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AND, IN THE FIRST, MAKAND NARRATIONE OF THE MISARABYLL DISTRUCTIOUN OF THE FYUE CIETEIS CALLIT SODOME, GOMORE, SYBOIN, SEGORE, AND ADAMA, WITH THARE HOLE REGIOUN, AND ANE SCHORT DISCRIPTIOUN OF THE SECUND, THRID, AND FERD MONARCHEIS; WITH THE MISARABYLL DISTRUCTIOUN OF IERUSALEM AND, LAST, OF THE SPIRITUALL MONARCHIE.
COUR[TIOUR].Father, I pray ȝow to me tell
Quhat notabyll thyngis that befell
Duryng the Ryng of Asseriens,
Quhilk had so lang prehemynens;
I mene of vther Nationis
Under thare dominationis.
EXPE[RIENCE].
That may be done in termys schorte,
(Said he) as storyis doith reporte.
Induryng this first Monarchie
Become that wofull misarie
Off Sodome, Gomore, and thare Regione,
As Scripture makis Mentione,
Quhose peple wer so sensuall
In fylthie Synnis vnnaturall,
The quhilk in to my vulgar veirs.
My toung abhorris to reheirs.
Lyke brutall beistis, by thare myndis,
Unnaturally abusit thare kyndis,
By fylthie stynkand Lychorie,
And most abhominabyll Sodomie.
As holy scripture doith discryue,
In that countre wer Citeis fyue,
Quhilk wer Sodome, and Gomora,
Seboin, Segore, and Adama.
Amang thame all funde wes thare none
Undefylit, bot Lott allone.
(Said he) as storyis doith reporte.
Induryng this first Monarchie
Become that wofull misarie
Off Sodome, Gomore, and thare Regione,
As Scripture makis Mentione,
Quhose peple wer so sensuall
In fylthie Synnis vnnaturall,
The quhilk in to my vulgar veirs.
My toung abhorris to reheirs.
Lyke brutall beistis, by thare myndis,
Unnaturally abusit thare kyndis,
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And most abhominabyll Sodomie.
As holy scripture doith discryue,
In that countre wer Citeis fyue,
Quhilk wer Sodome, and Gomora,
Seboin, Segore, and Adama.
Amang thame all funde wes thare none
Undefylit, bot Lott allone.
Holy Abraham dwelt neir hand by,
Quhilk prayit for Lott effectuously.
For God maid hym aduertysment,
That he wald mak sic punyschement.
To Lott two Angellis God did sende,
Hym frome that furye tyll defende.
Quhen the peple of that regioun
Saw the Angellis cum to the toun,
Transformit in to fair ȝoung men,
Thay purposit thame for to ken,
And abuse thame vnnaturallye,
With thare foule stynkand Sodomye.
Off that gude Lott wes wounder woo,
And offerit thame his Douchteris twoo,
Thame at thare plesour for tyll vse,
Bot thay his Douchteris did refuse.
And then the Angellis, be thare mycht,
Those men depryuit of thare sycht,
And so, perfors, leitt thame allone.
To Lottis lugyng quhen thay wer gone,
Thay hym commandit haistelie
For tyll depart of that Citie.
That foule vnnaturall Lychorie
A vengeance to the hewin did crye,
The quhilk did mofe God tyll sic yre,
That frome the hewin Brintstone and fyre,
With awfull thoundryng, ranit doun,
And did consume that hole regioun.
Off all that land chapit no mo
Except Lott and his Douchteris two.
His wyfe wes turnit in A stone,
So wyfles wes he left allone,
For scho wes Inobedient,
And kepit no commandiment.
Quhen the Angell gaif thame command
Sone tyll depart out of that land,
He monyste thame, vnder gret pane,
Neuer to luke bakwart agane.
Quhen Lottis wyfe hard the thoundring
Off flammand fyre and lychtnyng,
The vgly cryis lamentabyll
Off peple most appouentabyll,
For none of thame had fors to flee,
Scho ȝarnit that sorrowfull sycht to see,
And, as scho turnit hir, anone
Scho wes transformit in a stone,
Quhare scho remanis tyll this daye.
Off hir I haue no more to saye.
Quhilk prayit for Lott effectuously.
