 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Pamphilus answers to Anus.
Alas, how faids my strenth and strang estait,
That wont beforn vnto my corps aply,
My body now is brocht to sic estait,
That mind and toung, thair seruice dois deny:
I catif man, lichtly regardit by,
Hes tint my strength, quhilk na man can restore,
Eitch of my members, as ye may espy,
Denies thair dewties, done to me before.
That wont beforn vnto my corps aply,
That mind and toung, thair seruice dois deny:
I catif man, lichtly regardit by,
Hes tint my strength, quhilk na man can restore,
Eitch of my members, as ye may espy,
Denies thair dewties, done to me before.
My hope hes hurt me, far by mine intent,
By hope, lufe to my bains hes stucken sure,
Hope is decaid, and far away is went,
Yit firie flamis, with me dois still indure,
The sails quhairwith, my schip suld fordwart fure,
Can find na port, quhairin to be reset,
Nor yit my ancor, quhilk suld me assure,
Into the awin ground, can na entres get.
By hope, lufe to my bains hes stucken sure,
Hope is decaid, and far away is went,
Yit firie flamis, with me dois still indure,
The sails quhairwith, my schip suld fordwart fure,
Can find na port, quhairin to be reset,
Nor yit my ancor, quhilk suld me assure,
Into the awin ground, can na entres get.
My cair is na wais certaine, quhat to do,
Nor quhair to seik, the awin support or rest,
For Galathea is the onely scho,
That may remeid, my cair and dolour best:
Sche is the caus, and wite, as ye may trest,
Of helth and life, belanging vnto me,
Quhome, gif I get not, plainely I protest,
Into displeasour, I will duyne and die.
Nor quhair to seik, the awin support or rest,
For Galathea is the onely scho,
That may remeid, my cair and dolour best:
Sche is the caus, and wite, as ye may trest,
Of helth and life, belanging vnto me,
Quhome, gif I get not, plainely I protest,
Into displeasour, I will duyne and die.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |