¶The warkis of the f …

¶The warkis of the fa­mous and vorthie Knicht Schir Dauid Lyndesay of the Mont, Alias, Lyoun King of Armes. Newly correctit, and vindicate from the former errouris quhairwith thay war befoir cor­ruptit: and augmentit with sindrie warkis quhilk was not befoir Imprentit.

¶The contentis of the buke, and quhat warkis ar augmentit, the nixt syde sall schaw.

¶Viuet etiam post funera virtus.

❧IOB. VII.

¶Militia est vita hominis super terram.

¶Newlie Imprentit be IOHNE SCOT, at the expensis of Henrie Charteris: and ar to be sauld in his Buith, on the north syde of the gait, aboue the Throne.

❧CVM PRIVILEGIO REGALI. ANNO. DO. M.D.LXVIII.

❧THE CONTENTIS OF THIS BVKE FOLLOWING. ❧ (✿) ❧

¶Ane Dialog betuix Father Experience and ane Courteour, of the Miserabill estait of the warld: deuydir in four bukis, or in four Monarcheis.

¶The Testament and Complaynt of our Souerane Lordis Papingo, King Iames the Fyft.

¶The dreme, direct to our said Souerane Lord, quhairin ar contenit,

¶The diuisioun of the eirth.

¶The descriptioun of Paradice.

¶The descriptioun of the Realme of Scotland.

¶And the complaint of the Commoun weill of Scotland.

¶Ane exhortatioun to the Kingis grace.

¶The Complaint vnto the Kingis grace, omittit in the Imprentingis of Rowen and Londoun.

¶The Tragedie of Dauid Betoun Cardinall, and Archebischop of Sanctandrois.

¶The deploratioun of the deith of Quene Magdalene.

¶Ane answer to the Kingis flyting, neuer befoir Imprentit.

¶The Complaynt and Confessioun, of Bagsche, ye Kingis auld hoūd, direct to Bawtie, and his Companȝeonis.

¶Ane supplicatioun to the Kingis grace, in contemptioun of syde tail­lis, and missellit facis.

¶Kitteis Confessioun.

¶The Iusting betuix Iames watsone, and Iohne Barbour, familiar seruitouris to King Iames the Fyft.

❧VNTO THE GODLIE AND CHRI­stiane Reidar, Henrie Charteris, wischis grace, and peice from Iesus Christ our Saluiour. with the perpetuall assistence of his halic Spirite.

