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The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie

Edited by James Cranstoun

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L. SANG ON THE LADY MARGARET MONTGOMERIE.
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L. SANG ON THE LADY MARGARET MONTGOMERIE.

Luiffaris, leif of to loif so hie
Ȝour ladyes; and thame styell no mair,
But peir, the erthlie A per se,
And flour of feminine maist fair:
Sen thair is ane without compair,
Sic tytillis in ȝour sanges deleit;
And prays the pereles [perle] preclair,
Montgomrie, maikles Margareit.
Quhose port, and pereles pulchritud,
Fair forme, and face angelicall,
Sua meik, and full of mansuetud,
With vertew supernaturall,
Makdome, and proper memberis all,
Sa perfyte, and with joy repleit,
Pruiffis hir, but peir or peregall,
Of maidis the maikles Margareit.
Sa wyse in ȝouth, and verteous;
Sic ressounis for to reull the rest,
As in greit age wer mervelous;
Sua manerlie, myld, and modest;
Sa grave, sa gracious, and digest;
And in all doingis sa discreit;
The maist bening, and boniest,
Mirrour of madinis, Margareit.

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Pigmaleon, that ane portratour,
Be painting craft, did sa decoir,
Himself thairwith in paramour
Fell suddanlie, and smert thairfoir;—
Wer he alyve, he wald deploir
His folie, and his love forleit,
This fairer patrone to adoir
Of maidis the maikles Margareit.
Or had this nymphe bene in these dayis
Quhen Paris judgit in Helicon,
Venus had not obtenit sic prayis:
Scho, and the goddessis ilk one,
Wald have preferrit this paragon,
As marrowit, but matche, most meit
The goldin ball to bruik alone;
Merveling in this Margareit.
Quhose nobill birth, and royall bluid,
Hir better nature dois exeid.
Hir native giftes, and graces gud,
Sua bonteouslie declarris indeid
As waill, and wit of womanheid,
That sa with vertew dois ouerfleit,
Happie is he that sall posseid
In marriage this Margareit!
Helpe, and graunt hap, gud Hemene!
Lat not thy pairt in hir inlaik;
Nor lat not doulful destanie,
Mishap, or fortoun, worke hir wraik,
Grant lyik vnto hirself ane maik!
That will hir honour, luif, and treit;
And I sall serve him for hir saik.
Fairweill, my Maistres Margareit.
A. M.