A Spiritvall propine of a Pastour to his People [by James Melville] |
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The Author to the Reader, anent the Commendatorie Sonnets. |
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The Author to the Reader, anent the Commendatorie Sonnets.
I pat my papers in sum Pastors handTo be perus'de, and censur'd sikkerlie.
When they returnd, I lurke on them and sande
Them weill be-deckt with Sonnets as you sie.
Take not their praises (Reader) meaned of me:
Bot of the mater quhilk my Muse intreats:
Of that their loue, would wish my Buik to bie
Als gud indeed, as in their kynd conceates.
For like as honest men of their estates,
Allowes not foolish flattring words and wain
Sa certainely my hart extreamely hates,
Sik praysing as may iustly moue disdain.
Think weill of all, this onely they profes.
To prayse the TRVTH that they may it embres.
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