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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Without ȝe mend, maist certainlie I say ȝow,
Gods holy wourd but dout sall be tane fra ȝow.
Because with ȝow it is nothing regardit,
Thairfor with God ȝe sall be so rewardit,
That vncouth Strangears of ane forene Natioun
Sall disapoynt ȝour Kirk and Congregatioun,
Quhilk is the gritest Plaig that God can send:
This sall nocht mis! without ȝe schortlie mend,
Ȝe sall be Plagit so, and on sik wyse,
That ȝe sall wysse ȝour death ane hundreth syse.
And quhen ȝe wald, ȝit sall ȝe no wayis de;
That death ȝe Ȝairne, it sall fast frome ȝow fle.
For Disobedience vnto Gods wourd,
Ȝe sall be Plagit with Hunger, Pest, and swourd,
With Hirschip, Fyre, with Dearth, and Pestelence,
Because ȝe Sin aganis ȝour Conscience;
For God[i]s wourd wes neuer moir trewlie teachit
Nor it is now in mony placis preachit,
And neuer sa mony vngodlie pepill sene
In to this earth, sen it Inhabit bene!
Gods holy wourd but dout sall be tane fra ȝow.
Because with ȝow it is nothing regardit,
Thairfor with God ȝe sall be so rewardit,
That vncouth Strangears of ane forene Natioun
Sall disapoynt ȝour Kirk and Congregatioun,
Quhilk is the gritest Plaig that God can send:
This sall nocht mis! without ȝe schortlie mend,
Ȝe sall be Plagit so, and on sik wyse,
That ȝe sall wysse ȝour death ane hundreth syse.
And quhen ȝe wald, ȝit sall ȝe no wayis de;
That death ȝe Ȝairne, it sall fast frome ȝow fle.
For Disobedience vnto Gods wourd,
Ȝe sall be Plagit with Hunger, Pest, and swourd,
With Hirschip, Fyre, with Dearth, and Pestelence,
Because ȝe Sin aganis ȝour Conscience;
For God[i]s wourd wes neuer moir trewlie teachit
Nor it is now in mony placis preachit,
And neuer sa mony vngodlie pepill sene
In to this earth, sen it Inhabit bene!
| The minor poems of William Lauder | |