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OF CHASTITIE.

SONNET.

O cumlie celest chastitie preclair,
Quhilk hich exaltit in the heawens dois ring,
To Quhat sall I thy vertew great compair?
No charbunckill Nor vther Erthlie thing
Dois not as thow sic pretious beutie bring:
The Phenix onlie or the vermell Rois
Maist rycht resemblith to thy grace conding;
The one is rair, The vther maist formois.
for as the Rois of flouris all the chois
Maist semlie sproutith from the scharpest thorne,
So thow (I dout not) dois vith paine Inclois
All sort of thois be quhom thy blis is borne;
Quhilk sort now rair As Phenix fair is seine,
And thingis rair of greatest valeur beine.