IT is the commoun and accustomit maner (gentill reidar) of all thame quhilk dois prohemiate vpon ony vther manis wark, cheiflie to tra­uel about twa pointis. The ane is, to declair the properteis of ye Au­thour, nocht onlie externall, as his originall, birth, vocatioun, estait, strenth, giftis of the bodie, substance, & maner of leuing: bot alswa inter­nall: as the qualiteis, habites, & dispositiones of the mynde, his ingyne, knawlege, wisdome, giftis of the Spirit, and all vther verre wis quhilk culd iustlie be knawin to haue bene in him. Bot seing it is nocht monie ȝeiris past, sen it hes pleisit the eternall God, to call our Authour, out of the miserabill and trubilsum calamiteis of this transiteric lyfe, vntil his celestiall ioy, and heuinlie habitatioun, swa that the memorie of him is bot as ȝit recent, & not out of the hartis of mony ȝit leuand, to quhome his haill maner of lyfe was better knawin than vnto me, I think it not greitlie neidfull to tary the thairon, bot will remit the to lerne it at yair mouthis. The vther is, to declair his maner of wryting, the vtili [...]ie of his warkis, & quhat frute, profite, and commoditie may ensew and follow to the diligent reidar and reuoluar of the samin. Nouther in this is it greitly neidfull to me to trauell, seing the samin may be maist esilie & perfytelie knawin be his awin pen. For besydis the plesand and delecta­bill versiz, besy [...]i [...] the craftie and ingenious poeticall inuentionis, be­sydis the frutefull and cōmodious Historyis, ba [...]th humane and diuine: baith recent and ancient: besydis the hailsum and notal [...]i [...]l counsellis & admonitionis to Princis, to Prelates, & to all estatis, quhat vice or ini­quitie rang in his dayis, quhilk he did not cel [...]u [...]e? not onlie of the spiri­tuall, bot alswa of the temporall estait? quhat verteous or cōmend a bill fact, hes he not praisit, and desyrit to be had in the dew honour, and ho­norabill estimatioun. Bot gif we fall consider and wey the tyme, quhen he did wryte the maist pairt of thir warkis, being ane tyme of sa greit & blind ignorance, of manifest and horribill abhominationis and abusis: it is to be meruell it how he durst sa planelie inuey ag [...]nis the wycis of all men: bot cheiflie of the spirituall estait, being sa bludie, & cruell bouche­ouris. He neuer ceissit baith in his graue and merie materis, in cruis [...] & in bourdis: in wryting, and in wordis to challenge and carp thame. It cūmis to my memorie ane prettie trik, quhilk sumtyme I haue hard re­portit of him. The Kingis grace, Iames the Fyft, beand on ane certane tyme accumpany it with ane greit nowmer of his Nobillis, & ane greit menȝe of Bischoppis, Abbottis and Prelatis standing about he quiklie & prettilie inuentit ane prettie trik to teine yame. He cūmis to the King, and efter greit dewgard & salutationis, he makis him, as thocht he war [Page] to requyre sum wechtie thing of the Kingis grace. The King persauād, demandis quhat he wald haue? he answeris: Schir, I haue seruit ȝour grace lang, & lukis to be rewardit as vtheris ar. And now ȝour maister Tailȝeour at the pleasure of God is departit, quhairfoir I wald desyre of ȝour grace, to bestow this lytil benefite vpon me, as ane part of reward of my lang seruice, to mak me ȝour maister tailȝeour. The King bele­nand in deid his tailȝeour to be departit, sayis to him. Quhairto wald thow be my tailȝeour? thow can nouther schaip nor few? he answeris. Schir, that makis na mater: for ȝe haue geuin Bischoprikis and benefi­ces to mony standing heir about ȝow: and ȝit can thay nouther teiche, nor preiche. And quhy may I not than asweill be ȝour tailȝeour, thocht I can nouther schaip nor sew: seing teiching and preiching is na les re­quisite to thair vocatioū, than sch [...]iping & sewing is to ane tailȝeouris. The King incontinent persauit his consait, and leuch merilie thairat: bot the Bischoppis at sic bourding leuch neuer ane quhit. Na les ernist and vehement was he aganis thame, in his fairsis and publict playis, quhairin he was verray craftie & excellent. Sic ane spring he gaif yame in the play, playit besyde Edinburgh, in presence of the Quene Regent, and ane greit part of the Nobilitie, with ane exceding greit nowmer of pepill, lest and fra. ix. houris afoir none, till .vj. houris at euin, quhair a­mangis mony baith graue materis, and merie trikkis he brocht in ane Bischop, ane Persone, ane Freir, and ane Nun. deckit vp in thair papi­sticall ornamētis, and maner of rayment. And thairefter brocht in King correctioun, quha reformand sindrie deformiteis in his Realme, passit to the tryall of his Clergie. And find and thame to be altogidder Idiotis, vnworthie of ony functioun ecclesiasticall, decernit thame to be degradit of thair digniteis, and spulȝeit of thair officis: quhilk beand executit, & thay denudit of thair vpmaist garmentis, thay war fund bot verray fu­lis, hypocrites, flatteraris, & nouchtie persones. Quhairby he signifyit to the pepill, that howsaeuer thay war estemit of the warld, thay had nathing quhairin thay micht iustlie glorie to be pastouris of Christis Kirk, and feidaris of his flock, bot onlie thair outward ornamentis, and tri­umphant tytillis. Bot beand inwardlie considerit, thay wald be fund bot verray hyrelingis, enemeis to Christ, & deuoraris of his flock. This play did enter with sic greif in thair hartis, that thay studyit be all me­nis to be auengit thairof. Thay conuenit thair prouinciall counsellis, thay consultit how thay suld best sustene thait kingdome inclynand to ruyne, quhilk lairlie had gottin sa publict ane wound: thay ȝeid about to haue his haill warkis condempnit, for hereticall, and cessit not in Kirk and market, publictlie and priuelie, to rage and rayll aganis him, as ane Heretike. Bot to returne to our purpose. Nochtwithstanding the bir­nand fyre borne aganis him in thair breistis, the hatreut cōsauit in thair hartis, thair puissance and power euin in that tyme, quhen thay had the ball at thair fute, quhen nouther Prince, nor vther was abil to withstād [Page] thame, ȝit culd thay neuer get power ouer this sempil man, nor haif ya [...] harus satiat of him. Thay had thair Canoun Lawis: thay had the Mu­nicipal Lawis of the Realme, and actis of Parliament haldin be yat sa­min King, quhame he seruit, with quhon c [...]rom his ȝouth vp he cōuer­sit, that na man suld ressoun or call in dout the authoritie of thair spiri­tuall Father: that Imagis suld be honourit: that the libertie of hali [...] Kirk (as thay namit it) suld be mantenit, and defendit. And gif ony war suspectit in ony hereticall point, aganis the cōmandementis of this yair Kirk, incontinent thay war cytit, thay war apprehendit, and incarcerat in strang presoun: & finallie thay war cōpellit outher to abiure (quhair­throw thay remamt infamit all thair dayis, nouther micht enioy honou­ris, nor digniteis for thair tyme) or ellis thay behourt maist cruellie suf­fer the fyre. How cūmis it than, that this our Authour being sa plane a­ganis thame, and as it war professit enemie to thame, culd eschaip thair snairis, quhen vtheris in doing les