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THE KINGIS QUAIK.
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Till Jupiter his merci list aduert,
And send confort in relesche of my smert.
26 Quhare as In ward full oft I wold bewaille
My dedely lyf, full of peyne and penance,
Saing ryg^t thus, “ quhat haue I gilt, to faille
My fredome in this warld and my plesance ?
Sen euery wight has thereof suffisance,
That I behold, and I a creature
Put from all this—hard Is myn auewture !
27 The bird, the beste, the fisch eke In the see,
They lyve in fredome, eumch In his kynd;
And I a man, and lakkith libertee;
Quhat schall I seyne, quhat resou« may I fynd,
That fortune suld do so ? ”—thaj In my mynd
My folk I wold argewe, bot all for no^t;
Was non that mygAt, that on my peynes rought.
28 Than wold I say, “gif god me had deuisit
To lyve my lyf in thraldome thus and pyne,
Quhat was the cause that he [me] more comprisit
Than othir folk to lyve in suich ruyne ?
I suffers allone amang the figum nyne,
Ane wofull wrecche that to no wight may spede,
And jit of euery lyvis help1 hath nede.”
29 The long[e] dayes and the nyghtis eke
I wold bewaille my fortune in this wise,
For quhich, agane distresse confort to seke,
My custum was on mornis for to ryse
Airly as day ; o happy excercise !
By the come I to loye out of torment.
Bot now to purpose of my first entent:—
1 In drede was written after help, but is crossed through.

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