow may ken,
Be thay neuer of so gret valour,
Pape, Cardinall, Kyng, or Empriour,
Extolland thare Traditionis
Abufe Christis Institutionis,
Makand Lawis contrar to Christe,
He is ane verray Antechriste.
And quho doith fortifye or defend
Sic Law, I mak it to the kend,
Be it Pape, Empriour, Kyng, or Quene,
Gret sorrow sall be on thame Sene,
Att Christis extreme Iugement,
Without that thay in tyme repent.
FINIS.
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HEIR FOLLOUIS A SCHORT REMEMBRANCE OF THE MOSTE TERRABYLL DAY OF THE EXTREME IUGEMENT.
COUR[TIOUR].Father (said I) with ȝour Lycence,
Sen ȝe haith sic Experience,
Ȝitt one thyng at ȝow wald I speir.
Quhen sall that dreidfull day appeir
Quhilk ȝe call Iugement Generall?
Quhat thyngis affore that day sall fall?
Quhare sall appeir that Dreidfull Iuge?
Or quhow may Faltouris gett refuge?
EXPE[RIENCE].
(Quod he) as to thy first questioun,
I can mak no solutioun:
Quharefor, perturbe nocht thyne intent
To knaw day, hour, nor moment.
To God allone the day bene knawin,
Quhilk neuer was to none Angell schawin.
Howbeit, be diuers coniectouris,
And principall Expositouris
Off Daniell and his Prophicie,
And be the sentence of Elie,
Quhilkis hes declarit, as thay can,
How lang it is sen the warld began,
And for to schaw hes done thare cure,
How lang thay traist it sall indure,
And, als, how mony ages bene,
As in thare warkis may be sene.
I can mak no solutioun:
Quharefor, perturbe nocht thyne intent
To knaw day, hour, nor moment.
To God allone the day bene knawin,
Quhilk neuer was to none Angell schawin.
Howbeit, be diuers coniectouris,
And principall Expositouris
Off Daniell and his Prophicie,
And be the sentence of Elie,
Quhilkis hes declarit, as thay can,
How lang it is sen the warld began,
And for to schaw hes done thare cure,
How lang thay traist it sall indure,
And, als, how mony ages bene,
As in thare warkis may be sene.
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Bot, tyll declare thir questionis,
Thare bene diuers opinionis.
Sum wryttaris hes the warld deuidit
In sex ageis (as bene desidit
Into Fasciculus Temporum
And Cronica Cronicarum).
Bot, be the sentence of Elie,
The warld deuydit is in thre;
As cunnyng Maister Carioun
Hes maid plane expositioun,
How Elie sayis, withouttin weir,
The warld sall stand sax thousand ȝeir,
Off quhome I follow the sentence,
And lattis the vther Bukis go hence.
Frome the Creatioun of Adam
Two thousand ȝeir tyll Abraham.
Frome Abraham, be this narratioun,
To Christis Incarnatioun,
Rychtso, hes bene two thousand ȝeris.
And, be thir Prophiceis, apperis
Frome Christ, as thay mak tyll ws kend,
Two thousand tyll the warldlis end,
Off quhilkis ar by gone, sickirlye,
Fyue thousand, fyue hundreth, thre, & fyftye.
And so remanis to cum, but weir,
Four hundreth, with sewin and fourtye ȝeir.
And than the Lorde Omnipotent
Suld cum tyll his gret Iugement.
Christ sayis the tyme salbe maid schort;
As Mathew planelye doith report,
That, for the warldlis Iniquite,
The letter tyme sall schortnit be,
For plesour of the chosin nummer,
That thay may passe frome care and cummer.
So, be this compt, it may be kend,
The warld is drawand neir ane end.
For legionis ar cum, but doute,
Off Antechristis, wer thay soucht out.
And mony toknis dois appeir,
As efter, schortlye, thow sall heir;
Quhow that Sanct Iherome doith indyte,
That he hes red, in Hebrew wryte,
Off fyftene signis in speciall,
Affore that Iugement Generall.
Off sum of thame I tak no cure,
Quhilk I fynd nocht in the scripture.
One part of thame thocht I declare,
First wyll I to the Scripture fare.
Thare bene diuers opinionis.
Sum wryttaris hes the warld deuidit
In sex ageis (as bene desidit
Into Fasciculus Temporum
And Cronica Cronicarum).
Bot, be the sentence of Elie,
The warld deuydit is in thre;
As cunnyng Maister Carioun
Hes maid plane expositioun,
How Elie sayis, withouttin weir,
The warld sall stand sax thousand ȝeir,
Off quhome I follow the sentence,
And lattis the vther Bukis go hence.
Frome the Creatioun of Adam
Two thousand ȝeir tyll Abraham.
Frome Abraham, be this narratioun,
To Christis Incarnatioun,
Rychtso, hes bene two thousand ȝeris.
And, be thir Prophiceis, apperis
Frome Christ, as thay mak tyll ws kend,
Two thousand tyll the warldlis end,
Off quhilkis ar by gone, sickirlye,
Fyue thousand, fyue hundreth, thre, & fyftye.
And so remanis to cum, but weir,
Four hundreth, with sewin and fourtye ȝeir.
And than the Lorde Omnipotent
Suld cum tyll his gret Iugement.
Christ sayis the tyme salbe maid schort;
As Mathew planelye doith report,
That, for the warldlis Iniquite,
The letter tyme sall schortnit be,
For plesour of the chosin nummer,
That thay may passe frome care and cummer.
So, be this compt, it may be kend,
The warld is drawand neir ane end.
For legionis ar cum, but doute,
Off Antechristis, wer thay soucht out.
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As efter, schortlye, thow sall heir;
Quhow that Sanct Iherome doith indyte,
That he hes red, in Hebrew wryte,
Off fyftene signis in speciall,
Affore that Iugement Generall.
Off sum of thame I tak no cure,
Quhilk I fynd nocht in the scripture.
One part of thame thocht I declare,
First wyll I to the Scripture fare.
Christe sayis, affore that day be done,
Thare salbe signis in Sonne and Mone.
The Sonne sall hyde his beymes brycht,
So that the Mone sall gyf no lycht.
Sterris, be mennis Iugement,
Sall fall furth of the Firmament.
Thare salbe signis in Sonne and Mone.
The Sonne sall hyde his beymes brycht,
So that the Mone sall gyf no lycht.
Sterris, be mennis Iugement,
Sall fall furth of the Firmament.
Off this signis, or we forther gone,
Sum morall sence we wyll expone,
As cunnyng Clerkis hes declarit,
And hes the Sonne and Mone comparit,
The Sonne, to the stait spirituall,
The Mone, to Princis temporall,
Rychtso, the sterris thay do compare
To the lawd common populare.
The Mone and sterris hes no lycht,
Bot the reflex of Phebus brycht.
So, quhen the Sonne of lycht is dyrk,
The Mone and sterris man be myrk.
Rychtso, quhen Pastouris spirituallis,
Popis, Byschopis, and Cardinallis,
In thare beginnyng schew gret lycht,
The Temporall stait wes rewlit rycht.
Sum morall sence we wyll expone,
As cunnyng Clerkis hes declarit,
And hes the Sonne and Mone comparit,
The Sonne, to the stait spirituall,
The Mone, to Princis temporall,
Rychtso, the sterris thay do compare
To the lawd common populare.
The Mone and sterris hes no lycht,
Bot the reflex of Phebus brycht.
So, quhen the Sonne of lycht is dyrk,
The Mone and sterris man be myrk.
Rychtso, quhen Pastouris spirituallis,
Popis, Byschopis, and Cardinallis,
In thare beginnyng schew gret lycht,
The Temporall stait wes rewlit rycht.
Bot, now, allace, it is nocht so
Those schynand Lampis bene ago,
Thare Radious beymes ar turnit in reik.
For now in erth no thyng thay seik,
Except ryches and Dignitie,
Followyng thare sensualitie.
Mony prelatis ar now ryngand,
The quhilkis no more dois vnderstand
Quhat doith pertene to thare offyce,
Nor thow can kendyll fyre with yce.
Wo to Papis, I say for me,
Quhilk sufferis sic Enormite,
That Ignorant warldly creaturis
Suld in the kirk haif ony curis.
No maruell thocht the peple slyde,
Quhen thay haue blynd men to thare gyde.
For ane Prelat that can nocht preche,
Nor Goddis law to the peple teche,
Esaye comparith hym, in his wark,
Tyll ane dum Dog that can nocht bark.
And Christ hym callis, in his greif,
Moste lyke ane murdrer, or ane theif.
The cunnyng Doctour Augustyne
Wolfis and Deuyllis doith thame defyne.
The Canon Law doith hym defame
That of ane Prelat beris the name,
And wyll nocht preche the Diuyne Lawis,
As the Decreis planelye schawis.
Bot those that hes Auctorite
To prouyde spirituall Dignyte
Mycht, geue thay plesit to tak pane,
Gar thame lycht all thare Lampis agane.
Bot euer, allace, that is nocht done;
So dirknit bene boith Sonne and Mone.
Those schynand Lampis bene ago,
Thare Radious beymes ar turnit in reik.
For now in erth no thyng thay seik,
Except ryches and Dignitie,
Followyng thare sensualitie.
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The quhilkis no more dois vnderstand
Quhat doith pertene to thare offyce,
Nor thow can kendyll fyre with yce.
Wo to Papis, I say for me,
Quhilk sufferis sic Enormite,
That Ignorant warldly creaturis
Suld in the kirk haif ony curis.
No maruell thocht the peple slyde,
Quhen thay haue blynd men to thare gyde.
For ane Prelat that can nocht preche,
Nor Goddis law to the peple teche,
Esaye comparith hym, in his wark,
Tyll ane dum Dog that can nocht bark.
And Christ hym callis, in his greif,
Moste lyke ane murdrer, or ane theif.
The cunnyng Doctour Augustyne
Wolfis and Deuyllis doith thame defyne.
The Canon Law doith hym defame
That of ane Prelat beris the name,
And wyll nocht preche the Diuyne Lawis,
As the Decreis planelye schawis.
Bot those that hes Auctorite
To prouyde spirituall Dignyte
Mycht, geue thay plesit to tak pane,
Gar thame lycht all thare Lampis agane.
Bot euer, allace, that is nocht done;
So dirknit bene boith Sonne and Mone.
War Kyngis lyuis weill declarit,
The quhilkis ar to the Mone comparit,
Men mycht consydder thare estate
Frome Charitie degenerate.
