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THE KINGIS QUAIR.
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And gif I crye, sche wate no^t quhat I say:
Thus, quhat is best, wate I no^t be this day:
“ Bot blawe wynd, blawe, and do the leuis schake,
That sum twig may wag, and mak hir to wake.”
61 With that anon ryg-^t [sc]he toke vp a sang,
Quhare come anon mo birdis and alight;
Bot than, to here the mirth was tham amang,
Over that to, to see the suete sicht
Off hyr ymage ! my spirit was so light,
Me tho£$t I flawe for loye wftAout arest,
So were my wittis boundin all to fest.
62 And to the notis of the philomene,
QuhilkzV sche sang, the ditee there I maid
Direct to hire that was my hertis quene,
Withoutin quhom no songis may me glade;
And to that sanct, [there] walking in the schade,
My bedis thus, with humble hert entere,
Deuotly [than] I said on this manere:—
63 “ Quhen sail your merc\ rew vpon ^oar man,
Quhois smiice is jit vncouth vnto jow ?
Sen, quhen je go, ther is no^/zt ellis than ! ”
Bot, hert! quhere as the body may x\ogh\. throu,
Folow thy hevin! quho suld be glad bot thou
That suich a gyde to folow has vndez-take ?
Were It throu hell, the way thou no^t forsake !
64 And tiler this, the birdis euezichone
Tuke vp an othir sang full loud and clere,
And wz't^ a voce said, “ wele is vs begone,
That with cure makis are togidez- here ;
We proyne and play wzt^out dout and dangere,
All clothit In a soyte full fresch and newe,
In lufis sendee besy, glad, and trewe.
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