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THE BLIND BARONIS COMFORT.
Blind man be blyth, althocht that thow be wrangit;
Thocht Blythe be herreit, tak no melancholie;
Thow sall be blyth, quhan that thay sall be hangit,
That Blythe hes spulyeit sa maliciouslie:
Be blyth, and glaid, that nane persaive in thé
That thy blythnes consistis into richess;
Bot thow art blyth, that thow eternallie
Sall ring with God in eternal blythness.
Thocht Blythe be herreit, tak no melancholie;
Thow sall be blyth, quhan that thay sall be hangit,
That Blythe hes spulyeit sa maliciouslie:
Be blyth, and glaid, that nane persaive in thé
That thy blythnes consistis into richess;
Bot thow art blyth, that thow eternallie
Sall ring with God in eternal blythness.
Thocht thay have spulyeit Blythe of guidis and geir,
Yet have thay thieves left lyand still the land;
Quhilk to transport was nocht in thair poweir,
Nor yit will be, thocht na man thame gainestand:
Thairfoir be blythe, the tym may be at hand
Quhen that Blythe sall be yit, with Godis grace,
As weill plenneist, as ever thay it fand;
Quhill sum sall rew the rinning of that race.
Yet have thay thieves left lyand still the land;
Quhilk to transport was nocht in thair poweir,
Nor yit will be, thocht na man thame gainestand:
Thairfoir be blythe, the tym may be at hand
Quhen that Blythe sall be yit, with Godis grace,
As weill plenneist, as ever thay it fand;
Quhill sum sall rew the rinning of that race.
Ay to be blyth ay outwardlie appeir,
That be na man it may persavit be
That thow pansis for tynsall of thy geir,
Lest thy unfrendis, that ar proud and hie,
Be blyth and glaid of thy adversitie:
Thairfoir be stout, and gar thame understand,
For loss of geir thow takest na suffrie;
For yit be glad thow hes aneuch of land.
That be na man it may persavit be
That thow pansis for tynsall of thy geir,
Lest thy unfrendis, that ar proud and hie,
Be blyth and glaid of thy adversitie:
Thairfoir be stout, and gar thame understand,
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For yit be glad thow hes aneuch of land.
Be blyth, and glad, than ay in thy intent,
For lesum blythnes is ane happie thing;
Be thow nocht blyth, quhat vaileth land or rent?
And thow be blythe is caus of lang leiving:
Be thow nocht blyth, thocht that thow war an king,
Thy lyf is nocht bot cair without blythness;
Thairfoir be blyth, and pray to God us bring
Till his blythness, and joy that is endless.
For lesum blythnes is ane happie thing;
Be thow nocht blyth, quhat vaileth land or rent?
And thow be blythe is caus of lang leiving:
Be thow nocht blyth, thocht that thow war an king,
Thy lyf is nocht bot cair without blythness;
Thairfoir be blyth, and pray to God us bring
Till his blythness, and joy that is endless.
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