hes cruellie perischit? Sum will think, because his wryting was cōmounlie mixit with mowis, and col­lourit with craftie consaitis (as Chaucer and vtheris had done befoir) the mater was the mair mitigatt. Bot this can not satisfie: for na mow­is in sic materis culd mitigate thair bludie breistis. Sum will think be­cause he was continuallie in Court, and seruit the King, he was esilie ouersene. Bot in my iugement, that is the greiter cause of offence: name­lie to haif thair vaniteis and wickitnes publischit in Court, and sicht of Princis Nouther culd this be saiftie to vtheris. M. Patrik Hammilto [...] Abbot of Feirn, being of the blude Royall, being ane man of greit lite­rature, and of sic lyfe, that the verray enemeis thame sellis war enforcit to commend and allow him. Ȝit did he nocht eschaip thair malice, bot sufferit cruell deith be fyre. Robert Forester alswa gentilman on the sa­min maner was tormentit. And howbeit thir did cruellie perische, ȝit in all agis, and in all nationes, it hes plesit God, of his greit mercy, to rais and steir vp his Prophetis and seruandis, quhame he hes michtilie pre­seruit, to repreif the generationis present of thair vnrichteousnes: to vt­ter and oppin to the pepill the corruptioun than regnand: and as it was aganis the Deuill, and the warld to testifie his treuth: to walkin thame out of thair Ignorance. He steirit vp the auld and ancient Doctouris, to impugne and stranglie confute all heresyis springand and rysand. Bo [...] thame at this present I will omit for breuitie, & will speik rather sum­quhat sen corruptioun and superstitioun enterit amangis thame, quhilk war rewlaris and Pastouris of the Kirk of God: sen thay begouth to leif preiching of pure Christ, and to set vp thame selfis: to conquers Re­almis, prouincis, and cuntreis: to subdew Princis and Potestates: and finallie to exalt thame selfis aboue all that is callit God. In quhilk day­is war mony leirnit men, & godlie Bischoppis in this cuntrir: as Ser­uanus, Columba, Aidanus, Finnanus, Colmannus, Leuinus, Bailus, and mony ma, quha baith in this Realme, and in Ingland, did lang de­bell, [Page] and hald out the Romische superstitionis, and ceremoneis, as is at lenth contenit in the auld Historyis of Beda, and vtheris. He rasit vp alswa in the dayis of Carolus Magnus, twa of our cuntrie men, baith of greit eruditioun and leirning, the ane callit Iohne, surnamit Mailrosius: the vther Claudius Clemens. Thir twa passand out of Scotlād, at cōmand of King Achaius (as Boethius wrytis) to ye partis of France, come to Paris, and war the occasioun of the fundatioun of ye Vniuersitie of the samin, & sindrie vtheris, and war the first professouris of liberall sciencis in thame. Nouther ceissit thay with ane Adelbertus ane Frencheman, and Bertramus, to inwey on ye stait of ye Kirk, than tendand and declynand fast to corruptioun, vntill Claudius, & Adelber­tus war clappit in clois presoun, and Iohne departit the cuntrie, & come in Ingland: quhair (as sum wrytis) at the perswasioun of certane Mon­kis, he was slaine, be certane his awin discipulis, impaciēt of his admo­nitiones and correctionis. Efter thir quhen the sindrie [...]ectis of Freiris began to spring vp, he raisit in France Builielmus de. S. Amore: Ni­gellus: Nicolaus, and Arnoldus de villa noua: in Italie ye Abbot Ioa­chimus Calaber: in Germanie, Hildegardis ye Prophetes with sindrie vtheris, quhilk stranglie wrait aganis the superstitionis and Idilteth of the begging Freiris, and vther abusis of the Clergie. And howbeit yair admonitiones culd not be hard, nor th [...]r wryting tane in gude part, bot vtterlie reiectit and despysit, ȝit war thay not cūmit to that furie & rage, as to bruyle and scald quha sa euer suld speik aganis thame, bot cōtentit thame selus with presoun, or banischement of sic persones, as war con­trarious to thame, degraiding thame of thair digniteis and offices: and excōmunicating thame out of thair Kirkis. Bot quhen thair iniquiteis was cūmin to maturitie, God raisit vp in Ingland, Iohne Vicleif, quha scand the haill ecclesiasticall estait, to be altogidder corrupt: the word of God, to be cūmit to neglect, and contempt: and mēnis traditionis aboue it to be extollit: did maist ernistlie teiche, and wryte ane huge nowmer of volumis and bukis aganis thame. Than was the beist vnquyetit of his resting sa [...]t, and began to rage and fret, to seik the deith and destructioun of this pure mā. Bot all for nocht. The Lord did potentlie preserue him from yair snairis and girnis: and nothwithstanding all thair furie, de­partit in the Lord in peice. And howbeit efter deith Rancour cōmounlie reissis, ȝit .xlj. ȝeiris efter his with, ya [...] tuke vp his banis and brint yame. Persewand alswa with maist extremitie all that adheirit to him, or did allow his doctrine. Thay brint the Lord Cobham, Schir Roger Actoū Knicht, Williame Thorpe, Williame Tayleir, Richard Howedē, Iohne Clerdoun. Thay banischit Elenor Cobhame: thay murderit in presoun Iohne Astoun, Reginald Pecock Bischop of Chichester, with ane infi­nite noumber ma. Thair was na end in thair furie. Quhill thay war thus busie in Ingland, began Iohne Hus, and Hierome of Braga to preiche in Boheme, men of sic leirning, and lyfe, that thay war in admi­ratioun [Page] euin to the verray aduersaris thame selfis, quhairof remanis ȝit sufficient testimoneis writtin be Poggius, and vtheris of the Antichri­stiane menȝe. Thay beand cytit to the counsall of Constance, come vpon ane saifconduct of Sigismundus the Empriour, than king of Boheme, present at the counsall: and thair gaif ane resoun & declaratioun of thair faith, and doctrine: fra the constant professioun quhairof, quhen yai culd nocht be disswadit: thay contrair the saifconduct, contrair all promises, cruellie brint thame. Satisfyand the Empriour, with this godlie Law, of thair awin forgeing, Quod nulla fides sit hereticis seruanda: Thair is na promis to be keipit to heretikes. Quhat frute this gudelie Law hes wrocht, the battell betuix the Turk, and Lowes king of Vngarie, and Boheme, & the occasioun thairof quhair the said Lowes perischit, to the greit hurt of all Christianitie, will declair: and mony vther histories al­swa, quhilkis for schortnes I omit. Now our Prelates laith to ly be­hind, willing to schaw yair gude seruice to ye halie Sait, apprehēdit heir in Scotland, Paull Craw, teiching the doctrine, quhilk Vicleif & Hus had teichit, & maid ane Sacrifice of him in Sanctandrois. And findand the sawour of this Sacrifice fragrant and smelland thay tuke the Vicar of Dolour, Freir Kelour, Symsone, Bawerage, kennedie, Stratoun, Bourlay, and mony ma, quha because yai culd not allow yair vaine su­perstitiones and Idolatries, expres aganis the cōmandemēt of ye Lord thair God war cuttit of be the fyre. Thay had now lernit to dispute with fyre & faggot, for our auld Bischoppis & Pastouris war decayit, quhilkꝭ war wōt to be lampis, and as it war leidsternis, to all nationis adiacēt: from quhome passit furth mony lernit men to all cuncreis, to Ingland, France, Germanie, Sa [...]one, Pruse, and vther partis, as thair Chroni­killis