The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie Edited by James Cranstoun |
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IV. THE POETS COMPLAINT OF HIS NATIVITIE.
Since that the Hevins are hinderers of my hap,
And all the starris so strange against me stand,
Quhy kild not Jove me with his thunder clap,
Hou soon the midwyfe held me in hir hand?
Quhy wald not Mercure with his wrethin wand
Depryve me baith of senses, wit, and shape,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
And all the starris so strange against me stand,
Quhy kild not Jove me with his thunder clap,
Hou soon the midwyfe held me in hir hand?
Quhy wald not Mercure with his wrethin wand
Depryve me baith of senses, wit, and shape,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
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Quhy thoild my mothers bouels me to breath?
Quhy wes hir belly not my bureall bed?
Quhy wes not hir delyverie my death?
Quhy suelt I not, so soon as we wer shed?
Quhy come the Muses and my cradle cled?
Quhat movit these Vestal Virgins me to wrap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes hir belly not my bureall bed?
Quhy wes not hir delyverie my death?
Quhy suelt I not, so soon as we wer shed?
Quhy come the Muses and my cradle cled?
Quhat movit these Vestal Virgins me to wrap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes my mother blyth vhen I wes borne?
Quhy heght the Weirds my weilfair to advance?
Quhy wes my birth on Eister day at morne?
Quhy did Apollo then appeir to dance?
Quhy gaiv he me good morou with a glance?
Quhy leugh he in his golden chair and lap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy heght the Weirds my weilfair to advance?
Quhy wes my birth on Eister day at morne?
Quhy did Apollo then appeir to dance?
Quhy gaiv he me good morou with a glance?
Quhy leugh he in his golden chair and lap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy had he me to Helicon to heive?
Quhy wes I novece to the Nobles nyne?
Quhy did the gods for godbarne-gift me geive
Ambrosian bread and hevinly nectar wyn,
To quintessence a goldin grave ingyne,
Both for invention and for uttrance apt,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes I novece to the Nobles nyne?
Quhy did the gods for godbarne-gift me geive
Ambrosian bread and hevinly nectar wyn,
To quintessence a goldin grave ingyne,
Both for invention and for uttrance apt,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes I nurisht with the noble Nymphs?
Quhy wes I fostred for to flie with fame?
For drinking of these Ladyis hallouit lymphs,
Extold among ye rare men wes my name.
Quhy did Apollo Poet me proclame,
To cleith my heid with his grene laurell cap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes I fostred for to flie with fame?
For drinking of these Ladyis hallouit lymphs,
Extold among ye rare men wes my name.
Quhy did Apollo Poet me proclame,
To cleith my heid with his grene laurell cap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhat helpeth me, thought Maia or Minerve
With hevinly fury haif my spreit infusde?
Quhat do these sacred ceremonies serve,
Quhilks they haif on thair auin adoptit wsde?
Quhat profits me vhom fortun hes refusde,
Thoght with my king in credit once I crap,
Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
With hevinly fury haif my spreit infusde?
Quhat do these sacred ceremonies serve,
Quhilks they haif on thair auin adoptit wsde?
Quhat profits me vhom fortun hes refusde,
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Since that the Hevins ar hinderers of my hap?
Quhy wes my will to vertue mair then vyce?
Quhy wes I faithfull, and refusde to fane?
Quhy soght I aye warme water vnder yce,
Quhair wylis availls and veritie is vane?
Forgive me this, and if I do it agane,
Then tak me with the foxis taill a flap,
Since that the Hevins are hinderers of my hap.
Quhy wes I faithfull, and refusde to fane?
Quhy soght I aye warme water vnder yce,
Quhair wylis availls and veritie is vane?
Forgive me this, and if I do it agane,
Then tak me with the foxis taill a flap,
Since that the Hevins are hinderers of my hap.
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