I thynk thay sulde thynk mekle schame
Off Christ for to tak thare Surname,
Syne leif nocht lyke to Christianis,
Bot more lyke Turkis and to Paganis.
Turke contrar Turke makis lytill weir,
Bot Christiane Princis takis no feir,
Quhilkis suld aggre as brother to brother,
Bot now ilk ane dyngis doun ane vther.
I knaw no ressonabyll cause quharefore,
Except Pryde, Couatyce, and vaine glore,
The Empriour mouis his Ordinance
Contrar the potent Kyng of France,
And France, rychtso, with gret regour,
Contrar his freinde the Empriour,
And, rycht swa, France agane Ingland;
Ingland, alsso, aganis Scotland.
And, als, the Scottis, with all thare mycht,
Doith feycht, for tyll defend thare rycht.
Betuix thir Realmes of Albione,
Quhare Battellis hes bene mony one,
Can be maid none Affinitie,
Nor ȝit no Consanguinitie.
Nor, be no waye, thay can consydder
That thay may haue lang Peace to gydder.
I dreid that weir makis none endyng,
Tyll thay be, boith, onder ane kyng.
Thocht Christ, the Souerane kyng of grace,
Left, in his Testment, lufe and peace,
Our Kyngis frome weir wyll nocht refrane,
Tyll thare be mony ane thousand slane,
Gret heirschipis maid be see and land,
As all the warld may vnderstand.
The quhilkis ar to the Mone comparit,
Men mycht consydder thare estate
Frome Charitie degenerate.
I thynk thay sulde thynk mekle schame
Off Christ for to tak thare Surname,
Syne leif nocht lyke to Christianis,
Bot more lyke Turkis and to Paganis.
Turke contrar Turke makis lytill weir,
Bot Christiane Princis takis no feir,
Quhilkis suld aggre as brother to brother,
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I knaw no ressonabyll cause quharefore,
Except Pryde, Couatyce, and vaine glore,
The Empriour mouis his Ordinance
Contrar the potent Kyng of France,
And France, rychtso, with gret regour,
Contrar his freinde the Empriour,
And, rycht swa, France agane Ingland;
Ingland, alsso, aganis Scotland.
And, als, the Scottis, with all thare mycht,
Doith feycht, for tyll defend thare rycht.
Betuix thir Realmes of Albione,
Quhare Battellis hes bene mony one,
Can be maid none Affinitie,
Nor ȝit no Consanguinitie.
Nor, be no waye, thay can consydder
That thay may haue lang Peace to gydder.
I dreid that weir makis none endyng,
Tyll thay be, boith, onder ane kyng.
Thocht Christ, the Souerane kyng of grace,
Left, in his Testment, lufe and peace,
Our Kyngis frome weir wyll nocht refrane,
Tyll thare be mony ane thousand slane,
Gret heirschipis maid be see and land,
As all the warld may vnderstand.
COUR[TIOUR].
Father, I thynk that temporall kyngis
May fecht, for tyll defend thare ryngis.
For I haif sene the spirituall stait
Mak weir, thare rychtis tyll debait.
I saw Pape Iulius manfullye
Passe to the feild tryumphantlye,
With ane rycht aufull ordinance,
Contrar Lues, the kyng of France,
And, for to do hym more dispyte,
He did his Regioun interdyte.
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My Sonne (said he) as I suppose,
That langith weill tyll our purpose.
How Sonne and Mone ar boith, denude
Off lycht, as Clerkis dois conclude,
Comparying thame, as ȝe hard tell,
To Spirituall stait and Temporell,
And commoun peple, half disparit,
Quhilk to the sterris bene comparit.
Lawd peple followis, ay, thare heidis,
And, speciallye, in to thare deidis.
The moste part of Religioun
Bene turnit in abusioun.
Quhat dois auaill religious wedis,
Quhen thay ar contrar in thare dedis?
Quhat holynes is thare within
Ane wolf cled in ane Wodderis skin?
So, be thir toknis, dois appeir,
The day of Iugement drawis neir.
Now latt ws leif this morall sens,
Proceidyng tyll our purpose hens,
And of this mater speik no more,
Begynning quhare we left affore.
That langith weill tyll our purpose.
How Sonne and Mone ar boith, denude
Off lycht, as Clerkis dois conclude,
Comparying thame, as ȝe hard tell,
To Spirituall stait and Temporell,
And commoun peple, half disparit,
Quhilk to the sterris bene comparit.
Lawd peple followis, ay, thare heidis,
And, speciallye, in to thare deidis.
The moste part of Religioun
Bene turnit in abusioun.
Quhat dois auaill religious wedis,
Quhen thay ar contrar in thare dedis?
Quhat holynes is thare within
Ane wolf cled in ane Wodderis skin?
So, be thir toknis, dois appeir,
The day of Iugement drawis neir.
Now latt ws leif this morall sens,
Proceidyng tyll our purpose hens,
And of this mater speik no more,
Begynning quhare we left affore.
The Scripture sayis, efter thir signis
Salbe sene mony maruellous thyngis.
Than sall ryse trybulationis
In erth, and gret mutationis,
Als weill heir vnder as aboue,
Quhen vertewis of the heuin sall moue.
Sic creuell weir salbe, or than,
Wes neuer sene sen the warld began,
The quhilk sall cause gret Indigence,
As darth, hunger, and pestilence.
The horribyll soundis of the sey
The peple sall perturbe and fley.
Ierome sayis, it sall ryse on heycht
Abone montanis, to mennis sycht.
Bot it sall nocht spred ouir the land,
Bot, lyke ane wall, ewin straycht vpstand,
Syne sattell doun agane so law
That no man sall the walter knaw.
Gret Quhalis sall rummeis, rowte, and rair,
Quhose sound redound sall in the air.
All fysche and Monstouris maruellous
Sall cry, with soundis odious,
That men sall wydder on the erd,
And wepyng, wary sall thare weird,
With lowde allace and welaway,
That euer thay baid to se that day,
And, speciallye, those that dwelland be
Apone the costis of the see.
Rycht so, as Sanct Ierome concludis,
Sall be sene ferleis in the fludis.
The sey, with mouyng maruellous,
Sall byrn with flammis furious.
Rychtso sall byrn fontane and flude.
All herb and tre sall sweit lyk blude;
Fowlis sall fall furth of the air;
Wylde beistis to the plane repair,
And, in thare maner, mak gret mone,
Gowland with mony gryslye grone.
The bodeis of dede creaturis
Appeir sall on thare Sepulturis.
Than sall boith men, wemen, and bairnis
Cum crepand furth of howe Cauernis,
Quhare thay, for dreid, wer hyd affore,
With seych, and sob, and hartis sore,
Wandryng about as thay war wode,
Affamysit for falt of fude.
Non may mak vtheris confortyng,
Bot dule for dule, and Lamentyng.
Quhat may thay do bot weip and wounder,
Quhen thay se roches schaik in schounder,
Throw trimlyng of the erth and quakyng?
Off sorrow, than, salbe no slakyng
Quho that bene leuand, in those dayis,
May tell of terrabyll affrayis.
Thare ryches, rentis, nor tressour,
That tyme, sall do thame small plesour.
Bot, quhen sic wonderis dois appeir,
Men may be sure the day drawis neir,
That Iuste men pas sall to the glore,
Iniuste, to pane for euer more.
Salbe sene mony maruellous thyngis.
Than sall ryse trybulationis
In erth, and gret mutationis,
Als weill heir vnder as aboue,
Quhen vertewis of the heuin sall moue.
Sic creuell weir salbe, or than,
Wes neuer sene sen the warld began,
The quhilk sall cause gret Indigence,
As darth, hunger, and pestilence.
The horribyll soundis of the sey
The peple sall perturbe and fley.
Ierome sayis, it sall ryse on heycht
Abone montanis, to mennis sycht.
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Bot, lyke ane wall, ewin straycht vpstand,
Syne sattell doun agane so law
That no man sall the walter knaw.
Gret Quhalis sall rummeis, rowte, and rair,
Quhose sound redound sall in the air.
All fysche and Monstouris maruellous
Sall cry, with soundis odious,
That men sall wydder on the erd,
And wepyng, wary sall thare weird,
With lowde allace and welaway,
That euer thay baid to se that day,
And, speciallye, those that dwelland be
Apone the costis of the see.
Rycht so, as Sanct Ierome concludis,
Sall be sene ferleis in the fludis.
The sey, with mouyng maruellous,
Sall byrn with flammis furious.
Rychtso sall byrn fontane and flude.
All herb and tre sall sweit lyk blude;
Fowlis sall fall furth of the air;
Wylde beistis to the plane repair,
And, in thare maner, mak gret mone,
Gowland with mony gryslye grone.
The bodeis of dede creaturis
Appeir sall on thare Sepulturis.
Than sall boith men, wemen, and bairnis
Cum crepand furth of howe Cauernis,
Quhare thay, for dreid, wer hyd affore,
With seych, and sob, and hartis sore,
Wandryng about as thay war wode,
Affamysit for falt of fude.
Non may mak vtheris confortyng,
Bot dule for dule, and Lamentyng.
Quhat may thay do bot weip and wounder,
Quhen thay se roches schaik in schounder,
Throw trimlyng of the erth and quakyng?
Off sorrow, than, salbe no slakyng
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May tell of terrabyll affrayis.
Thare ryches, rentis, nor tressour,
That tyme, sall do thame small plesour.
Bot, quhen sic wonderis dois appeir,
Men may be sure the day drawis neir,
That Iuste men pas sall to the glore,
Iniuste, to pane for euer more.
COUR[TIOUR].
Father (said I) we daylie reid
One Artekle, in to our creid,
Sayand that Christe Omnipotent,
In to that generall Iugement,
Sall Iuge boith dede and quik also.
Quharefore, declare me, or ȝe go,
Geue thare sall ony man, or wyue,
That day be funding vpon lyue.
EXPE[RIENCE].
(Quod he) as to that questione,
I sall mak, sone, solutione.
The Scripture planelye doith expone,
Quhen all tokynnis bene cum and gone,
Ȝitt mony one hundreth thousand
That samyn day salbe leuand,
Quhowbeit, thare sall no Creature
Nother of day nor hour be sure.
For Christ sall cum so suddantlye,
That no man sall the tyme espye,
As it wes in the tyme of Noye,
Quhen God did all the warld distroye.
Sum on the feild salbe lauborand;
Sum, in the templis Mariand;
Sum, afore Iugis makand pley;
And sum men, saland on the sey.
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Sall nocht returne to thare luging.
