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XXIX. [THAT HIS HAIRT IS WOUNDIT.]
The cruell pane and grevous smart,
That I endure, baith day and nicht,
Hes so bereft my woundit hairt,
That I am lyk nane other wight.
With pansing sair I am opprest,
In absence of hir I love best.
That I endure, baith day and nicht,
Hes so bereft my woundit hairt,
That I am lyk nane other wight.
With pansing sair I am opprest,
In absence of hir I love best.
Sometym I buir ane hert wes frie,
Quhilk nevir will be so agane;
Thoght Cupid markit oft at me,
He wastit monie a shot in vane:
Ȝit Fortun broght me in that place,
Quhare I might sie hir plesand face.
Quhilk nevir will be so agane;
Thoght Cupid markit oft at me,
He wastit monie a shot in vane:
Ȝit Fortun broght me in that place,
Quhare I might sie hir plesand face.
A burning darte of hot desyre,
That bearne buir aluayis at his belt,
Quhairwith he set my breist on fyre,
And maid my woundit hairt to melt.
Fra I the force thairof did feild,
I wes constraned for to ȝeeld
That bearne buir aluayis at his belt,
Quhairwith he set my breist on fyre,
And maid my woundit hairt to melt.
Fra I the force thairof did feild,
I wes constraned for to ȝeeld
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To hir, the lustiest on lyve
That euer was, or euer will be;
Quhais beutie does with Venus stryve,
And, in the end, gettis victorie.
Hir colour does exceid, als far
As Phœbus does the morning star.
That euer was, or euer will be;
Quhais beutie does with Venus stryve,
And, in the end, gettis victorie.
Hir colour does exceid, als far
As Phœbus does the morning star.
Hir hair above hir forheid grouis,
By Natur curling bright and shene;
Hir brouis they are lyk bendit bouis,
Hir ees lyk pearcing arroues kene;
Quharuith sho hes me woundit so,
I want a harte—and she hes tuo.
By Natur curling bright and shene;
Hir brouis they are lyk bendit bouis,
Hir ees lyk pearcing arroues kene;
Quharuith sho hes me woundit so,
I want a harte—and she hes tuo.
It is a thing most evident,
Quhilk Natur dois to all men give;
It folouis also, consequent,
No man without a harte can live.
Sen ȝe posses my hairt all hours,
Ȝe bruik it weill, an len me ȝours.
Quhilk Natur dois to all men give;
It folouis also, consequent,
No man without a harte can live.
Sen ȝe posses my hairt all hours,
Ȝe bruik it weill, an len me ȝours.
Then freshest Phœnix, freind and fo,
Both fremmd and freindly, nou fair weill.
Quhen I sall be full far the fro,
My verse before thy feet sall kneill,
To caus thee tak this hairt to thee,
Quhilk wald no more remane with me.
Both fremmd and freindly, nou fair weill.
Quhen I sall be full far the fro,
My verse before thy feet sall kneill,
To caus thee tak this hairt to thee,
Quhilk wald no more remane with me.
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