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The Author directis his buik to the richt Nobill and Illuster Prince Iames the Feird King of Scottis.
Trivmphovs laud with palme of victorie,
The Lawrer Crowne of Infinite glorie,
Maist gracious Prince, our souerane Iames the Feird,
Thy Maiestie mot haue Eternallie—
Supreme Honour, Renoun of Cheualrie,
Felicitie perdurand in this eird
With Eterne blis in heuin by fatall weird.
Ressaue this Roustie rurall Rebaldrie,
Laikand Cunning, fra thy pure leige vnleird;
The Lawrer Crowne of Infinite glorie,
Maist gracious Prince, our souerane Iames the Feird,
Thy Maiestie mot haue Eternallie—
Supreme Honour, Renoun of Cheualrie,
Felicitie perdurand in this eird
With Eterne blis in heuin by fatall weird.
Ressaue this Roustie rurall Rebaldrie,
Laikand Cunning, fra thy pure leige vnleird;
Quhilk in the sicht of thy Magnificence,
Confidand in sa greit beneuolence
Proponis thus my vulgair Ignorance,
Maist humbillie with dew obedience
Beseikand oft thy michtie Excellence
Be grace to pardoun all sic variance
With sum bening respect of firme constance,
Remittand my pretendit negligence,
Thow quhais micht may humbill thing auance.
Confidand in sa greit beneuolence
Proponis thus my vulgair Ignorance,
Maist humbillie with dew obedience
Beseikand oft thy michtie Excellence
Be grace to pardoun all sic variance
With sum bening respect of firme constance,
Remittand my pretendit negligence,
Thow quhais micht may humbill thing auance.
Breif buriall quair, of Eloquence all quite,
With russet weid and sentence Imperfite
Till cum in plane se that thow not pretend the.
Thy barrant termis and thy vile Indite
Sall not be mine. I will not haue the wite!
For as for me, I quitclame that I kend the.
Thow art bot stouth—thift louis licht but lite—
Not worth ane mite, pray Ilk man til amend the.
Fair on with site, and on this wise I end the!
With russet weid and sentence Imperfite
Till cum in plane se that thow not pretend the.
Thy barrant termis and thy vile Indite
Sall not be mine. I will not haue the wite!
For as for me, I quitclame that I kend the.
Thow art bot stouth—thift louis licht but lite—
Not worth ane mite, pray Ilk man til amend the.
Fair on with site, and on this wise I end the!
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