Quho bene apone his hous aboue
Sall haif no laser to remoue.
Two salbe in the Myll grindyng,
Quhilkis salbe taking, but warnyng,
The one tyll euerlestyng glore,
The vther loste for euer more.
Two salbe lying in one bed,
The one to plesour salbe led,
The vther salbe left allone,
Gretand with mony gryslie grone.
And so, my Sonne, thow may weill trow,
The warld salbe as it is now,
The peple vsyng thare besynes,
As holy Scripture doith expres.
Sen no man knawis the hour, nor day,
The Scripture biddis ws walk and pray,
And for our Syn be penitent,
As Christ wald cum Incontinent.
FINIS.
THE MANER QUHOW CHRIST SALL CUM TO HIS IUGEMENT.
EXPE[RIENCE].
Qvhen al takinnis bene brocht till end,
Than sall the sone of god discend.
As fyreflaucht haistely glansyng,
Discend sall the most heuinly kyng.
As Phebus in the Orient,
Lychtnis, in haist, the Occident,
So plesandlye he sall appeir
Amang the heuinlye cluddis cleir,
With gret power and Maiestie,
Aboue the cuntrie of Iudee,
As Clerkis doith concludyng, haill,
Direct aboue the lustye vaill
Off Iosaphat and Mont Olyueit.
All Prophesie thare salbe compleit.
The Angellis of the Ordoris Nyne
Inueron sall that throne Diuyne,
With heuinlye consolatioun,
Makand hym Ministratioun.
In his presens thare salbe borne
The signis of Cros, and Croun of thorne,
Pillar, Nalis, Scurgis, and Speir,
With euerilk thyng that did hym deir,
The tyme of his grym Passioun.
And, for our consolatioun,
Appeir sall, in his handis and feit,
And in his syde, the prent compleit
Off his fyue Woundis Precious,
Schynand lyke Rubeis Radious,
Tyll Reprobatt confusioun,
And, for fynall conclusioun,
He Sittand in his Trybunall
With gret power Imperiall.
Thare sall ane Angell blawe a blast
Quhilk sall mak all the warld agast,
With hydous voce, and vehement,
Ryse, dede folk, cum to Iugement.
With that, all Reasonabyll Creature
That euer wes formit be Nature
Sall suddantlye start vp attonis,
Coniunit with Saull, Flesche, Blude, & Bonis.
That terribyll Trumpat, I heir tell,
Beis hard in Heuin, in erth, and hell.
Those that wer drownit in the sey
That boustious blast thay sall obey.
Quhare euer the body buryet wase,
All salbe fundyng in that plase.
Angellis sall passe in the four airtis
Off erth, and bryng thame frome all partis,
And, with one instant diligence,
Present thame to his excellence.
Than sall the sone of god discend.
As fyreflaucht haistely glansyng,
Discend sall the most heuinly kyng.
As Phebus in the Orient,
Lychtnis, in haist, the Occident,
So plesandlye he sall appeir
Amang the heuinlye cluddis cleir,
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Aboue the cuntrie of Iudee,
As Clerkis doith concludyng, haill,
Direct aboue the lustye vaill
Off Iosaphat and Mont Olyueit.
All Prophesie thare salbe compleit.
The Angellis of the Ordoris Nyne
Inueron sall that throne Diuyne,
With heuinlye consolatioun,
Makand hym Ministratioun.
In his presens thare salbe borne
The signis of Cros, and Croun of thorne,
Pillar, Nalis, Scurgis, and Speir,
With euerilk thyng that did hym deir,
The tyme of his grym Passioun.
And, for our consolatioun,
Appeir sall, in his handis and feit,
And in his syde, the prent compleit
Off his fyue Woundis Precious,
Schynand lyke Rubeis Radious,
Tyll Reprobatt confusioun,
And, for fynall conclusioun,
He Sittand in his Trybunall
With gret power Imperiall.
Thare sall ane Angell blawe a blast
Quhilk sall mak all the warld agast,
With hydous voce, and vehement,
Ryse, dede folk, cum to Iugement.
With that, all Reasonabyll Creature
That euer wes formit be Nature
Sall suddantlye start vp attonis,
Coniunit with Saull, Flesche, Blude, & Bonis.
That terribyll Trumpat, I heir tell,
Beis hard in Heuin, in erth, and hell.
Those that wer drownit in the sey
That boustious blast thay sall obey.
Quhare euer the body buryet wase,
All salbe fundyng in that plase.
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Off erth, and bryng thame frome all partis,
And, with one instant diligence,
Present thame to his excellence.
Sanct Ierome thoucht continuallye
On this Iugement, so ardentlye,
He said: quhidder I eit, or drynk,
Or walk, or sleip, forsuth me thynk
That terrabyll Trumpat, lyke ane bell,
So quiklye in my eir doith knell,
As Instantlye it wer present,
Ryse, dede folk, cum to Iugement.
Geue Sanct Ierome tuke sic ane fray,
Allace, quhat sall we Synnaris say?
On this Iugement, so ardentlye,
He said: quhidder I eit, or drynk,
Or walk, or sleip, forsuth me thynk
That terrabyll Trumpat, lyke ane bell,
So quiklye in my eir doith knell,
As Instantlye it wer present,
Ryse, dede folk, cum to Iugement.
Geue Sanct Ierome tuke sic ane fray,
Allace, quhat sall we Synnaris say?
All those quhilk funding bene on lyue
Salbe Immortall maid belyue.
And, in the twynkling of one Ee,
With fyre thay sall translatit be,
And neuer for to dee agane,
As Diuine scripture schawis plane,
Als reddy, boith for pane and glore,
As thay quhilk deit lang tyme affore,
Salbe Immortall maid belyue.
And, in the twynkling of one Ee,
With fyre thay sall translatit be,
And neuer for to dee agane,
As Diuine scripture schawis plane,
Als reddy, boith for pane and glore,
As thay quhilk deit lang tyme affore,
The scripture sayis thay sall appeir
In aige of thre and thretty ȝeir,
Quhidder thay deit ȝoung or auld,
Quhose gret nummer may nocht be tauld.
That day sall nocht be myst one man
Quhilk borne wes sen the warld began.
The Angellis sall thame separate,
As Hird the Scheip doith frome the Gate.
And those quhilk bene of Baliallis band
Trymling apone the erth sall stand,
On the left hand of that gret Iuge,
But espirance to gett refuge.
In aige of thre and thretty ȝeir,
Quhidder thay deit ȝoung or auld,
Quhose gret nummer may nocht be tauld.
That day sall nocht be myst one man
Quhilk borne wes sen the warld began.
The Angellis sall thame separate,
As Hird the Scheip doith frome the Gate.
And those quhilk bene of Baliallis band
Trymling apone the erth sall stand,
On the left hand of that gret Iuge,
But espirance to gett refuge.
Bot those quhilk bene Predestinate
Sall frome the erth be Eleuate.
And that moste happy cumpanye
Sall ordourit be tryumphantlye,
Att the rycht hand of Christe, our kyng,
Heych in the air, with loude louyng.
Sall frome the erth be Eleuate.
And that moste happy cumpanye
Sall ordourit be tryumphantlye,
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Heych in the air, with loude louyng.
Full Gloriouslye thare sall compeir,
More brycht than Phebus in his speir;
The Uirgene Marie, Quene of Quenis,
With mony ane thousand brycht Uirgenis.
The Fatheris of the auld Testament,
Quhilk wer to God obedient,
Father Adam sall thame conuoye,
With Abell, Seith, Enoch, and Noye,
Abraham, with his faithfull warkis,
With all the prudent Patriarkis.
Iohne the Baptiste thare sall compeir,
The Principall and last Messyngeir,
Quhilk come bot half ane ȝeir affore
The cumyng of that kyng of glore.
Moyses, Esayas honorabyll,
With all trew Prophetis Uenerabyll;
Dauid, with all the faithfull kyngis
Quhilk verteouslye did rewle thare ryngis;
The nobyll Cheiftane Iosue,
With gentyll Iudas Machabe,
With mony one nobyll Campioun,
Quhilk, in thare tyme, with gret renoun,
Manfullye, tyll thare lyuis ende,
The Law of God thay did defende.
More brycht than Phebus in his speir;
The Uirgene Marie, Quene of Quenis,
With mony ane thousand brycht Uirgenis.
The Fatheris of the auld Testament,
Quhilk wer to God obedient,
Father Adam sall thame conuoye,
With Abell, Seith, Enoch, and Noye,
Abraham, with his faithfull warkis,
With all the prudent Patriarkis.
Iohne the Baptiste thare sall compeir,
The Principall and last Messyngeir,
Quhilk come bot half ane ȝeir affore
The cumyng of that kyng of glore.
Moyses, Esayas honorabyll,
With all trew Prophetis Uenerabyll;
Dauid, with all the faithfull kyngis
Quhilk verteouslye did rewle thare ryngis;
The nobyll Cheiftane Iosue,
With gentyll Iudas Machabe,
With mony one nobyll Campioun,
Quhilk, in thare tyme, with gret renoun,
Manfullye, tyll thare lyuis ende,
The Law of God thay did defende.
With Eue that day salbe present
The Ladyis of the Auld Testament:
Delbora, Adamis Douchter deir,
With the four lusty Ladyis cleir
Quhilk kepit wer in the Ark with Noye;
Sara, and Cithara, with Ioye,
The quhilkis to Abraham wyffis bene,
With gude Rebecka thare salbe sene;
The prudent wyffis of Israell,
Gude Lya, and the fair Rachell,
With Iudeth, Hestar, and Susanna,
And the rycht sapient Quene Saba.
The Ladyis of the Auld Testament:
Delbora, Adamis Douchter deir,
With the four lusty Ladyis cleir
Quhilk kepit wer in the Ark with Noye;
Sara, and Cithara, with Ioye,
The quhilkis to Abraham wyffis bene,
With gude Rebecka thare salbe sene;
The prudent wyffis of Israell,
Gude Lya, and the fair Rachell,
With Iudeth, Hestar, and Susanna,
And the rycht sapient Quene Saba.
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Thare sall compeir Peter and Paull,
With Christis trew Disciplis, all;
Lawrence and Stewin, with thare blyst band
Off Martyris, mo than ten thousand;
Gregor, Ambrose, and Augustyne,
With Confessoris, ane tryumphand tryne;
With sanct Francois, and Dominic,
Sanct Bernard, and sanct Benedic,
With small nummer of Monkis, and Freris,
Off Carmeletis, and Cordeleris,
That for the lufe of Christ onlye,
Renuncit the warld vnfenatlye.
