 | A Spiritvall propine of a Pastour to his People |  |
GOD HIS WEALE.
I cair not for Parnassus bankes, nor Pindus stately breas,For Theocren her streames and aire, dois me refresh and ease.
Nor wish I for Aonis welle, nor springs of Helicon,
For Theocren aboundantly, dois me content alone.
Quhilk plennishes my breast and mind, with water and with wond:
Sa that my beames with Swadas mearch, dois fullelie abound.
| A Spiritvall propine of a Pastour to his People | |