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LV.

My langour dothe by lingring gretar growe;
my greiffs ar graven baithe in bronse and brasss;
my harte first hurt now kendled lyes in lowe;
my miserye her mercye dothe surpass;
my bitter hope, no better then it was,
whils as it is, sua must it ay remayne,
which weathers wadther [?] lyke and groues as grasss;
as I doe boyle in bayle and pyne in payne,
bound in loves bands I liue, and fayne do fayne
for to be fried quhair I am fingar fangd,
exemd, exeimend baith of his trone and trayne:
in vane conceate whils I am wringd and wrangd
I thus wayes crye, “O Ioyles, ielous man,
that feares to loss the lass I never wan!”