With Christis trew Disciplis, all;
Lawrence and Stewin, with thare blyst band
Off Martyris, mo than ten thousand;
Gregor, Ambrose, and Augustyne,
With Confessoris, ane tryumphand tryne;
With sanct Francois, and Dominic,
Sanct Bernard, and sanct Benedic,
With small nummer of Monkis, and Freris,
Off Carmeletis, and Cordeleris,
That for the lufe of Christ onlye,
Renuncit the warld vnfenatlye.
With Elezabeth and Anna
All gude wyffis sall compeir that da;
The blyst and holy Magdelane,
That day, affore hir Souerane,
Rycht plesandlye scho sall present
All Synnaris that wer penitent,
Quhilk of thare gylt heir askit grace:
In Heuin with hir sall haue ane place.
All gude wyffis sall compeir that da;
The blyst and holy Magdelane,
That day, affore hir Souerane,
Rycht plesandlye scho sall present
All Synnaris that wer penitent,
Quhilk of thare gylt heir askit grace:
In Heuin with hir sall haue ane place.
Bot wo beis to that bailfull band
Quhilk sall stand Lawe at his left hand.
Woo, than, to Kyngis and Empriouris
Quhilkis wer vnrychteus Conquerouris,
For thare glore and perticular gude,
Gart sched so mekle saikles blude.
But Ceptour, Crown, and Robe Royall,
That day thay sall mak compt of all,
And, for thare creuell tyrrannye,
Sall punyste be perpetuallye.
Quhilk sall stand Lawe at his left hand.
Woo, than, to Kyngis and Empriouris
Quhilkis wer vnrychteus Conquerouris,
For thare glore and perticular gude,
Gart sched so mekle saikles blude.
But Ceptour, Crown, and Robe Royall,
That day thay sall mak compt of all,
And, for thare creuell tyrrannye,
Sall punyste be perpetuallye.
Ȝe Lordis and Barronis, more and les,
That ȝour pure Tennantis dois oppres,
Be gret Gyrsome and dowbyll maill,
More than ȝour landis bene auaill,
With sore exhorbitant cariage,
With merchetis of thare mariage,
Tormentit boith in peace and weir,
With birdyngis more than thay may beir.
Be thay haif payit to ȝow thare maill,
And to the Preist thare teindis haill,
And quhen the land agane is sawin,
Quhat restis behynd I wald wer knawin.
I traist thay and thare pure houshauld
May tell of hunger and of cauld.
Without ȝe haif of thame piete,
I dreid ȝe sall gett no Mercie,
That day quhen Christ Omnipotent
Cumis tyll his generall Iugement.
That ȝour pure Tennantis dois oppres,
Be gret Gyrsome and dowbyll maill,
More than ȝour landis bene auaill,
With sore exhorbitant cariage,
With merchetis of thare mariage,
Tormentit boith in peace and weir,
With birdyngis more than thay may beir.
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And to the Preist thare teindis haill,
And quhen the land agane is sawin,
Quhat restis behynd I wald wer knawin.
I traist thay and thare pure houshauld
May tell of hunger and of cauld.
Without ȝe haif of thame piete,
I dreid ȝe sall gett no Mercie,
That day quhen Christ Omnipotent
Cumis tyll his generall Iugement.
Wo beis to publict Oppressouris,
To tyrrannis, and to transgressouris,
To Murdararis, and commoun theifis,
Quhilk neuer did mend thare gret mischeifis.
Fornicatoris, and Ockararis,
Commoun publict Adulteraris,
All pertinat wylfull Arratykis,
All fals dissaitfull Sysmatykis,
All salbe present in that place,
With mony Lamentabyll allace.
To tyrrannis, and to transgressouris,
To Murdararis, and commoun theifis,
Quhilk neuer did mend thare gret mischeifis.
Fornicatoris, and Ockararis,
Commoun publict Adulteraris,
All pertinat wylfull Arratykis,
All fals dissaitfull Sysmatykis,
All salbe present in that place,
With mony Lamentabyll allace.
The cursit Cayn, that neuer wes gude,
With all scheddaris of saikles blude;
Nemrod, fundar of Babilone,
With fals Ydolatris mony one;
Nynus, the kyng of Asseriay,
With gret dule sall compeir that day,
Quhilk first Inuentit Ymagery,
Quharethrouch come gret Ydolatry.
For makyng of the Image Bell,
That day his hyir salbe in hell.
With all scheddaris of saikles blude;
Nemrod, fundar of Babilone,
With fals Ydolatris mony one;
Nynus, the kyng of Asseriay,
With gret dule sall compeir that day,
Quhilk first Inuentit Ymagery,
Quharethrouch come gret Ydolatry.
For makyng of the Image Bell,
That day his hyir salbe in hell.
The gret Oppressour, kyng Pharo,
The tyranne Empriour Nero,
Sall with thame cursit kyng Herode bryng,
With mony vther cairfull Kyng.
The creuell kyng Antiochus,
With the moste furious Olofernus,
Gret Oppressour of Israell,
That day thare hyre salbe in hell.
The tyranne Empriour Nero,
Sall with thame cursit kyng Herode bryng,
With mony vther cairfull Kyng.
The creuell kyng Antiochus,
With the moste furious Olofernus,
Gret Oppressour of Israell,
That day thare hyre salbe in hell.
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With Iudas sall compeir one clan
Off fals Tratouris to God and man.
Thare sall compeir, of euerilk land,
With Ponce Pylat, one bailfull band
Off temporall and of spirituall statis,
Fals Iugis, with thare Aduocatis.
Thare sall our Senȝeouris of the cessioun
Off all thare faltis mak cleir confessioun.
Thare salbe sene the fraudfull failȝeis
Off Schireffis, Prouestis, and of Bailȝeis.
Officiallis, with thare Constry Clerkis,
Sall mak compt of thare wrangus werkis,
Thay, and thare peruerst Procuratouris,
Oppressouris boith of ryche and puris,
Throw Delaturis full of dissait,
Quhilk mony one gart beg thare mait
Gret dule, that day, to Iugis bene,
That cumis nocht with thare conscience clene.
That day sall pas be Peremptoris,
Without cawteill or Dilatoris;
No Duplycandum, nor Tryplicandum,
Bot schortlye pas to Sentenciandum,
Without Contineuationis,
Or ony Appellationis.
That sentence sall nocht be retratit,
Nor with no man of Law debatit.
Off fals Tratouris to God and man.
Thare sall compeir, of euerilk land,
With Ponce Pylat, one bailfull band
Off temporall and of spirituall statis,
Fals Iugis, with thare Aduocatis.
Thare sall our Senȝeouris of the cessioun
Off all thare faltis mak cleir confessioun.
Thare salbe sene the fraudfull failȝeis
Off Schireffis, Prouestis, and of Bailȝeis.
Officiallis, with thare Constry Clerkis,
Sall mak compt of thare wrangus werkis,
Thay, and thare peruerst Procuratouris,
Oppressouris boith of ryche and puris,
Throw Delaturis full of dissait,
Quhilk mony one gart beg thare mait
Gret dule, that day, to Iugis bene,
That cumis nocht with thare conscience clene.
That day sall pas be Peremptoris,
Without cawteill or Dilatoris;
No Duplycandum, nor Tryplicandum,
Bot schortlye pas to Sentenciandum,
Without Contineuationis,
Or ony Appellationis.
That sentence sall nocht be retratit,
Nor with no man of Law debatit.
Ȝe Lauboraris be sey and landis,
Perfyte Craftismen, and ryche Merchandis,
Leif ȝour dissait and crafty wylis,
Quhilk syllie simpyll folk begylis.
Mak recompence heir, as ȝe may,
Remembryng on this dreidfull day.
Perfyte Craftismen, and ryche Merchandis,
Leif ȝour dissait and crafty wylis,
Quhilk syllie simpyll folk begylis.
Mak recompence heir, as ȝe may,
Remembryng on this dreidfull day.
With Machomeit sall compeir, but doute,
Off Antechristis one hydduous route.
Byschope Annas, and Cayphas,
With hym in cumpany sall pas,
With Scrybis and fals Pharisianis,
Quhilk wrocht on Christ gret violensis.
With mony one Turk and Sariscene
With gret sorrow thare salbe sene
Papis, for thare traditionis
Contrar Christis Institutionis,
With mony one cowle and clyppit crown,
Quhilk Christis Lawis strampit down,
And wald nocht suffer for to preche
The veritie, nor the peple teche,
Bot Lawit men pat to gret torment,
Quhilk vsit Christis Testament.
All Kyngis and Quenis thare salbe kend,
The quhilk sic Lawis did defend.
In that court sall cum mony one
Off the blak byik of Babilone.
The Innocent blude, that day, sall crye
One loude vengeance, full petuouslye,
On those creuell bludy bowchouris,
Martyreris of Prophetis and Prechouris,
Sum with the fyre, sum with the sworde,
Quhilk planely precheit Goddis worde.
That day thay sall rewardit be,
Conforme to thare Iniquitie.
Off Antechristis one hydduous route.
Byschope Annas, and Cayphas,
With hym in cumpany sall pas,
With Scrybis and fals Pharisianis,
Quhilk wrocht on Christ gret violensis.
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With gret sorrow thare salbe sene
Papis, for thare traditionis
Contrar Christis Institutionis,
With mony one cowle and clyppit crown,
Quhilk Christis Lawis strampit down,
And wald nocht suffer for to preche
The veritie, nor the peple teche,
Bot Lawit men pat to gret torment,
Quhilk vsit Christis Testament.
All Kyngis and Quenis thare salbe kend,
The quhilk sic Lawis did defend.
In that court sall cum mony one
Off the blak byik of Babilone.
The Innocent blude, that day, sall crye
One loude vengeance, full petuouslye,
On those creuell bludy bowchouris,
Martyreris of Prophetis and Prechouris,
Sum with the fyre, sum with the sworde,
Quhilk planely precheit Goddis worde.
That day thay sall rewardit be,
Conforme to thare Iniquitie.
The Sodometis and Gomoriance
On quhome God wrocht so gret vengeance,
With Choro, Dathan, and Abyrone,
With thare assistance, mony one,
The holy Scripture wyll the tell,
Quhow thay sank all doun to the hell.
With Symon Magus sall resort
Off proude Preistis ane schamefull sort.
On quhome God wrocht so gret vengeance,
With Choro, Dathan, and Abyrone,
With thare assistance, mony one,
The holy Scripture wyll the tell,
Quhow thay sank all doun to the hell.