testifyis, plantand and teichand the Christiane faith, & all godlie sciencis. Bot now dull Asynis had ascendit to thair rowmis, beand ma­ryit with dame propertie, and riches, and fair lady Sensualitie: and swa efter ye rait of vther Realmis, war becūmit Idil bellyis, Ignorāt blok­kis, and dum doggis. Nouther war thay Idill in Italie: thair cruellie sufferit Thomas Rhedonensis the Carmelite. And in Florence the god­lie blak Freir, Hieronymus Sauoronola. Thus cōtinewand yair rage in all Realmes, euin to the vttermaist of yair power, it pleisit ye mercy­full God, of his greit mercy, & fauourabill lufe towartis man, quhairby he wald not haif man vtterlie to perische, to gif (as it war) lycht to the warld: and that be reueilling of his word and Euangel, be the mouthis of his seruandis Luther, Bucer, Zuinglius, Oecolampadius, Caluine, & mony vtheris: be quhome he hes discouerit yair cankerit corruptioun, & auld festur in sic sort, yat na mā (except he wilbe wilfullie blind) may not persaif ye vennome & fylth thairof. And ȝit hes ye maist part of yir (how saeuer ye poweris of ye warld hes bene cōtrarious to yame) departie in ye Lord, in quietnes. Now sum wil say, thir war preicheouris, & Mini­steris of the word, and had bene sumtyme auoyntit schauelingis, mar [...]it [Page] with the beistis mark, and had maid defectioun from thame, quhairfoir thay persewir thame the mair scharplie and cruellie. Bot the Lord Cob­hame, Robert Forester, Straitoun, wer nouther schauelingis nor prei­cheouris. Richard Mekinnis ane boy of .xvij. ȝeiris of age, brint in Lō ­doun, was na preicheour. The lyke Iugement sufferit Maistres An As­kew, with mony wemen, quhilk ȝit war na preicheouris. Ȝit forther sum will obiect the equitie of the tyme, quhairin our Authour leuit: that the power of the aduersaries was restraynit, that thay culd not rage and rin at ryot at thair libertie, and plesour, as thay war wont. And ȝit ane ly­till befoir his deith thay brint. M. George Vischart, and Adam Wallace Mariner. And schortlie efter our Authouris deith, thay tuke the auld mā Walter Mill, and cruellie brint him: althocht fra that fyre rais sic ane stew, quhilk struke sic sturt to thair stomokis, that thay rewit it euer ef­ter. Than hes it not bene seriousnes intermixit with iocunditie: it hes nocht bene continuall abyding nor seruing in court, it hes nocht bene blude royall, nor fauour of Princes: nouther teiching nor preiching: nor equitie of tyme, culd be protectioun to ony aganis sa cruell and feirs ad­uersaries, of equall will, rage, and furie indifferentlie aganis all. It is rather the prouydence, the Iugement, the power, and the inmensibill fauour, and mercy of God towartis his sanctis and elect: quhilk vpō ye ane part, of his lufe towardis his chosin, to satisfie thair thrist, & desyre, quhilk thay had to be dissoluit, and to be with Christ, yat yai suld not be langer enforcit to behald ye wickit vaniteis of yis warld: Partlie of his iust Iugement, because the warld was not worthie of thame, for it hes lufit mirknes rather yan licht, and delytit mair in leis yan in ye treuth. And partlie to manifest to all pepill ye cruell, bludie, & insatiabil hartis of ye memberis of Antichrist, ye pilleris of the malignant Kirk, he did (as it wer) gif ouir into yair handis, ye lyfis, ye possessionis, gudis, and quhatsumeuer externall thing yai had, to be maid mokking stokkis, & to be disponit at thair libertie, and plesour. On the vther pairt, to declair his michtie prouidēce, and power, quhairby he wil not suffer ane hair of the heidis of his chosin to perische, but his permissioun: and to encorage his elect, seing yat nouther gude nor euill can fall vnto yame, by ye will of yair Father: he hes maist michtilie manteynit yame, amāgis ye mid­dis of yis malignant generatioun. This Iugement man we lykewise haif of our Dauid Lyndesay: to quhome we will returne, omittand the special abusis of the Clergie, for eschewing of prolixitie, & tediousnes, to be socht out of his awin warkis be ye diligent reidar. Now as he hes bene scharp and vigilant in marking ye enormities of the spiritualitie, swa hes he not bene negligent, nor sleuthfull in rebuking ye defaltis of ye temporalitie, and all estatis yairof. He hes not spairit King, Court, Counsalouris, Nobilitie, nor vtheris of inferiour estait. And howbeit yai war not altogidder cūmit to sic corruptioun and furie, yat yai micht not beir mair equallie, with generall admonitionis and reprochis, yan [Page] the spiritualitie. Ȝit als lytill amendement followit in the ane stait, a [...] in the vther. Quhat laubouris tuke he, that the landis of this cuntre [...] micht be set out in Fewis, efter ye fassioun of sindrie vther Realmes, for the incres of policie, and riches? Bot quhat hes he profitit? Quhen ane pure man with his haill raice and ofspring hes laubourit out yair lyfis, on ane lytill peice of ground, and brocht it to sum point and perfectioū: thā must the Lairdis brother, kinisman, or surname haif it: and ye pure man, with his wyfe, & babeis, for all yair trauellis, schot out to beg yair meit. He yat tuke lytill laubouris on it, man enioy ye frutes, and cōmo­diteis of it: he man eit vp the sweit & laubouris of ye pure mānis brow­is. Thus the pure dar mak na policie, nor bigging, in cace yai big yame selfis out. Bot althocht men wink at yis, and ouirluke it, ȝit he sitts a­boue yat seis it, and sal Iuge it. He yat heiris ye sichis & complaintis of ye pure oppressit, sall not for euer suffer it vnpunischit. Quhat hes he alswa writtin aganis yis Heriald hors, deuysit for mony pure mannis hurt? Bot quha hes dimittit it? finallie, quhat oppressioun or vice hes he not repreuit? Bot yir sall suffice for exempill. And gif he had leifit in yir lait dayis, quhat had he said, of ye vnnatural murtheris: ye cruel slauch­teris: ye manifest reiffis: ye continuall heirschippis: ye plane oppressi­onis: ye lytill regard of all persones to ye cōmoun weilth: ye mantening of derth, to the vniuersall hurt of the pure in transporting of victuallis furth of ye Realme, cōtrarie to ye statutis yairof, for ye particular weill of few, & hurt of mony: the Importing of greit quantiteis of fals cunȝe, sklenderlie serchit, and lychtliar punischit: The multitude of Kirkis destitute of Ministeris throw the hail cūtrie: The slaw administratioun of Iustice, and fer les executioun: with all kynde of impieteis (as it wer) publictlie, and frelie Regnād. Ȝit nochtyeles we luke for redres and re­formatioun of all sic horribil deformiteis, at ye handis of sic rewlaris, as God hes, and sall strenthin with his Spirit, lychtin with ye pure word of his Euangel, endew with his feir (quhilk is ye beginning of all wis­dome) with sic knawlege, sic Iugement, and ȝeill, yat yai sall to yair vt­termaist endeuour, auance, and set fordwart all Iustice, and equitie, and suppres all vice and iniquitie: to ye glorie of God: to ye auancement of his word: to ye edificatioun of his Kirk, and to ye confort, and quietnes of yis trubillit, and afflictit commoun weilth. Quhilk God of his greit mercie, grant that we may schortlie se. Amen.

