Poems of John Stewart of Baldyneiss From the MS. in the Advocates' Library, Edinburgh: Edited by Thomas Crockett |
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THE INTRODVCTION.
No vonder thocht I stand in dout,Quho dois begin to sound and sing
My vaeik and friuole versis out
To ane Maist mychtie Prudent king.
Quho sall toyne vp my tribill string
And mak my feiblit Muse to ryis?
To holie mont Quho sall me bring,
Quhair all the sacred nymphs applyis?
Helas, no vigor in me lyis
To correspond synceir guidwill.
Quhow dar I than my dull deuyis
Present befoir his Prencelie skill?
Quhair vyise Minerua stabill still
Dois serwe, Sall I ane ragment send?
To Quhom obeyis the forkit hill
My pithles speitche sall I pretend?
To him on Quhom the Gods dois spend
All grace, Quhat gift sall I prouyd?
And Quhom this yle from end till end
Expects for Cheif and Natiwe gyd,
Befoir Quhois face all fois sall slyd
Of the Grayt Rychtius God of all,
Quho to the ground sall doune deuyd
Of Rome the strong redouttit vall,
Quhom all the Vorld sall Monarck call,
Quhow sall I clip his Person heir?
My sempill sycht is dim and small
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I laik sutche pretius vordis deir
As vith My PATRON may compair,
My lispan leid may not vpsteir
Vork vordie for his visdom Rair.
ȝit his maist peirles pen preclair
May best my propos mak perfit,
And of his Pitie pardone spair,
So to his grace I turne my dyt.
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