With Symon Magus sall resort
Off proude Preistis ane schamefull sort.
That samyn day thare salbe sene
Mony one creuell cairfull Quene:
Quene Semeram, kyng Nynus wyfe,
Ane Tygir full of sturt and stryfe,
To gydder with Quene Ieȝabell,
Quhilk wes boith couetous and creuell;
The fals desaitfull Dalyda;
The creuell Quene Clitamistra,
The quhilk did murdres, on the nycht,
Agamenon, boith wyse and wycht,
The quhilk wes hir awin souerane Lorde,
As Grekis storyis dois recorde;
With creuell Quenis mony one,
Quhilk langsum wer for tyll expone.
Mony one creuell cairfull Quene:
Quene Semeram, kyng Nynus wyfe,
Ane Tygir full of sturt and stryfe,
To gydder with Quene Ieȝabell,
Quhilk wes boith couetous and creuell;
The fals desaitfull Dalyda;
The creuell Quene Clitamistra,
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Agamenon, boith wyse and wycht,
The quhilk wes hir awin souerane Lorde,
As Grekis storyis dois recorde;
With creuell Quenis mony one,
Quhilk langsum wer for tyll expone.
Ȝe wantoun Ladyis, and burgis wyuis,
That now for sydest talis stryuis,
Flappand the fylth amang ȝour feit,
Rasyng the duste in to the streit,
That day, for all ȝour pomp and pryde,
Ȝour talis sall nocht ȝour hyppis hyde.
Thir vaniteis ȝe sall repent,
Without that ȝe be penitent.
That now for sydest talis stryuis,
Flappand the fylth amang ȝour feit,
Rasyng the duste in to the streit,
That day, for all ȝour pomp and pryde,
Ȝour talis sall nocht ȝour hyppis hyde.
Thir vaniteis ȝe sall repent,
Without that ȝe be penitent.
With Phitonissa, I heir tell,
Quhilk rasit the Spreit of Samuell,
That day, with hir, thare sall resorte
Off rank Wycheis one sorrowfull sorte,
Brocht frome all partis, mony one myle,
Frome Sauoy, Athell, and Argyle,
And frome the ryndes of Galloway,
With mony wofull Wallaway.
Quhilk rasit the Spreit of Samuell,
That day, with hir, thare sall resorte
Off rank Wycheis one sorrowfull sorte,
Brocht frome all partis, mony one myle,
Frome Sauoy, Athell, and Argyle,
And frome the ryndes of Galloway,
With mony wofull Wallaway.
Ȝe Brether of Religioun,
In tyme leif ȝour abusioun,
With quhilk ȝe haif the warld abusit,
Or ȝe, that day, salbe refusit.
I speik to ȝow all, generallye,
Nocht tyll one Ordoure speciallye.
That day all Creature sall ken
Geue ȝe war Sanctis, or warldly men,
Or gyf ȝe tuk the Skapellarye
That ȝe mycht leif more plesandlye,
And gett ane gude grosse Portioun,
Or for Godlye Deuotioun.
That day, ȝour faynit Sanctytudis
Sall nocht be knawin be ȝour Hudis.
Ȝour Superstitious Ceremoneis,
Participand tyll Ydolatreis,
Corde, cuttit schone, nor clippit hede,
That daye sall stande ȝow in no stede.
For cowlis blak, gray, nor begaird,
Ȝe sall that day get no rewaird.
Ȝour polit payntit flatterye,
Ȝour dissimulat Ypocrasye,
That day thay sall be cleirlye knawin,
Quhen ȝe sall scheir as ȝe haue sawin.
Tharefore, in tyme be penitent,
Or ellis that day ȝe wylbe schent.
In tyme leif ȝour abusioun,
With quhilk ȝe haif the warld abusit,
Or ȝe, that day, salbe refusit.
I speik to ȝow all, generallye,
Nocht tyll one Ordoure speciallye.
That day all Creature sall ken
Geue ȝe war Sanctis, or warldly men,
Or gyf ȝe tuk the Skapellarye
That ȝe mycht leif more plesandlye,
And gett ane gude grosse Portioun,
Or for Godlye Deuotioun.
That day, ȝour faynit Sanctytudis
Sall nocht be knawin be ȝour Hudis.
Ȝour Superstitious Ceremoneis,
Participand tyll Ydolatreis,
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That daye sall stande ȝow in no stede.
For cowlis blak, gray, nor begaird,
Ȝe sall that day get no rewaird.
Ȝour polit payntit flatterye,
Ȝour dissimulat Ypocrasye,
That day thay sall be cleirlye knawin,
Quhen ȝe sall scheir as ȝe haue sawin.
Tharefore, in tyme be penitent,
Or ellis that day ȝe wylbe schent.
I pray ȝow hartlie, as I may,
Remember on that dreidfull day.
Ȝe Abbot, Pryor, and Pryores,
Consydder quhat ȝe did profes,
And quhow that ȝour promotioun
Wes no thyng for deuotioun.
Bot tyll obtene the Abbasye,
Ȝe maid ȝour wow of Chaistitye,
Off powertie, and obedience.
Tharefor, remord ȝour conscience,
Quhow thir thre wowis bene obseruit,
And quhat rewarde ȝe haue deseruit.
Quharefore repent, quhill ȝe haue space,
Sen God is lyberall of his grace.
Remember on that dreidfull day.
Ȝe Abbot, Pryor, and Pryores,
Consydder quhat ȝe did profes,
And quhow that ȝour promotioun
Wes no thyng for deuotioun.
Bot tyll obtene the Abbasye,
Ȝe maid ȝour wow of Chaistitye,
Off powertie, and obedience.
Tharefor, remord ȝour conscience,
Quhow thir thre wowis bene obseruit,
And quhat rewarde ȝe haue deseruit.
Quharefore repent, quhill ȝe haue space,
Sen God is lyberall of his grace.
COUR[TIOUR].
Father (quod I) declare to me
Quhare sall our Prelatis ordorit be,
Quhilk now bene in the warld leuand.
With quhome sall cum that Spirituall band?
EXPE[RIENCE].
(Quod he) as sanct Barnard discryuis,
Without that thay amend thare lyuis,
And leif thare wantoun vitious warkis,
Nocht with Prophetis nor Patriarkis,
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The quhilkis to Christ wer trew prechouris.
Thare Predecessouris, Peter and Paull,
That day wyll thame mysken at all.
So sall thay nocht, I say for me,
With the Apostlis ordourit be.
I traist thay sall dwell on the bordour
Off Hell, quhare thare salbe non ordour,
Endlang the Flude of Flagitone,
Or on the brais of Acherone,
Cryand on Caron, I conclude,
To ferre thame ouer that furious flude,
Tyll eternall confusioun,
Without thay leif thare abusioun.
I traist those Prelatis, more and les,
Sall mak cleir compt of thare ryches,
That dreidfull day, with hartis sore,
And quhat seruice thay did tharefore.
The Princely pomp nor apparell
Off Pope, Byschope, nor Cardinall,
Thare Royall Rentis, nor Dignite,
That day sall nocht regardit be.
Thare sall no talis, as I heir say,
Off Byschoppis be borne vp, that day.
Cum thay nocht with thare conscience clene,
On thame gret sorrow salbe sene,
Without that thay thare lyfe amend
In tyme. And so I mak ane end.
FINIS.
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HEIR FOLLOWIS THE MANER QUHOV CHRIST SALL GEUE HIS SENTENCE.
EXPE[RIENCE].
Qvhen all thir Congregationis
Beis brocht furth frome al nationis,
Quhilk wilbe without lang proces,
Thocht I haif maid sum lang degres,
For in the twinkling of one E,
All mankynd sall presentit be
Affore that Kyngis Excellence,
Than schortlye sall he geue sentence,
First sayand to that blysfull band
Quhilk beis ordourit at his rycht hand,
Cum, with my Fatheris Bennysoun,
And ressaue ȝour possessioun,
Quhilk bene for ȝow preordinat,
Affore the warld wes first creat.
Quhen I wes hungry, ȝe me fed;
Quhen I wes naikit, ȝe me cled;
Oftymes ȝe gaue me Herberye,
And gaif me drynk quhen I wes Drye,
And vesyit me with myndis meik,
Quhen I wes presonar and seik.
In all sic trybulatioun,
Ȝe gaif me consolatioun.
Beis brocht furth frome al nationis,
Quhilk wilbe without lang proces,
Thocht I haif maid sum lang degres,
For in the twinkling of one E,
All mankynd sall presentit be
Affore that Kyngis Excellence,
Than schortlye sall he geue sentence,
First sayand to that blysfull band
Quhilk beis ordourit at his rycht hand,
Cum, with my Fatheris Bennysoun,
And ressaue ȝour possessioun,
Quhilk bene for ȝow preordinat,
Affore the warld wes first creat.
Quhen I wes hungry, ȝe me fed;
Quhen I wes naikit, ȝe me cled;
Oftymes ȝe gaue me Herberye,
And gaif me drynk quhen I wes Drye,
And vesyit me with myndis meik,
Quhen I wes presonar and seik.
In all sic trybulatioun,
Ȝe gaif me consolatioun.
Than sall thay say, O Potent Kyng,
Quhen saw we the desyre sic thyng?
We neuer saw thyne excellence
Subdewit to sic Indigence.
Ȝit (sall he say) I ȝow assure,
Quhen euer ȝe did ressaue the pure,
And for my saik maid thame supple,
That gyft, but doute, ȝe gaif to me.
Tharefor sall now begyn ȝour glore,
Quhilk sall indure for euer more.
Quhen saw we the desyre sic thyng?
We neuer saw thyne excellence
Subdewit to sic Indigence.
Ȝit (sall he say) I ȝow assure,
Quhen euer ȝe did ressaue the pure,
And for my saik maid thame supple,
That gyft, but doute, ȝe gaif to me.
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Quhilk sall indure for euer more.
Than sall he luke on his left hand,
And say onto that bailfull band,
Pas, with my Maledictioun,
Tyll Eternall Afflixtioun,
In cumpany with feindis fell,
In euerlestyng fyre of Hell.
Quhen I stude, naikit, att ȝour ȝett,
Houngry, thristy, cauld, and wett,
Rycht febyll, seik, and lyke to de,
I neuer gat of ȝow supple.
And, quhen I lay in presoun strang,
For ȝow I mycht haif lying full lang,
Without ȝour co[n]solatioun,
Or ony supportatioun.
