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THE WORKS OF SIR DAVID LINDSAY
Abhorrit, deformit,
Thow on thy breist sail gang,
In feiding, and leiding.
Thy lyfe the beistis araang.”
The woman nixt, for hir offence,
[Fol. 136.] Did of the Lord ressaif sentence
Hir sorrow sowld incress,
With wo and pane hir childrene beir,
Subdewit to man, vndir his feir.
No liberty possess.
For Adamis fait he curst the erth,
That barane it sowld be ;
Withowt labour sowld .jeild na birth
Off coirnis, erb, nor tre ;
But wirking, and irking.
For evir sowld remane.
And being, in deing.
In erth returne agane.
O crewall serpent, vennemus,
Dispytfull, and seditious.
The grund of all our cair :
Thow fals bound slave vnto the divill,
Thow first inventar of the evill.
Off bliss quhilk maid ws bair :
O diuillis slaive, did thow belief.
Or how had thow sic grace
Thairby for evir thow micht leif
Aboif in to that place ?
Thy grudgeing, gat scrudgeing.
And swa God lute the sie,
A dissaver, no cravar.
Off his reward sowld be.
O dilicat dame, with eiris bent,
That harknit to that fals serpent,
Thy banie we may sair ban ;
Without excuse thow art to blame,
Thow iustly hes obtenit that name.
The verry wo of man.
With teiris we may bewaill & greit
That wickit tyme and tyd,
Quhen Adame was caussit to sleip.
And thow tane of his syd.
No sleiping, bot weiping.
Thy seid hes fund sensyne :
Thy eitting, and sweitting.
Is turnd to wo and pyne.
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