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THE KINGIS QUAIR.
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And on his long[e] jalow lokkA schene
A chaplet had he all of levis grene.
96 And In a retrete lytill of compas,
Depeyntit all wdA sighis wonder sad,
No^/A suich sighis as hertis doith manace,
Bot suich as dooth lufanV to be glad,
Fond I ventis vpon hir bed, that had
A mantill cast over hir schuldris quhite
Thus clothit was the goddesse of delyte.
97 Stude at the dure fair-calling, hir vschere,
That coude his office doon In coanyng wis<?,
And secretee, hir thrifty chamberere,
That besy was In tyme to do smus*?,
And othir mo that I can nog/it on avisf;
And on hir hede, of rede rosis full suete,
A chapellet sche had, fain?, fresch, and mete.
98 WdA quaking hert astonate of that sight,
Vnnethis wist I quhat that I suld seyne;
Bot at the last[e] febily as I myg/it,
With my handis on bothe my kneis tueyne,
There I begouth my cam to compleyne;
With ane humble and laimwtable chere
Thus salute I that goddess^ bryght and clere :
99 “ T T YE quene of lufe ! stern? of beneuolence!
x x Pitousi? princes, and planet mmnable!
Appesan? of malice and violence !
By vertew pure of joar aspectis hable,
Vnto ^oure grace lat now ben acceptable
My pure request, that can no forthir gone
To seken help, bot vnto jow allone !