I haue alreddie passit ye boundis of ane preface: ȝit ane thing restis to admonische ye (gentill reidar) of yir warkis following. The mait part of yame hes bene sindrie tymes in sindrie places imprentit: as heir in Scotland, quhilk ȝit war not sa correct, as neid requyrit. Thay haif bene Imprentit in Rowen, bot altogidder sa corrupt and fals, that na man can be abill, to atteyne to the Authoris mynde be yame. For besydis the wrang Ortographie, and fals spelling, the transpositiones of wordis, & lynis: yair is alswa sic defectiones, yat sumtymes wil want twa, or thre [Page] lynis in ane sentence: sumtymes als mony abound, and be doublit.

Quhairthrow the myndis of honest men ar alienatit from reiding of sa frutefull warkis: ȝouth is abusit and corruptit: the Authour, and his warkis schamefullie blottit, and barbulȝeit: the cūtrie infamit: & sic per­sonis as laubouris for iust correctioun vtterly discuragit, scand thair lauboures, and trauellis sa haistelie yairefter to be corruptit, at the pri­uate appetite and gred [...]nes of certane godles Ignorantis: quhilk in re­spect of yir greit hartis, deseruis na small punischement. Thay ar lyke­wise laitlie Imprentit in Londoun, with lytill better succes than ye v­ther. For yai haif gaue about to bring th [...]me to ye southerne language, alterand ye vers and collouris yairof, in sic placis, as yai culd admit na alteratioun: quhairfoir ye natiue grace, and first mynd of ye wryter, is oftentymes peruertit And for ye Ortographie, transpositiones, and defectiones, thay ar almaist commoun with the vther.