And say onto that bailfull band,
Pas, with my Maledictioun,
Tyll Eternall Afflixtioun,
In cumpany with feindis fell,
In euerlestyng fyre of Hell.
Quhen I stude, naikit, att ȝour ȝett,
Houngry, thristy, cauld, and wett,
Rycht febyll, seik, and lyke to de,
I neuer gat of ȝow supple.
And, quhen I lay in presoun strang,
For ȝow I mycht haif lying full lang,
Without ȝour co[n]solatioun,
Or ony supportatioun.
Trymling for dreid, than sall thay say,
With mony hydous harmesay,
Allace, gude Lorde, quhen saw we the
Subiect to sic necessitie?
Quhen saw we the cum to our dure,
Houngry, thristy, naikit, pure?
Quhen saw we the in presoun ly,
Or the refusit herbery?
With mony hydous harmesay,
Allace, gude Lorde, quhen saw we the
Subiect to sic necessitie?
Quhen saw we the cum to our dure,
Houngry, thristy, naikit, pure?
Quhen saw we the in presoun ly,
Or the refusit herbery?
Than sall that most precelland Kyng
Tyll those wrachis mak answeryng,
That tyme quhen ȝe refusit the puris
Quhilkis neidfull cryit at ȝour duris,
And of ȝour superfluitie
For my saik maid thame no supplie.
Refusand thame, ȝe me refusit,
With wrecheitnes so ȝe wer abusit.
Tharefor ȝe sall haue, to ȝour hyre,
The euerlestyng byrning fyre,
But grace, but peace, or confortyng.
Than sall thay cry, full sore weipyng,
That we wer maid; allace, gude Lorde,
Allace, is thare non Misericorde?
Bot thus, withouttin hope of grace,
Tyne presens of thy plesand face?
Allace for ws; it had bene gude,
We had bene smorit in our cude.
Tyll those wrachis mak answeryng,
That tyme quhen ȝe refusit the puris
Quhilkis neidfull cryit at ȝour duris,
And of ȝour superfluitie
For my saik maid thame no supplie.
Refusand thame, ȝe me refusit,
With wrecheitnes so ȝe wer abusit.
Tharefor ȝe sall haue, to ȝour hyre,
The euerlestyng byrning fyre,
But grace, but peace, or confortyng.
Than sall thay cry, full sore weipyng,
That we wer maid; allace, gude Lorde,
Allace, is thare non Misericorde?
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Tyne presens of thy plesand face?
Allace for ws; it had bene gude,
We had bene smorit in our cude.
Than, with one rair, the erth sall ryue,
And swolly thame, boith man and wyue.
Than sall those Creaturis forlorne
Warie the hour that thay wer borne,
With mony ȝamer, ȝewt, and ȝell,
Frome tyme thay feill the flammis fell
Apone thare tender bodeis byte,
Quhose torment salbe Infinyte.
The erth sall close, and frome thare sycht
Sall taking be all kynde of lycht.
Thare salbe gowlyng and gretyng,
But hope of ony confortyng.
In that Inestimabyll pane
Eternallye thay sall remane,
Byrnand in furious flammys rede,
Euer deand, bot neuir be dede,
That the small Minuth of one hour
To thame salbe so gret dolour,
Thay sall thynk thay haif done remane,
Ane thousand ȝeir in to that pane.
Allace, I trimyll tyll heir tell
The terribyll Turmentyng of hell.
That panefull pytt quho can deplore,
Quhilk mon indure for euer more?
And swolly thame, boith man and wyue.
Than sall those Creaturis forlorne
Warie the hour that thay wer borne,
With mony ȝamer, ȝewt, and ȝell,
Frome tyme thay feill the flammis fell
Apone thare tender bodeis byte,
Quhose torment salbe Infinyte.
The erth sall close, and frome thare sycht
Sall taking be all kynde of lycht.
Thare salbe gowlyng and gretyng,
But hope of ony confortyng.
In that Inestimabyll pane
Eternallye thay sall remane,
Byrnand in furious flammys rede,
Euer deand, bot neuir be dede,
That the small Minuth of one hour
To thame salbe so gret dolour,
Thay sall thynk thay haif done remane,
Ane thousand ȝeir in to that pane.
Allace, I trimyll tyll heir tell
The terribyll Turmentyng of hell.
That panefull pytt quho can deplore,
Quhilk mon indure for euer more?
Than sall those glorifyit Creaturis,
With myrth and infinyte plesouris,
Conuoyit with Ioy Angelicall,
Passe to the Heuin Imperiall,
With Christ Iesu, our Souerane Kyng,
In glore Eternallye to ryng,
Off man quhilk passis the Ingyne
The thousand part for tyll defyne,
Allanerlie, of the leist plesoure
Preordinat for one Creature.
With myrth and infinyte plesouris,
Conuoyit with Ioy Angelicall,
Passe to the Heuin Imperiall,
With Christ Iesu, our Souerane Kyng,
In glore Eternallye to ryng,
Off man quhilk passis the Ingyne
The thousand part for tyll defyne,
Allanerlie, of the leist plesoure
Preordinat for one Creature.
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Than sall one Fyre, as Clerkis sane,
Mak all the hyllis and valais plane.
Frome erth, vp to the Heuin Impyre,
All beis renewit by that fyre,
Purgeyng all thyng materiall
Under the heuin Imperiall.
Boith erth and walter, fyre and air,
Salbe more perfyte maid, and fair,
The quhilkis affore had myxit bene,
Sall than, be purifyit, and maid clene.
The erth lyke Christall salbe cleir,
And euerilk Planeit in his speir
Sall rest, withouttin more moueyng.
Boith sterny heuin and Christellyng,
The first and hiest heuin mouabyll,
Sall stand, but turnyng, firme and stabyll.
The Sonne in to the Orient
Sall stand, and in the Occident
Rest sall the Mone, and be more cleir
Nor now bene Phebus in his speir.
And als that Lantern of the Heuin
Sall gyf more lycht, be greis sewin,
Nor it gaue sen the warld began.
The Heuin renewit salbe than.
Rychtso, the erth, with sic deuyse,
Compair tyll heuinlye Paradyse.
Mak all the hyllis and valais plane.
Frome erth, vp to the Heuin Impyre,
All beis renewit by that fyre,
Purgeyng all thyng materiall
Under the heuin Imperiall.
Boith erth and walter, fyre and air,
Salbe more perfyte maid, and fair,
The quhilkis affore had myxit bene,
Sall than, be purifyit, and maid clene.
The erth lyke Christall salbe cleir,
And euerilk Planeit in his speir
Sall rest, withouttin more moueyng.
Boith sterny heuin and Christellyng,
The first and hiest heuin mouabyll,
Sall stand, but turnyng, firme and stabyll.
The Sonne in to the Orient
Sall stand, and in the Occident
Rest sall the Mone, and be more cleir
Nor now bene Phebus in his speir.
And als that Lantern of the Heuin
Sall gyf more lycht, be greis sewin,
Nor it gaue sen the warld began.
The Heuin renewit salbe than.
Rychtso, the erth, with sic deuyse,
Compair tyll heuinlye Paradyse.
So heuin and erth salbe allone,
As menith the Apostill Iohne.
The gret sey sall no more appeir,
Bot lyke the Christall pure and cleir,
Passyng Imaginatioun
Off Man to mak narratioun.
Off glore, quhilk God haith done prepair
Tyll euery one that cumis thare,
The quhilk with eris, nor with eine,
Off man may nocht be hard nor sene;
With hart it is vnthynkabyll,
And with toungis Inpronunciabyll;
Quhose plesouris salbe so perfyte,
Haueyng in God so gret delyte,
The space now of one thousand ȝeir
That tyme sall nocht one hour appeir;
Quhilk can nocht comprehendit be,
Tyll we that plesand sycht sall se.
As menith the Apostill Iohne.
The gret sey sall no more appeir,
Bot lyke the Christall pure and cleir,
Passyng Imaginatioun
Off Man to mak narratioun.
Off glore, quhilk God haith done prepair
Tyll euery one that cumis thare,
The quhilk with eris, nor with eine,
Off man may nocht be hard nor sene;
With hart it is vnthynkabyll,
And with toungis Inpronunciabyll;
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Haueyng in God so gret delyte,
The space now of one thousand ȝeir
That tyme sall nocht one hour appeir;
Quhilk can nocht comprehendit be,
Tyll we that plesand sycht sall se.
Quhen Paull wes reuyst, in the spreit,
Tyll the thrid Heuin, of glore repleit,
He sayith, the Secretis quhilk he saw
Thay wer nocht leifsum for to schaw
To no man on the erth leueand.
Quharefor preis nocht tyll vnderstand,
Quhowbeit thare to thow haif desyre,
The Secretis of the heuin Impyre.
The more men lukis on Phebus brycht,
The more febyll salbe thare sycht.
Rychtso latt no man sett thare cure
To Sers the heych Diuyne Nature.
The more men studye, I suppose,
Salbe the more frome thare purpose.
To knaw quhareto sulde men Intend,
Quhilk Angellis can nocht comprehend?
Bot, efter this gret Iugement,
All thyng tyll ws salbe patent.
Tyll the thrid Heuin, of glore repleit,
He sayith, the Secretis quhilk he saw
Thay wer nocht leifsum for to schaw
To no man on the erth leueand.
Quharefor preis nocht tyll vnderstand,
Quhowbeit thare to thow haif desyre,
The Secretis of the heuin Impyre.
The more men lukis on Phebus brycht,
The more febyll salbe thare sycht.
Rychtso latt no man sett thare cure
To Sers the heych Diuyne Nature.
The more men studye, I suppose,
Salbe the more frome thare purpose.
To knaw quhareto sulde men Intend,
Quhilk Angellis can nocht comprehend?
Bot, efter this gret Iugement,
All thyng tyll ws salbe patent.
Latt ws with Paull our mynde addres,
He beand full of Heuinlynes,
Full humilye he techeit ws,
Nocht for to be to curious,
Quhowbeit men be of gret Ingyne,
To seik the heych Secretis Diuyne,
Quhose Iugementis ar vncersiabyll,
And strange wayis Inuestigabyll,
(That is to say) past out fynding,
Off quhome no man may fynd endyng.
It sufficith ws for tyll Implore
Gret God to bryng ws to that glore.
He beand full of Heuinlynes,
Full humilye he techeit ws,
Nocht for to be to curious,
Quhowbeit men be of gret Ingyne,
To seik the heych Secretis Diuyne,
Quhose Iugementis ar vncersiabyll,
And strange wayis Inuestigabyll,
(That is to say) past out fynding,
Off quhome no man may fynd endyng.
