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THE KINGIS QUAIR.
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43 Or ar je god Cupidis owin princesse,
And cuwmyn are to louse me out of band ?
Or ar 30 verray nature the goddesse,
That haue depaynted with jowr hevinly hand
This gardyn full of floum, as they stand ?
Quhat sail I think, allace! quhat reuerence
Sail I mi«[i]ste7- to ^our excellence?
44 Gif 30 a goddesse be, and that 30 like
To do me payne, I may It no^t astert;
Gif 30 be warldly wight, that dooth me sike,
Quhy lest god mak 30U so, my derrest hert,
To do a sely pnsoner thus smert,
That lufis 30W all, and wote of no^t hot wo ?
And therefor, merci, suete ! sen It is so.”
45 Quhen I a lytill thrawe had maid my moon,
Bewailling myn infortune and my chance,
Vnknawin[g] how or quhat was best to doon,
So ferre I fallen [was] in1 lufis dance,
That sodeynly my wit, my contenance,
My hert, my will, my nature, and my mynd,
Was changit clene ry^t In an-othir kynd.
46 Off hir array the form gif I sail write,
Toward, hir goldin haire and rich atyre
In fret-wise couchit [were] with perllis quhite
And grete balas lemyng as the fyre,
With mony ane emeraut and faire saphire ;
And on hir hede a chaplet fresch of hewe,
Off plumys partit rede, and quhite, and blewe;
47 Full of quaking spangis bry^t as gold,
Forgit of schap like to the amorettw,
So new, so fresch, so plesant to behold,
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