The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie Edited by James Cranstoun |
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THE POETS COMPLANTE AGAINST THE WNKYNDNES OF HIS
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V. THE POETS COMPLANTE AGAINST THE WNKYNDNES OF HIS COMPANIONS VHEN HE WES IN PRISONE.
No wonder thoght I waill and weip,
That womplit am in woes;
I sigh, I sobbe, vhen I suld sleep;
My spreit can not repose.
My persone is in prisone pynit,
And my companions so vnkind,
Melancholie mischeivis my mind,
That I can not rejose.
That womplit am in woes;
I sigh, I sobbe, vhen I suld sleep;
My spreit can not repose.
My persone is in prisone pynit,
And my companions so vnkind,
Melancholie mischeivis my mind,
That I can not rejose.
So long I lookit for releif,
Vhill trewlie nou I tyre;
My guttis ar grippit so with grief,
It eitis me vp in yre.
The fremmitnes that I haif felt,
For syte and sorrou garris me suelt,
And maks my hairt within me melt
Lyk waxe befor the fyre.
Vhill trewlie nou I tyre;
My guttis ar grippit so with grief,
It eitis me vp in yre.
The fremmitnes that I haif felt,
For syte and sorrou garris me suelt,
And maks my hairt within me melt
Lyk waxe befor the fyre.
Quhen men or wemen visitis me,
My dolour I disguyse;
By outuard sight that nane may sie
Quhair inward langour lyis.
Als patient as my pairt appeirs,
With hevy hairt, vhen no man heirs,
For baill then burst I out in teirs,
Alane with cairfull cryis.
My dolour I disguyse;
By outuard sight that nane may sie
Quhair inward langour lyis.
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With hevy hairt, vhen no man heirs,
For baill then burst I out in teirs,
Alane with cairfull cryis.
All day I wot not vhat to do,
I loth to sie the licht;
At evin then I am trublit, to;
So noysum is the nicht.
Quhen Natur most requyrs to rest,
With pansing so I am opprest,
So mony things my mynd molest,
My sleiping is bot slicht.
I loth to sie the licht;
At evin then I am trublit, to;
So noysum is the nicht.
Quhen Natur most requyrs to rest,
With pansing so I am opprest,
So mony things my mynd molest,
My sleiping is bot slicht.
Remembring me vhair I haif bene
Both lykit and belovt,
And nou sensyne vhat I haif sene,
My mynd may be commovt.
If any of my dolour dout,
Let ilkane sey thair tym about:
Perhaps vhois stomok is most stout,
Its patience may be provt.
Both lykit and belovt,
And nou sensyne vhat I haif sene,
My mynd may be commovt.
If any of my dolour dout,
Let ilkane sey thair tym about:
Perhaps vhois stomok is most stout,
Its patience may be provt.
I sie, and namely nou a dayis,
All is not gold that gleitis;
Nor to be seald that ilkane sayis;
Nor water all that weitis.
Sen fristed goods ar not forgivin,
Quhen cuppe is full, then hold it evin;
For man may meit at unsetstevin,
Thoght montanis nevir meitis.
All is not gold that gleitis;
Nor to be seald that ilkane sayis;
Nor water all that weitis.
Sen fristed goods ar not forgivin,
Quhen cuppe is full, then hold it evin;
For man may meit at unsetstevin,
Thoght montanis nevir meitis.
Then do as ȝee wald be done to,
Belouit brethren all;
For, out of doubt, quhat so ȝe do,
Resaiv the lyk ȝe sall.
And with quhat mesur ȝe do mett,
Prepair again the lyk to gett.
Ȝour feet ar not so sicker sett,
Bot fortun ȝe may fall.
Belouit brethren all;
For, out of doubt, quhat so ȝe do,
Resaiv the lyk ȝe sall.
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Prepair again the lyk to gett.
Ȝour feet ar not so sicker sett,
Bot fortun ȝe may fall.
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