Thus seing this famous Authour, and his notabill warkis to be sa velanouslie handillit, and sa miserabillie, and malitious [...]ie mankit, and alterat: we haif gane about, and takin sum trauellis, to vindicate yame from yir blottis, & corruptiones: and to reduce, and bring thame to the natiue integritie, and first mening of ye wryter. Quhilk salbe esilie per­sauit in ye reiding: bot maist esilie, gif ony wil confer this editioun with yame yat hes pre ceidit: quhairin quhat difference is betuix rycht & wrāg wryting, betuix correct, and vncorrect Imprenting salbe cleirlie sene.

Mair we haif cikit sindrie warkis of ye samin Authour, quhilkis hes not bene befoir Imprentit: to ye intent, that na thing of sa Nobill ane wryter suld perische, throw negligence or sieuthfulnes of this present age, bot suld be reseruit to ye frute of all posteriteis following. And for­ther intendis (be ye help of God) to vse ye lyke diligence, in all warkis of yis wryter, quhilkis fall heirefter, be ony menis, cum to our handis.

I will deteyne the na langer (gude Re [...]dar) from the warkis thame selfis: bot will commit the to the protectioun of ye Almychtie our God: ernistlie desyrand ye to call vpō him: yat he will rais and steir vp mony Dauid Lyndesayis: yat will continuallie admonische baith Prince, and pepill of yair dewtie, and vocatioun, quhairunto ye Lord yair God hes callit yame: yat will rebuke, and repreif all sic defaltis, as salbe fund in yame: yat will cōmit to letteris, and wryte, ye honour, ye gloir, ye fame, and succes of verrew, and inbraceris yairol: The dishonour, ye schame, ye defame, and mischeif of vyce, and impietie, and enhanteris thairof.

To be notifyit, and maid knawin to all agis to cum: that it may be ane prik and spur to ye verteous and godlie, to ga fordwart in all richteous­nes, and equitie: that it may be ane stay, and brydill to reteyne, & hald bak ye wickit and vngodlie from all wickitnes, and iniquitie. To the intent: yat God may be glorifyit: his Kirk edifyit: and this commoun [...]eilth confortit, and quietit.

