Poems of John Stewart of Baldyneiss From the MS. in the Advocates' Library, Edinburgh: Edited by Thomas Crockett |
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HIS FAIRWEILL TO
THE MUSIS. |
 | Poems of John Stewart of Baldyneiss |  |
267
HIS FAIRWEILL TO THE MUSIS.
fairweill, my toynles trimbling strings,
fairweill, the Source quhair poems springs,
fairweill, brycht purpour Pean fair
And all thy sisters sueit that Sings
On plesand pernass mont preclair.
fairweill, the Source quhair poems springs,
fairweill, brycht purpour Pean fair
And all thy sisters sueit that Sings
On plesand pernass mont preclair.
fairweill, my versis varpit vrang,
fairweill, the harp quhairon I sang,
fairweill, My muse that meed me mont,
fairweill, for I hawe Serwed ȝow lang,
Quhill both my brains ar bruist and blont.
fairweill, the harp quhairon I sang,
fairweill, My muse that meed me mont,
fairweill, for I hawe Serwed ȝow lang,
Quhill both my brains ar bruist and blont.
Go scherse sum pregnant spreit perfyt,
Quho in ȝour douceur dois delyt,
And nether nycht Nor day vill spair
for to declair sum dew Indyt
In vorschip of ȝow Nymphis fair.
Quho in ȝour douceur dois delyt,
And nether nycht Nor day vill spair
for to declair sum dew Indyt
In vorschip of ȝow Nymphis fair.
Bot sum dois dalie dolor drie
for till obteine The lawrell trie,
And, thocht ane Branche thairof thay pull,
Most meschant mouth of Momus slie
Of sum Reprotche vill ay be full.
for till obteine The lawrell trie,
And, thocht ane Branche thairof thay pull,
Most meschant mouth of Momus slie
Of sum Reprotche vill ay be full.
Quhan lustie Venus veill did dance
Befoir the Gods, this Churle be chance
Vas present than to hir Mishap.
Quod he, quhan all did hir awance,
“Hir Sandals dois ower loudlie clap.”
Befoir the Gods, this Churle be chance
Vas present than to hir Mishap.
Quod he, quhan all did hir awance,
“Hir Sandals dois ower loudlie clap.”
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I dout no thing to find also
This curshit Catiwe for my fo,
In finding fault vith this or that,
Bot ȝit I cair him nocht ane stro:
My king sall veill protect my plat,
This curshit Catiwe for my fo,
In finding fault vith this or that,
Bot ȝit I cair him nocht ane stro:
My king sall veill protect my plat,
Quhois Sacred thespian Science rair,
Bebatht in Source Castalia fair,
Arrouse sall all my Roustie ryme,
And vith Pegasien Spring preclair
Cleine cleinge the sam from ewirie cryme.
Bebatht in Source Castalia fair,
Arrouse sall all my Roustie ryme,
And vith Pegasien Spring preclair
Cleine cleinge the sam from ewirie cryme.
for as Bellerophon So Stout
from lycia dang the monsters out
And brocht Curst Chimere to ane end,
Ewen so his grace, I do nocht dout,
Sall Thersits fleme, And me defend.
from lycia dang the monsters out
And brocht Curst Chimere to ane end,
Ewen so his grace, I do nocht dout,
Sall Thersits fleme, And me defend.
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