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OFF IMAGEIS VSIT AMANG CRISTIN MEN.
COUR[TIOUR].Father, ȝit ane thyng I wald speir.
Behald, in euery kirk and queir
Throuch Christindome, in burgh and land,
Imageis maid with mennis hand,
To quhome bene gyffin diuers names;
Sum Peter, and Paull; sum Ihone, & Iames;
Sanct Peter, caruit with his keyis;
Sanct Mychaell, with his wyngis and weyis;
Sanct Katherine, with hir swerd and quheill;
Ane hynde sett vp besyde sanct Geill
It war to lang for tyll discryue
Sanct Frances, with his woundis fyue.
Sanct Tredwall, als, there may be sene,
Quhilk on ane prik heth boyth hir eine;
Sanct Paull, weill payntit with ane sworde,
As he wald feycht at the first worde;
Sanct Apollin on altare standis,
With all hir tethe in tyll hir handis;
Sanct Roche, weill seisit, men may se,
Ane byill new brokin on his thye;
Sanct Eloy he doith staitly stand,
Ane new hors schoo in tyll his hand;
Sanct ringane, of ane rottin stoke;
Sanct Duthow, boird out of ane bloke;
Sanct Androw, with his croce in hand;
Sanct George, vpone ane hors rydand;
Sanct Anthone, sett vp with ane soow;
Sanct Bryde, weill caruit with ane koow,
With coistlye collouris fyne and fair.
Ane thousand mo I mycht declair,
As sanct Cosma, and Damiane,
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All thir on altare staitly standis,
Preistis cryand for thare offrandis,
To quhome we Communnis, on our kneis,
Doith wyrschip all thir Ymagereis;
In Kirk, in Queir, and in the closter,
Prayand to thame our Pater noster,
In pylgramage frome town to toun,
With offrand and with orisoun,
To thame aye babland on our beidis,
That thay wald help ws in our neidis.
Quhat differis this, declare to me,
Frome the Gentilis Idolatrye?
EXPE[RIENCE]
Gyff that he trew that thow reportis,
It goith rycht neir thir samyn sortis.
Bot we, be counsall of Clargye,
Hes lycence to mak Imagerye,
Quhilk of vnleirnit bene the buikis,
For, quhen lauid folk vpone thame luikis,
Itt bringith to rememberance
Off Sanctis lyuis the circumstance;
Quhow, the faith for to fortifye,
Thay sufferit pane rycht pacientlye.
Seand the Image of the Rude,
Men suld remember on the Blude
Quhilk Christ, in tyll his Passioun,
Did sched for our Saluatioun.
Or, quhen thow seis ane portrature
Off blyssit Marie, Uirgen pure,
One bony Babe vpone hir kne,
Than, in thy mynde, remember the
The wordis quhilks the Propheit said,
Quhow sche suld be boith Mother and Maid.
It goith rycht neir thir samyn sortis.
Bot we, be counsall of Clargye,
Hes lycence to mak Imagerye,
Quhilk of vnleirnit bene the buikis,
For, quhen lauid folk vpone thame luikis,
Itt bringith to rememberance
Off Sanctis lyuis the circumstance;
Quhow, the faith for to fortifye,
Thay sufferit pane rycht pacientlye.
Seand the Image of the Rude,
Men suld remember on the Blude
Quhilk Christ, in tyll his Passioun,
Did sched for our Saluatioun.
Or, quhen thow seis ane portrature
Off blyssit Marie, Uirgen pure,
One bony Babe vpone hir kne,
Than, in thy mynde, remember the
The wordis quhilks the Propheit said,
Quhow sche suld be boith Mother and Maid.
Bot quho that sittis doun on thare kneis,
Prayand tyll ony Imagereis,
With oritioun or offerand,
Kneland with cap in to thare hand,
No difference bene, I say to the,
Frome the Gentilis Idolatrye.
Prayand tyll ony Imagereis,
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Kneland with cap in to thare hand,
No difference bene, I say to the,
Frome the Gentilis Idolatrye.