For God maid hym aduertysment,
That he wald mak sic punyschement.
To Lott two Angellis God did sende,
Hym frome that furye tyll defende.
Quhen the peple of that regioun
Saw the Angellis cum to the toun,
Transformit in to fair ȝoung men,
Thay purposit thame for to ken,
And abuse thame vnnaturallye,
With thare foule stynkand Sodomye.
Off that gude Lott wes wounder woo,
And offerit thame his Douchteris twoo,
Thame at thare plesour for tyll vse,
Bot thay his Douchteris did refuse.
And then the Angellis, be thare mycht,
Those men depryuit of thare sycht,
And so, perfors, leitt thame allone.
To Lottis lugyng quhen thay wer gone,
Thay hym commandit haistelie
For tyll depart of that Citie.
That foule vnnaturall Lychorie
A vengeance to the hewin did crye,
The quhilk did mofe God tyll sic yre,
That frome the hewin Brintstone and fyre,
With awfull thoundryng, ranit doun,
And did consume that hole regioun.
Off all that land chapit no mo
Except Lott and his Douchteris two.
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So wyfles wes he left allone,
For scho wes Inobedient,
And kepit no commandiment.
Quhen the Angell gaif thame command
Sone tyll depart out of that land,
He monyste thame, vnder gret pane,
Neuer to luke bakwart agane.
Quhen Lottis wyfe hard the thoundring
Off flammand fyre and lychtnyng,
The vgly cryis lamentabyll
Off peple most appouentabyll,
For none of thame had fors to flee,
Scho ȝarnit that sorrowfull sycht to see,
And, as scho turnit hir, anone
Scho wes transformit in a stone,
Quhare scho remanis tyll this daye.
Off hir I haue no more to saye.
To schaw at leynth I am nocht abyll
That pietious proces lamentabyll,
Quhow Ceteis, Castellis, Tounis, and Towris,
Uillagis, Bastailȝeis, and Bowris,
Thay wer all in to poulder drewin;
Forrestis be the ruttis vprewin;
Thare Kyng, thare Quene, and peple all,
Ȝong and auld, brynt in poulder small.
No Creature wes left on lyfe,
Foulis, Beistis, Man, nor Wyfe;
The erth, the Corne, herb, frute, and tre,
The Babbis vpone the Noryse kne,
Rycht suddantlye, in one Instent,
Unwerly come thare Iugement,
As it come in the tyme of Noye,
Quhen God did all the warld distroye,
For that self Syn of Sodomye,
And most abhominabyll bewgrye.
That vyce at lenth for tyll declare,
I thynk it is nocht necessare.
That pietious proces lamentabyll,
Quhow Ceteis, Castellis, Tounis, and Towris,
Uillagis, Bastailȝeis, and Bowris,
Thay wer all in to poulder drewin;
Forrestis be the ruttis vprewin;
Thare Kyng, thare Quene, and peple all,
Ȝong and auld, brynt in poulder small.
No Creature wes left on lyfe,
Foulis, Beistis, Man, nor Wyfe;
The erth, the Corne, herb, frute, and tre,
The Babbis vpone the Noryse kne,
Rycht suddantlye, in one Instent,
Unwerly come thare Iugement,
As it come in the tyme of Noye,
Quhen God did all the warld distroye,
For that self Syn of Sodomye,
And most abhominabyll bewgrye.
That vyce at lenth for tyll declare,
I thynk it is nocht necessare.
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Quhen all wes brynt, flesche, blud, & bonis,
Hyllis, valais, stokis, and stonis,
The Cuntre sank, for to conclude;
Quhare now standith ane vglye flude,
The quhilk is callit the dede see,
Nixt to the cuntre of Iudee,
Quhose stynkand strandis, blak as tar,
The flewre of it men felith on far.
In tyll Orocius thow may reid
Off that cuntre the lenth and breid.
Of lenth, fyftye mylis and two,
And fourtene myle in breid, also.
Hyllis, valais, stokis, and stonis,
The Cuntre sank, for to conclude;
Quhare now standith ane vglye flude,
The quhilk is callit the dede see,
Nixt to the cuntre of Iudee,
Quhose stynkand strandis, blak as tar,
The flewre of it men felith on far.
