The minor poems of William Lauder playwright, poet, and minister of the word of God, (mainly on the state of Scotland in and about 1568 A.D., that year of famine and plague) ... Edited from the unique originals belonging to S. Christie-Miller ... By F. J. Furnivall |
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Grit meruell is, of ȝow that gettis this muk,
Bot ȝe sould haue aboundance with gude luk.
And ȝit we se thair dois nothing succeid,
Bot barrane ground, with mony frutles weid,
Moir emptye now of warldlis gear and gude
Nor wes ȝour Faders, that fand rycht mony fude,
Quhilks had nocht half sa mekill for to spend,
Ȝit had grit ryches, and honour to thair end.
And ȝe ar nedye, thriftles, and threid-bair!
Of wrangus gude, no better man can fair.
Bot ȝe sould haue aboundance with gude luk.
And ȝit we se thair dois nothing succeid,
Bot barrane ground, with mony frutles weid,
Moir emptye now of warldlis gear and gude
Nor wes ȝour Faders, that fand rycht mony fude,
Quhilks had nocht half sa mekill for to spend,
Ȝit had grit ryches, and honour to thair end.
And ȝe ar nedye, thriftles, and threid-bair!
Of wrangus gude, no better man can fair.
| The minor poems of William Lauder | |