Rycht so, of diuers nationis
I reid abominationis,
Quhow Grekis maid thare deuotioun haill
To Mars, to saif thame in battaill.
Tyll Iupiter sum tuke thare vayage,
To saif thame frome the stormys rage;
Sum prayit to Uenus, from the splene,
That thay thare luffis mycht obtene;
And sum to Iuno, for ryches,
Thare pylgramage thay wald addres.
I reid abominationis,
Quhow Grekis maid thare deuotioun haill
To Mars, to saif thame in battaill.
Tyll Iupiter sum tuke thare vayage,
To saif thame frome the stormys rage;
Sum prayit to Uenus, from the splene,
That thay thare luffis mycht obtene;
And sum to Iuno, for ryches,
Thare pylgramage thay wald addres.
So doith our commoun populare,
Quhilk war to lang for tyll declare
Thare superstitious pylgramageis
To mony diuers Imageis.
Sum to sanct Roche, with deligence,
To saif thame from the pestilence;
For thare teith, to sanct Apollene;
To sanct Tredwell, to mend thare eine:
Sum makis offrande to sanct Eloye,
That he thare hors may weill conuoye;
Thay ryn, quhen thay haif Iowellis tynte,
To seik sanct Syith, or euer thay stynte;
And to sanct Germane, to get remeid
For maladeis in to thare heid.
Thay bryng mad men, on fuit and horsse,
And byndis thame to sanct Mongose crosse;
To sanct Barbara thay cry full faste,
To saif thame frome the thonder blaste;
For gude nouellis, as I heir tell,
Sum takis thare gait to Gabriell;
Sum wyffis sanct Margret doith exhort
In to thare byrth thame to support;
To sanct Anthony, to saif the soow;
To sanct Bryde, to keip calf and koow;
To sanct Bastien thay ryn and ryde,
That frome the schote he saf thare syde;
And sum, in hope to gett thare haill,
Rynnis to the auld Rude of Kerrail.
Quhowbeit thir simpyll peple rude
Think thare intentioun be bot gude,
Wo be to Priestis, I say for me,
Quhilk suld schaw thame the verratie.
Prelatis, quhilkis hes of thame the cure,
Sall mak answeir thareof, be sure,
On the gret day of Iugement,
Quhen no tyme beis for to repent,
Quhare manyfest Idolatrye
Sall puneist be perpetuallye.
Quhilk war to lang for tyll declare
Thare superstitious pylgramageis
To mony diuers Imageis.
Sum to sanct Roche, with deligence,
To saif thame from the pestilence;
For thare teith, to sanct Apollene;
To sanct Tredwell, to mend thare eine:
Sum makis offrande to sanct Eloye,
That he thare hors may weill conuoye;
Thay ryn, quhen thay haif Iowellis tynte,
To seik sanct Syith, or euer thay stynte;
And to sanct Germane, to get remeid
For maladeis in to thare heid.
Thay bryng mad men, on fuit and horsse,
And byndis thame to sanct Mongose crosse;
To sanct Barbara thay cry full faste,
To saif thame frome the thonder blaste;
For gude nouellis, as I heir tell,
Sum takis thare gait to Gabriell;
Sum wyffis sanct Margret doith exhort
In to thare byrth thame to support;
To sanct Anthony, to saif the soow;
To sanct Bryde, to keip calf and koow;
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That frome the schote he saf thare syde;
And sum, in hope to gett thare haill,
Rynnis to the auld Rude of Kerrail.
Quhowbeit thir simpyll peple rude
Think thare intentioun be bot gude,
Wo be to Priestis, I say for me,
Quhilk suld schaw thame the verratie.
Prelatis, quhilkis hes of thame the cure,
Sall mak answeir thareof, be sure,
On the gret day of Iugement,
Quhen no tyme beis for to repent,
Quhare manyfest Idolatrye
Sall puneist be perpetuallye.
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