In tyll Orocius thow may reid
Off that cuntre the lenth and breid.
Of lenth, fyftye mylis and two,
And fourtene myle in breid, also.
Lott of his wyfe wes so agast
That he tyll A wyld Montane past.
Off cumpanye he had no mo
Except his lustye Douchteris two,
And, be thare prouocatioun,
As Moyses makith narratioun,
Allone in to that montane wylde,
His Douchteris boith he gat with chylde.
For thay beleuit, in thare thocht,
That all the warld wes gone to nocht,
As it become of that Natioun,
Thynkand that Generatioun
Wald faill, withoute thay craftellye
Gar thare Father with thame to lye.
And so thay fand ane crafty wyle,
Quhow thay thare Father mycht begyle,
And causit hym to drynk wycht wyne,
Quhilk men to Lychorye doith Inclyne.
Quhen he wes full, and fallin on sleip,
His Douchteris quyetlye did creip
In tyll his bed, full secreitlye,
Prouokand hym with thame to lye.
And knew nocht quhow he wes begylde,
Tyll boith his Douchteris wer with chylde;
And bure two Sonnis, in certane,
Thay beand in that wyld Montane,
Off quhome two Nationis did proceid,
As in the scripture thow may reid.
In the quhilk scripture thow may se
Att lenth this wofull misarie.
That he tyll A wyld Montane past.
Off cumpanye he had no mo
Except his lustye Douchteris two,
And, be thare prouocatioun,
As Moyses makith narratioun,
Allone in to that montane wylde,
His Douchteris boith he gat with chylde.
For thay beleuit, in thare thocht,
That all the warld wes gone to nocht,
As it become of that Natioun,
Thynkand that Generatioun
Wald faill, withoute thay craftellye
Gar thare Father with thame to lye.
And so thay fand ane crafty wyle,
Quhow thay thare Father mycht begyle,
And causit hym to drynk wycht wyne,
Quhilk men to Lychorye doith Inclyne.
Quhen he wes full, and fallin on sleip,
His Douchteris quyetlye did creip
In tyll his bed, full secreitlye,
Prouokand hym with thame to lye.
And knew nocht quhow he wes begylde,
Tyll boith his Douchteris wer with chylde;
And bure two Sonnis, in certane,
Thay beand in that wyld Montane,
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As in the scripture thow may reid.
In the quhilk scripture thow may se
Att lenth this wofull misarie.
This misarie become, but weir,
From Noeis flude thre hundreth ȝeir,
To gidther with four score and alewin,
As comptit Carione, full ewin.
And efter Noeis deith, I ges,
Ane and fourtye ȝeir thare wes,
Quhen Abraham was of aige, I wene,
Foure score of ȝeris and nynteine,
Quhen this foule Syn of Sodomye,
Was puneisit so regorouslye.
Gret God Preserue ws, in our tyme,
That we commit nocht sic ane cryme.
From Noeis flude thre hundreth ȝeir,
To gidther with four score and alewin,
As comptit Carione, full ewin.
And efter Noeis deith, I ges,
Ane and fourtye ȝeir thare wes,
Quhen Abraham was of aige, I wene,
Foure score of ȝeris and nynteine,
Quhen this foule Syn of Sodomye,
Was puneisit so regorouslye.
Gret God Preserue ws, in our tyme,
That we commit nocht sic ane cryme.
Tiddius It wer for me to tell
This Monarche duryng quhat befell,
And wounderis that in erth wer wrocht,
Quhilk to thy purpose langith nocht.
As quhow the peple of Israell
Did lang tyme in to Egypt dwell,
And of thare gret puneisioun,
Throuch Pharois persecusioun;
And quhow Moyses did thame conuoye
Throuch the reid sey, with mekle Ioye,
Quhare kyng Pharo, rycht misarably,
Wes drownit, with all his huge army;
And quhow that peple wandrand wes
Fourtye ȝeiris in wyldernes.
Moyses, that tyme, as I heir saye,
Ressauit the Law on Mont Sinay.
That tyme, Iosue throuch Iordan
Led those peple to Canaan,
Quhare Saule, Dauid, and Salamone,
With Hebrew Kyngis mony one,
Did rychelye ryng in that countre,
Induryng this first Monarche.