It sufficith ws for tyll Implore
Gret God to bryng ws to that glore.
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OFF CERTANE PLESOURIS OF THE GLORIFEIT BODEIS.
EXPE[RIENCE].
Sen thare is non in erth may comprehend
The Heuinlye glore & plesouris Infinyte,
Quhairfor, my Sone, I pray the not pretend
Ouer far to seik that maner of delyte,
Quhilk passit Naturall reasoun to Indyte,
That God, affore that he the warld creatt,
Preparit to thame quhilk ar predestinat.
The Heuinlye glore & plesouris Infinyte,
Quhairfor, my Sone, I pray the not pretend
Ouer far to seik that maner of delyte,
Quhilk passit Naturall reasoun to Indyte,
That God, affore that he the warld creatt,
Preparit to thame quhilk ar predestinat.
All Mortall men salbe maid Immortall,
(That is to say) neuer to de agane,
Impassabyll, and so Celestiall
That fyre nor swerd may do to thame no pane.
Nor hete, nor cald, nor frost, nor wynd, nor rane,
Thocht sic thyng wer, may do to thame no deir.
Those Creaturis, rycht so, salbe als cleir
(That is to say) neuer to de agane,
Impassabyll, and so Celestiall
That fyre nor swerd may do to thame no pane.
Nor hete, nor cald, nor frost, nor wynd, nor rane,
Thocht sic thyng wer, may do to thame no deir.
Those Creaturis, rycht so, salbe als cleir
As flammand Phebus in his Mantioun.
Considder, than, gyf thare salbe gret lycht,
Quhen euery one in to that Regioun
Sall schyne lyke to the Sonne, and be als brycht.
Lat ws, with Paull, desyre to se that sycht.
To be dissoluit Paull had A gret desyre,
With Christ to be in tyll the heuin Impyre.
Considder, than, gyf thare salbe gret lycht,
Quhen euery one in to that Regioun
Sall schyne lyke to the Sonne, and be als brycht.
Lat ws, with Paull, desyre to se that sycht.
To be dissoluit Paull had A gret desyre,
With Christ to be in tyll the heuin Impyre.
And, more attour, as Clerkis can discryue,
Thare maruellous myrthis beis incomparabyll.
Amang the rest, in all thare wyttis fyue
Thay sall haue sensuall plesouris delectabyll.
The heuinlye sound, quhilk salbe Innarrabyll,
In thare eris continuallye sall ryng.
And als the sycht of Christ Iesus, our Kyng,
Thare maruellous myrthis beis incomparabyll.
Amang the rest, in all thare wyttis fyue
Thay sall haue sensuall plesouris delectabyll.
The heuinlye sound, quhilk salbe Innarrabyll,
In thare eris continuallye sall ryng.
And als the sycht of Christ Iesus, our Kyng,
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In his tryumphant throne Imperiall,
With his Mother, the Uirgene Quene of quenis,
Thare salbe sene: the Court Celestiall,
Apostolis, Martyris, Confessoris, and Uirgenis,
Brychtar than Phebus in his speir that schynis,
The Patriarkis, and Prophetis Uenerabyll,
Thare salbe sene, with glore Inestimabyll.
With his Mother, the Uirgene Quene of quenis,
Thare salbe sene: the Court Celestiall,
Apostolis, Martyris, Confessoris, and Uirgenis,
Brychtar than Phebus in his speir that schynis,
The Patriarkis, and Prophetis Uenerabyll,
Thare salbe sene, with glore Inestimabyll.
And with thare Spirituall Eis salbe sene
That sycht quhilk bene most Superexcelland,
God, as he is, and euermore hes bene.
Continuallye that sycht contempland,
Augustyne sayis, he had leuer tak on hand
To be in Hell, he seyng the assence
Off God, nor be in Heuin but his presence.
That sycht quhilk bene most Superexcelland,
God, as he is, and euermore hes bene.
Continuallye that sycht contempland,
Augustyne sayis, he had leuer tak on hand
To be in Hell, he seyng the assence
Off God, nor be in Heuin but his presence.
Quho seis God in his Diuynitie,
He seis in hym all vther plesand thyngis,
The quhilk with toung can nocht pronuncit be.
Quhat plesour bene to se that kyng of Kyngis.
The gretest pane the dampnit folk dounthryngis,
And, to the Deuyllis, the most punytioun,
It is of god to want fruitioun.
He seis in hym all vther plesand thyngis,
The quhilk with toung can nocht pronuncit be.
Quhat plesour bene to se that kyng of Kyngis.
The gretest pane the dampnit folk dounthryngis,
And, to the Deuyllis, the most punytioun,
It is of god to want fruitioun.
And, mairattour, thay sall feill sic ane smell
Surmountyng far the fleure of erthly flowris,
And, in thare mouth, ane taist, as I heir tell,
Off sweit and Supernaturall Sapowris.
Als, thay sall se the heuinlye brycht colowris
Schenyng amang those Creaturis Diuyne,
Quhilk tyll discryue transcendith mannis Ingyne.
Surmountyng far the fleure of erthly flowris,
And, in thare mouth, ane taist, as I heir tell,
Off sweit and Supernaturall Sapowris.
Als, thay sall se the heuinlye brycht colowris
Schenyng amang those Creaturis Diuyne,
Quhilk tyll discryue transcendith mannis Ingyne.
And, als, thay sall haif sic agilitie
In one Instant to passe, for thare plesour,
Ten thousand mylis in twynkling of one E.
So thare Ioyis salbe without missour.
Thay sall Reioyis to se the gret dolour
Off dampnit folk in hell, and thare torment,
Because of God it is the Iuste Iugement.
In one Instant to passe, for thare plesour,
Ten thousand mylis in twynkling of one E.
So thare Ioyis salbe without missour.
Thay sall Reioyis to se the gret dolour
Off dampnit folk in hell, and thare torment,
Because of God it is the Iuste Iugement.
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Subtellyte thay sall haue maruellouslye.
Subponyng that thare wer ane wall of bras,
One glorifeit body may rycht haistellye
Out throw that wall, without Impediment, pas,
Siclyke as doith the Sone baime throw the glas,
As Christ tyll his Disciplis did appeir,
All entres clos, and non of thame did steir.
Subponyng that thare wer ane wall of bras,
One glorifeit body may rycht haistellye
Out throw that wall, without Impediment, pas,
Siclyke as doith the Sone baime throw the glas,
As Christ tyll his Disciplis did appeir,
All entres clos, and non of thame did steir.
Quhowbeit, in heuin, thocht euerilk Creature
Haue nocht alyke filicitie nor glore,
Ȝitt euerilk one sall haif so gret plesure,
And so content, thay sall desyre no more.
To haue more Ioye thay sall no way Implore,
Bot thay salbe all satyfeit and content,
Lyke to this rude exempyll subsequent.
Haue nocht alyke filicitie nor glore,
Ȝitt euerilk one sall haif so gret plesure,
And so content, thay sall desyre no more.
To haue more Ioye thay sall no way Implore,
Bot thay salbe all satyfeit and content,
Lyke to this rude exempyll subsequent.
Tak ane crowat, one pynte stope, and one quart,
One galloun pitschair, one puntioun, & one twn,
Of wyne, or balme; gyf euerilk one thare part,
And fyll thame full, tyll that thay be ouir rwn.
The lytill crouat, in comparisoun,
Salbe so full that it may hald no more
Off sic missouris, thocht thare be twenty score.
One galloun pitschair, one puntioun, & one twn,
Of wyne, or balme; gyf euerilk one thare part,
And fyll thame full, tyll that thay be ouir rwn.
The lytill crouat, in comparisoun,
Salbe so full that it may hald no more
Off sic missouris, thocht thare be twenty score.
In to the Twn, or in the Pontioun.
So all those vesschellis, in one qualitie,
May hald no more, without thay be ouir rwn,
Ȝitt haif thay nocht alyke in quantitie.
So, be this rude exempyll, thow may se,
Thocht euerilk one be nocht alyke in glore,
Ar satyfeit so that thay desyre no more.
So all those vesschellis, in one qualitie,
May hald no more, without thay be ouir rwn,
Ȝitt haif thay nocht alyke in quantitie.
So, be this rude exempyll, thow may se,
Thocht euerilk one be nocht alyke in glore,
Ar satyfeit so that thay desyre no more.
Thocht presentlye, be Goddis prouiance,
Beistis, fowlis, and fyschis in the seis,
Ar necessar now for mannis sustenance,
With cornis, herbis, flowris, and fructfull treis,
Than sall thare be non sic commoditeis.
The erth sall beir no plant, nor beist brutall,
Bot, as the Heuinnis, brycht lyke buriall.
Beistis, fowlis, and fyschis in the seis,
Ar necessar now for mannis sustenance,
With cornis, herbis, flowris, and fructfull treis,
Than sall thare be non sic commoditeis.
The erth sall beir no plant, nor beist brutall,
Bot, as the Heuinnis, brycht lyke buriall.
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Suppone sum be on erth, walkand heir doun,
Or heycht abone, quhare euer thay pleis to go,
Off God thay haue ay cleir fruitioun,
Boith est, or west, vp, doun, or to, or fro.
Clerkis declaris plesouris mony mo,
Quhilk dois transcend al mortal mannis Ingyne
The thousand part of those plesouris deffyne.
Or heycht abone, quhare euer thay pleis to go,
Off God thay haue ay cleir fruitioun,
Boith est, or west, vp, doun, or to, or fro.
Clerkis declaris plesouris mony mo,
Quhilk dois transcend al mortal mannis Ingyne
The thousand part of those plesouris deffyne.
In to the Heuin thay sall perfytlie knaw
Thare tender freindis, thare father, & thare mother,
Thare Predecessouris quhilkis thay neuer saw,
Thair spousis, bairnis, syster, & thare brother.
And euerilk one sall haue sic lufe tyll vther,
Off vtheris glore and Ioy thay sall reioyse,
As of thare awin, as Clerkis doith suppose.
Thare tender freindis, thare father, & thare mother,
Thare Predecessouris quhilkis thay neuer saw,
Thair spousis, bairnis, syster, & thare brother.
And euerilk one sall haue sic lufe tyll vther,
Off vtheris glore and Ioy thay sall reioyse,
As of thare awin, as Clerkis doith suppose.
Than salbe sene that brycht Ierusalem
Quhilk Ihone saw, in his Reuelatione.
