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VI. [In by way roadds I ran a restles race.]

In by way roadds I ran a restles race,
as best besemd my vaine vnlauful lust,
quhair I haue found long pains with cares vnIust,
and feading ioyes my pleasours to displace.
Bot nou the glass of sin before my face
presents my eyes the schaps of uordly trust,
that trusting to the same confes I must
that verteu vyce, and errour reuth, doth chase.
So uith my age my sad complaints sal growe,
my yeres sal shaw the horrour of my sin,
and dayes that rests the errour of my hart;
The uatrye teares that from myne ees sal flow
the liccour ar quhairwith I will begin
to wash my wounds, and for to uryte [?] my Smartt.