¶Ane adhortatioun of all estatis, to the reiding of thir present warkis. ☞ (✚) ☜

SEN that it is maist worthie for to be
Lamentit, of euerilk warldlie wicht:
* To se the warkis of plesand Poetrie,
To ly sa hid, and fylit from the sicht
Of those in hart, quha dois reiois aricht
In Vulgar toung for to behald and heir
Vertew and vyce disclosit, and brocht to licht,
In thair richt collouris planelie to appeir.
❧Thairfoir (gude Reidar) haif I trauell tane,
Intill ane volume now breiflie for to bring
Of Dauid Lyndesay, the haill warkis ilk ane,
Knicht of the Mont, Lyoun, of Amis King.
Quha in our dayis now did laitlie King
Quhais pregnant practick, and quhais ornate style
To be commendit be me, neidis na thing:
Lat warkis beir witnes, quhilkis he hes done compyle.
¶Thocht Gawine Dowglas Bischop of Dunkell
In ornate meter surmount did euerilk man:
Thocht Bennedie, and Dunbar bure the bell
For the large cace of Rethorik thay ran.
Ȝit neuer Poeit of our Scottische clan,
Sa cleirlie schew that Monstour with his markis,
The Romane God, in quhome all gyle began:
As dois gude Dauid Lyndesay in his warkis.
❧Quhairin na stait he spairit, bot stoutlie schew thame,
How thay haith God and man had sore offendit:
With fleschehukis of flatterie be neuer clew thame,
Of quhar degre sa euer thay discendit,
Thair auld misde [...]d he prayit thame ay to mend it
Empriour, nor King, Duke, [...]rle, Prince, nor Paip,
Gif thay to queil Christis flock ȝit still precendit:
Goddis Iust Iugementis na way suld thay eschaip.
¶With prettie problemis, and sentences maist sage,
With plesand prouerbis in his warkis all quhair,
With staitlie storyis aggreing to our age,
[Page]With similitudis senielie he dois declair,
With weill waillit wordis, wyse, and familiar,
Of queynt conuoy, this ioyous gem Iocound,
In till his bukis to speik he did nocht spair
Aganis all vyte, ay quhair it did abound.
❧Princes approche, cum Rewlaris in ane Randoun:
Reid heir ȝe Lordis of the meyner menȝe,
The end of hicht, ȝour pryde lerne to abandoun.
Cum schameles schauelingis of Sathanis senȝe,
Rynnand in vyce, ay still with oppin renȝe,
Of proud Prelatis reid heir the suddane fall:
Quha for to stoup ȝit did neuer denȝe,
Vnder the ȝock of him that creat all.
¶Cum teynefull tyrānis trimmilling with ȝour trayne:
Cam nouchtie Newtrallis with ȝour bailfull band:
Ȝe haif ane cloik now reddy for the rayne:
For fair wether, ane vther ay at hand.
Idol ateris draw neir to Burgh and land,
Reid heir ȝour lyfe at large, baith mair and min,
With Hypocrites ay slyding as the sand.
As humloik how of wit, and vertew thin.
❧Oppressouris of the pure, cum in till pairis:
Flatte raeis flok fordwart, for I hard tell,
Ȝe had ane saw richt sicker for all sairis.
Lawieris, and Scrybis, quha hes ȝour saulis to sell:
Craftismen, and Merchandis, gif ȝe do mell
With fraud or falset, than I ȝow desyre,
Reid in this buke, the speiche gif ȝe can spell,
Quhat Iust reward ȝe sall haif for ȝour hyre.
¶Amang the rest, now Courteouris cum hidder,
Thocht ȝe be skeich, and skip aboue the skyis,
Ȝit constantlie I pray ȝow to considder,
In to this scrow, quhar Lyndesay to ȝow cryis.
Cum all degreis, in Lurdanerie quha lyis,
And fane wald se of sin the feirfull fyne:
And lerne in vertew how for to vpryis
Reid heir this buke, and ȝe sall find it syne.
❧With Scripture, and with storyis naturall,
[Page]Richelie replenischit from end till end.
In till this buke, quha list to reid, thay sall
Find mony lessoun largelie to commend
The braid difference quhairm weill may be kend
Betwene verteous and vicious leuing.
Lat vs thairfoir our lyfe in vertew spend,
Sen vyce of mankynd is the haill mischeuing.
❧Lat Lyndesay now as he war ȝit on lyif,
Pas furth to lycht, with all his sentence hie:
Vnto all men thair dewtie to descryue
Quhairin thay may ane lyuelie Image se,
Of his expressit mynd in Poetrie,
Prentit, as he it publischit with his pen.
That him self speik, I think it best for me.
Gif gloir to God, quhilk gaif sic Giftis to men.
¶FINIS.

✿ The Epistil Nū ­cupatorie of Schir Dauid Lyndesay of the Mont Knicht, on his Dialog of the Mi­serabill estait of the warld.