We mortall men, allace, ar far to blame,
That wyll nocht haif consideratione,
And one continuall contemplatione,
With hote desyre to cum on to that glore,
Quhilk plesour sall indure for euer more.
Quhilk Ihone saw, in his Reuelatione.
We mortall men, allace, ar far to blame,
That wyll nocht haif consideratione,
And one continuall contemplatione,
With hote desyre to cum on to that glore,
Quhilk plesour sall indure for euer more.
O Lorde, our God and Kyng Omnipotent,
Quhilk knew, or thow the heuin and erth creatt,
Quho wald to the be inobedient,
And so disarue for to be Reprobatt,
Thow knew the nomer of predestinat,
Quhome thow did call, and hes thame Iustifeit,
And sall in Heuin with the be Glorifeit.
Quhilk knew, or thow the heuin and erth creatt,
Quho wald to the be inobedient,
And so disarue for to be Reprobatt,
Thow knew the nomer of predestinat,
Quhome thow did call, and hes thame Iustifeit,
And sall in Heuin with the be Glorifeit.
Grant ws to be, Lorde, of that chosin sort
Quhame, of thy mercy superexcellent,
Did puriffy, as scripture doith report,
With the blude of that holy Innocent,
Iesu, quhilk maid hym self Obedient
On to the deth, and steruit on the Rude.
Lat ws, O Lorde, be purgit with that blude.
Quhame, of thy mercy superexcellent,
Did puriffy, as scripture doith report,
With the blude of that holy Innocent,
Iesu, quhilk maid hym self Obedient
On to the deth, and steruit on the Rude.
Lat ws, O Lorde, be purgit with that blude.
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All Creature that euer God Creat,
As wryttis Paull, thay wys to se that day,
Quhen the Childryng of God, predestinat,
Sall do appeir in thare new fresche array,
Quhen Corruptioun beis clengit clene away,
And cheangit beis thare Mortall Qualitie
In the gret glore of Immortalitie.
As wryttis Paull, thay wys to se that day,
Quhen the Childryng of God, predestinat,
Sall do appeir in thare new fresche array,
Quhen Corruptioun beis clengit clene away,
And cheangit beis thare Mortall Qualitie
In the gret glore of Immortalitie.
And, moreattour, all dede thyngis corporall,
Onder the Concaue of the Heuin Impyre,
That now to laubour subiect ar, and thrall,
Sone, Mone, & Sterris, Erth, walter, air, & Fyre,
In one maneir thay haue ane hote desyre,
Wissing that day, that thay may be at rest,
As Erasmus Exponith Manifest.
Onder the Concaue of the Heuin Impyre,
That now to laubour subiect ar, and thrall,
Sone, Mone, & Sterris, Erth, walter, air, & Fyre,
In one maneir thay haue ane hote desyre,
Wissing that day, that thay may be at rest,
As Erasmus Exponith Manifest.
We se the gret Gloube of the Firmament
Continuallie in moueyng maruellous.
The Sewin Planetis, contrary thare intent,
Ar reft about, with coursse contrarious.
The wynd, and See, with stormys furious,
The trublit Air, with Frostis, Snaw, and Rane,
On to that day thay trauell euer in pane.
Continuallie in moueyng maruellous.
The Sewin Planetis, contrary thare intent,
Ar reft about, with coursse contrarious.
The wynd, and See, with stormys furious,
The trublit Air, with Frostis, Snaw, and Rane,
On to that day thay trauell euer in pane.
And all the Angellis of the Ordouris Nyne,
Haueand compatioun of our Misareis,
Thay wys efter that day, and to that Fyne,
To se ws fred frome our Infirmiteis,
And clengit frome thir gret Calamiteis
And trublus lyfe, quhilk neuer sall haue end
On to that day: I mak it to the kend.
Haueand compatioun of our Misareis,
Thay wys efter that day, and to that Fyne,
To se ws fred frome our Infirmiteis,
And clengit frome thir gret Calamiteis
And trublus lyfe, quhilk neuer sall haue end
On to that day: I mak it to the kend.
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ANE EXHORTATIOUN GYFFIN BE FATHER EXPERIENCE VNTO HIS SONE THE CURTEOUR.
EXPE[RIENCE].
My Sone, now mark weil in thy memory,
Of this fals warld the trublus transitory,
Quhose dreidfull dayis drawis neir a[ne] end.
Tharfor, cal god to be thi adiutory,
And euery day my Sonne Memento Mori,
And watt not quhen, nor quhare that thow sal wend.
Heir to remane I pray the nocht pretend,
And, sen thow knawis the tyme is verray schort,
In Christis Blude sett all thy hole confort.
Of this fals warld the trublus transitory,
Quhose dreidfull dayis drawis neir a[ne] end.
Tharfor, cal god to be thi adiutory,
And euery day my Sonne Memento Mori,
And watt not quhen, nor quhare that thow sal wend.
Heir to remane I pray the nocht pretend,
And, sen thow knawis the tyme is verray schort,
In Christis Blude sett all thy hole confort.
Be nocht to myche solyst in temporall thyngis,
Sen thow persauis Pape, Empriour, nor Kyngis
In to the erth haith no place parmanent.
Thow seis the deith thame dulefully doun thringis,
And rauis thame frome thare rent, ryches, & ringis.
Tharefor on Christ confirme thyne hole intent,
And of thy callyng be rycht weill content.
Than God, that fedis the fowlis of the air,
All neidfull thyng for the he sall prepair.
Sen thow persauis Pape, Empriour, nor Kyngis
In to the erth haith no place parmanent.
Thow seis the deith thame dulefully doun thringis,
And rauis thame frome thare rent, ryches, & ringis.
Tharefor on Christ confirme thyne hole intent,
And of thy callyng be rycht weill content.
Than God, that fedis the fowlis of the air,
All neidfull thyng for the he sall prepair.
Consydder, in thy contemplatioun,
Ay, sen the warldlis first Creatioun,
Mankynd hes tholit this misary mortall,
Ay tormentit with trybulatioun,
With dolour, dreid, and desolatioun.
Gentiles, and Chosin peple of Israell,
To this vnhap, all subiect ar, and thrall;
Quhilk Misary, but doute, sall euer indure,
Tyll the last day: my Sonne, thareof be sure.
Ay, sen the warldlis first Creatioun,
Mankynd hes tholit this misary mortall,
Ay tormentit with trybulatioun,
With dolour, dreid, and desolatioun.
Gentiles, and Chosin peple of Israell,
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Quhilk Misary, but doute, sall euer indure,
Tyll the last day: my Sonne, thareof be sure.
That day, as I haue maid narratioun,
Salbe the day of consolatioun
Tyll all the Childryng of the chosin noumer.
Thare endit beis thare desolatioun.
And als, I mak the supplycatioun,
In erthlye materis tak the no more cummer.
Dreid nocht to dee, for deith is bot ane slummer.
Leue ane Iuste lyfe, & with ane Ioyus hart,
And of thy guddis tak plesandlye thy part.
Salbe the day of consolatioun
Tyll all the Childryng of the chosin noumer.
Thare endit beis thare desolatioun.
And als, I mak the supplycatioun,
In erthlye materis tak the no more cummer.
Dreid nocht to dee, for deith is bot ane slummer.
Leue ane Iuste lyfe, & with ane Ioyus hart,
And of thy guddis tak plesandlye thy part.
Off our talkeing now latt ws mak ane end.
Behald quhow Phebus dounwart dois discend
Towart his palyce in the Occident.
Dame Synthea, I se, scho dois pretend
In tyll hir wattry Regioun tyll ascend,
With vissage paill, vp frome the Orient.
The dew now dounkis the rossis redolent.
The Mareguldis, that all day wer reiosit
Off Phebus heit, now craftelly ar closit.
Behald quhow Phebus dounwart dois discend
Towart his palyce in the Occident.
Dame Synthea, I se, scho dois pretend
In tyll hir wattry Regioun tyll ascend,
With vissage paill, vp frome the Orient.
The dew now dounkis the rossis redolent.
The Mareguldis, that all day wer reiosit
Off Phebus heit, now craftelly ar closit.
The blysfull byrdis bownis to the treis,
And ceissis of thare heuinlye armoneis.
The Cornecraik in the croft, I heir hir cry.
The bak, the Howlat, febyll of thare eis,
For thare pastyme, now in the ewinnyng fleis.
The Nychtyngaill, with myrthfull melody,
Hir naturall notis persith throw the sky,
Tyll Synthea, makand her obseruance,
Quhilk on the nycht dois tak hir dalyance.
And ceissis of thare heuinlye armoneis.
The Cornecraik in the croft, I heir hir cry.
The bak, the Howlat, febyll of thare eis,
For thare pastyme, now in the ewinnyng fleis.
The Nychtyngaill, with myrthfull melody,
Hir naturall notis persith throw the sky,
Tyll Synthea, makand her obseruance,
Quhilk on the nycht dois tak hir dalyance.
I se Polartike in the North appeir,
And Uenus ryssing, with hir bemes cleir,
Quharefor, my Sonne, I hald it tyme to go.
Wald God (said I) ȝe did remane all ȝeir,
That I mycht of ȝour heuinlye Lessonis leir:
Off ȝour departyng I am wounder wo.
Tak pacience (said he) it mone be so:
Perchance I sall returne with deligence.
Thus I departit frome Experience,
And Uenus ryssing, with hir bemes cleir,
Quharefor, my Sonne, I hald it tyme to go.
Wald God (said I) ȝe did remane all ȝeir,
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Off ȝour departyng I am wounder wo.
Tak pacience (said he) it mone be so:
Perchance I sall returne with deligence.
Thus I departit frome Experience,
And sped me home, with hert sychyng full sore,
And enterit in my quyet Oritore.
I tuke paper, and thare began to wryt
This Miserie, as ȝe haue hard afore.
All gentyll Redaris hertlye I Implore
For tyll excuse my rurall rude Indyte.
Thoucht Phareseis wyll haue at me dispyte,
Quhilkis wald not that thare craftynes wer kend,
Latt God be Iuge: and so I mak ane end.
And enterit in my quyet Oritore.
I tuke paper, and thare began to wryt
This Miserie, as ȝe haue hard afore.
All gentyll Redaris hertlye I Implore
For tyll excuse my rurall rude Indyte.
Thoucht Phareseis wyll haue at me dispyte,
Quhilkis wald not that thare craftynes wer kend,
Latt God be Iuge: and so I mak ane end.
FINIS.
Quod Lyndesay, .1552.
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