PART OF THE PROLOGUE то SIR DAVID LYNDESAY'S DREAM. I WRITTEN IN THE REIGN OF KING JAMES V. I. N the kalendies of Januarie When fresche PHOEBUS by moving circulair II. Efter that I the lang wynteris night Throw hevy thought, that na way sleep I micht, Sa up I rois, and cleithit me anone By this fair Titan with his lemis licht O'er all the land had spread his baner bricht. R III. With cloke and hude I dreffit me belive, Zet fure I forth lanfing ourthort the landis, IV. I met dame FLORA in dule weid difagyfit, V. The fmall fowlis in flockis faw I flee To nature makand lamentatioun, They lichit down befide me on ane tree, And with ane piteous exclamation They faid "blyffit be fomer with his flouris, "And waryit be thou wynter with thy fchowris. VI. 66 "Allace AURORE, (the fillie lark did cry) Quhair has thou left thy balmy liquour fweit, "That us rejoifit mounting in the sky? 66 Thy filver drops are turned into fleit. "Of fair PHEBUS quhair is the holfum heit, 66 Qhuy tholis thow thy hevinlie plesand face, "With mystie vapouris to be obscurit, allace! 66 VII. Qhuair art thou May, with June thy fifter fchene "Weill bordourit with dafeis of delyte ? "And gentill Julie, with thy mantill grene, "Allace! quhait gentill hart may this indure? VIII. "Ovirfilit ar with cloudis odious "The goldin fkyis of the orient, 66 Changeing in forrow our fing melodious, Quhilk we had wont to fing with gude intent, "Refoundand to the hevinnis firmament, "But now our day is changed into the nicht," With that they rofe and flew forth of my ficht. HARDY KNUTE A FRAGMENT. I. TATELY ftept he east the wa, STAT And stately stept he west, Full seventy zeirs he now had fene, He livit quhen Britons breach of faith And ay his fword tauld to their coft, He was their deidly fae. II. Hie on a hill his castle ftude, With halls and touris a hicht, And guidly chambers fair to fe, Seif ELENOR the queen. III. Full thirtein fons to him scho bare, In bluidy ficht with fword in hand Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, IV. Great luve they bare to FAIRLY fair, Their fifter faft and deir, Her girdle shawd her middle gimp, V. The king of Norfe in fummer tyde, With noble chiefs in braif aray, Drinking the blude-reid wyne. |