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I. ELEGIE.

From teares to teares I passs, and spend my lothsome dayes;
I find na confort for the greif my heavye hairt assayes.
Alas, to think vpon the pleasours I posest!
Alas, to think vpon the pains which reaves me off my rest!
My Ioy was in his spring, my harvest now is past,
and wintar cumis by sturdie storms to schak thame by hir blast.
And as I so the breir enviround with the rose,
as darkfull nights the brightest day by mystie cludds do close,
as feare dois fallow hope, so sadnes dois my Ioye,
and sall till that the sisters thrie to earth my corpss convoy.
then fairweill confort now! awant ȝe from my pains!
both counsell, reasoun, hope, fairwell! to greif I lose the vains!
so off my freinds lat none, lat none with me conferr
of vther purpose then of graves, of bluid, of death, & warr!
thair spechthe must be of sights, thair talk of fearfull ghosts,
or off the roring foming seis quhilk brekks vpon the coasts:
then tell they how thair wawes hes drowned many a schipp,
and how the wandring pyratt hes the marchand spoyld and swipt
with thundring schott and fyre, and so be thair report
of wichthes, warlowes, who at night to buryed banis resort:
In this be all thair cair, for reasoun wauld it so,
that thair regretts and talking be conformed to my woe.