This Monarche duryng quhat befell,
And wounderis that in erth wer wrocht,
Quhilk to thy purpose langith nocht.
As quhow the peple of Israell
Did lang tyme in to Egypt dwell,
And of thare gret puneisioun,
Throuch Pharois persecusioun;
And quhow Moyses did thame conuoye
Throuch the reid sey, with mekle Ioye,
Quhare kyng Pharo, rycht misarably,
Wes drownit, with all his huge army;
And quhow that peple wandrand wes
Fourtye ȝeiris in wyldernes.
Moyses, that tyme, as I heir saye,
Ressauit the Law on Mont Sinay.
That tyme, Iosue throuch Iordan
Led those peple to Canaan,
Quhare Saule, Dauid, and Salamone,
With Hebrew Kyngis mony one,
Did rychelye ryng in that countre,
Induryng this first Monarche.
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The Sege of Thebes, misarabyll,
Quhare blude wes sched, Incomparabyll,
Off nobyll men, in to those dayis,
With vtheris terribyll affrayis.
As quhow the Grekis wrocht vengeance
Apone the nobyll Troyiance,
Because that Pareis did conuoye,
Perfors, fair Helena to Troye,
Quhilk wes king Menelaus wyfe,
Quhare mony one thousand loste thare lyfe.
Quhare blude wes sched, Incomparabyll,
Off nobyll men, in to those dayis,
With vtheris terribyll affrayis.
As quhow the Grekis wrocht vengeance
Apone the nobyll Troyiance,
Because that Pareis did conuoye,
Perfors, fair Helena to Troye,
Quhilk wes king Menelaus wyfe,
Quhare mony one thousand loste thare lyfe.
That tyme, the vailȝeant Hercules
Out throuch the warld did hym addres,
Quhare he did mony ane douchtye deid,
As in his storye thow may reid;
And quhow, throuch Dyonere, his wyfe,
That Campione did lose his lyfe.
In flammand fyre full furiouslye
The deith he sufferit creuellye.
Out throuch the warld did hym addres,
Quhare he did mony ane douchtye deid,
As in his storye thow may reid;
And quhow, throuch Dyonere, his wyfe,
That Campione did lose his lyfe.
In flammand fyre full furiouslye
The deith he sufferit creuellye.
That tyme, Remus and Romolus
Did found that Citie most famous
Off Rome, standing in Italie,
As in thare storye thow may se.
Wald thow reid Titus Leuius,
Thow suld fynd warkis wounderus,
Quhose douchtye deidis ar weill kende,
And salbe to the warldis ende,
Thocht thay began with creueltie,
And endit with misaritie,
As bene the maner, to conclude,
Off all scheddaris of saikles blude.
Did found that Citie most famous
Off Rome, standing in Italie,
As in thare storye thow may se.
Wald thow reid Titus Leuius,
Thow suld fynd warkis wounderus,
Quhose douchtye deidis ar weill kende,
And salbe to the warldis ende,
Thocht thay began with creueltie,
And endit with misaritie,
As bene the maner, to conclude,
Off all scheddaris of saikles blude.
In Grece the ornat Poetry,
Medecene, Musike, Astronomy,
Duryng this first Monarche began,
Be Homerus, that famous man,
To gydder with Hesiodus,
As diuers Auctoris schawis ws.
It wer lang to put in ryme
The bukis quhilk thay wret in thare tyme,
Thir wer the actis principell
That Monarche duryng quhilk befell.
As for gude Abraham and his seid,
In to the Bibyll thow may reid,
Quhow, in this tyme, as I heir tell,
Began the Kyngdome Spirituell,
As I haue schawin to the affore,
Quharefor I speik of thame no more.
Medecene, Musike, Astronomy,
Duryng this first Monarche began,
Be Homerus, that famous man,
To gydder with Hesiodus,
As diuers Auctoris schawis ws.
It wer lang to put in ryme
The bukis quhilk thay wret in thare tyme,
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That Monarche duryng quhilk befell.
As for gude Abraham and his seid,
In to the Bibyll thow may reid,
Quhow, in this tyme, as I heir tell,
Began the Kyngdome Spirituell,
As I haue schawin to the affore,
Quharefor I speik of thame no more.
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