THow lytill quair, of mater Miserabill,
Weill aucht thow, couerit for to be with sabill
Renunceand grene, the purpur, reid, and quhyte
To delicat men thow art not delectabill,
Nor ȝit till amorous folkis amyabill,
To reid on the thay will haif na delyte.
Warldlie pepill, will haif at the dispyte,
Quhilk fixit hes thair hart, and haill intentis
On sensuall lust, on dignitie, and Rentis.
¶We haif na King, the to present allace,
Quhilk to this countrie bene ane cairfull cace.
And als our Quene of Scotland heritour,
Scho dwellis in France, I pray God saif hir grace,
It war to lang, for the to rin that race.
[Page]And far langer, or that ȝoung tender flour,
Bring hame till vs ane King and Gouernour.
Allace thairfoir, we may with sorrow sing,
Quhilk must sa lang remane, without ane King.
☞I not quhome to thy simpilnes to send,
With cunning men from tyme that thow be kend,
Thy vaniteis na way thay will auance,
Thinkand the proud sic thingis to pretend.
Nochtwithstanding, the straucht way sall thow wend,
To thame quhilk hes the Realme in gouernance.
Declair thy mynd to thame with circumstance.
Ga first till Iames, our Prince, and Protectour,
And his brother, our spirituall Gouernour,
¶And Prince of Preistis in this natioun,
Efter Reuerend Recommendatioun
Vnder thair feit, thow lawlie the submit,
And mak thame humill supplicatioun,
Gif thay in the find wrang narratioun,
That thay wald pleis, thy faltis to remit.
And of thair grace, gif thay do the admit,
Than ga thy way, quhair euer thow pleisis best.
Be thay content, mak reuerence to the rest.
¶To faithfull prudent Pastouris spirituall,
To Nobill Erlis, and Lordis temporall,
Obedientlie, till thame thow the addres,
Declairing thame this schort memoriall,
How mankynd bene to miserie maid thrall.
At lenth to thame the cause planelie confes.
Beseikand thame all lawis to suppres,
Inuentit be mennis traditioun,
Contrair to Christis Institutioun.
¶And cause thame cleirlie for till vnderstand,
That for the breking of the Lordis command,
His thrinfald wand of Flageliatioun,
Hes scurgit, this pure Realme of Scotland,
Be mortall weiris, baith be sey and land,
With mony terribill tribulatioun.
2. Re. 24 1. Cor. 2.
Thairfoir mak to thame trew narratioun,
That all thir weiris, this derth, hunger, and pest,
[Page]Was nocht, bot for our Sinnis manifest.
¶Declair to thame, how in the tyme of Noy,
Gen. 7.
Alluterlie, God did the warld distroy.
Gen. 19.
As haly Scripture makis mentioun,
Sodom, Gomor, with thair Regioun and Roy,
God spairit nouther man, woman, nor boy,
Mat. 23. Luc. 13.
Bot all war brint for thair offensioun.
Ierusalem, that maist tryumphand town
Destroyit was, for thair Iniquitie.
As in the Scripture planelie thay may se.
¶Declair to thame this mortall Miserie,
Iere. 15.
Be sword and fyre, derth, pest, and pouertie,
Proceidis of Syn, geue I can richt descryue,
For laik of Faith, and for Idolatrie,
For Fornicatioun, and for Adulterie
Of Princes, Prelatis, with mony ane man and wyue.
Expell the cause, than the effect belyue
Sall ceis quhen that the pepill dois repent,
Than God fall flak his bow, quhilk ȝit is bent.
¶Mak thame requeist, quhilk hes the gouernance,
The Sinceir word of God for till auance,
Conforme to Christis Institutioun,
Without Hypocrisie or dissimulance,
Causing Iustice hald euinlie the Ballance,
On Publicanis making punitioun.
Commending thame of gude conditioun.
That being done, I dout not bot the Lord,
Sall of this cuntrie haif Misericord.
¶Thocht God with mony terribill effrayis,
Hes done this cuntrie scurge, be diuers wayis,
Be Iust Iugement for our greuous offence,
Declair to thame, thay sall haif mery dayis
Efter this trubill, as the Propheit sayis.
Quhen God sall se our humill repentence,
Till strange pepill, thocht he hes geuin licence,
To be our scurge, Induring his desyre,
Will quhen he list, that scurge cast in the fyre.
¶Pray thame,
Psal. 118
that thay put not thair esperance
[Page]In mortall men, onlie thame till aduance,
Bot principallie in God Omnipotent.
Than neid thay not, to charge the Realme of France,
With gunnis, galayis, nor vther ordinance.
Sa that thay be to God obedient.
In thir premissis, be thay nocht negligent,
Display and Christis Baner, hie on hicht,
Thair enemyis of thame sall haif na micht.
¶Ga hence pure buke, quhilk I haif done Indyte
In rurall ryme, in maner of dispyte,
Contrare the warldis variatioun.
Of Rethorik heir I proclame the quyte.
Idolatouris, I feir, fall with the flyte,
Because of thame thow makis narratioun.
Bot cure thow nocht the Indignatioun
Ot Hypocritis, and fals Pharisience,
Howbeit on the, thay cry ane loud vengeance.
¶Requeist the gentill Reidar, that the reidis,
Thocht ornate termes into thy Park not spreidis.
As thay in the may haif experience.
Thocht barrane feildis, beiris nocht bot weidis,
Ȝit brutall beistis sweitlie on thame feidis.
Desyre of thame nane vther recompence,
Bot that thay wald reid the with pacience.
And gif thay be in ony way offendit,
Declair to thame, it salbe weill amendit.
☞FINIS.

The Prolog of the Miscrabill Estait of the warld. Betuit Expe­rience, and ane Courteour. (✚)

MVSING and meruelling on y e miserie
Frome day to day in erth quhilk dots incres
And of ilk start y e instabilitie
Proceding of the restles besynes
Quhat ō y e most part dois thair mynd addres
Inordinatlie, on boung [...]e Couetyce
Vaine glore, dissait, and vther sensuall vyce.
Bot tumbling in my bed, I mycht nocht ly
Quharetor I [...]ir furth, in a [...] May mornīg
Confort to get of my melancholie
Sumquhat afore fr [...]sche Phebus vprysing
Qu [...]are I micht heir, y e birdis sweitly sing,
In tyll an [...] Park I past for my plesure
Decorit w [...]l, be craft of dame Nature.
Quhow I resauit confort Naturall
For tyl discriue at lenth it war to lang
Smelling the holsum herbis medicinall
Quhate on the dulce, & balmy dew doun dāg
Lyke Ortent perlis on the twistis hang
Or quhow that the Aromatik odouris
Did proceid frō the tender fragrant flouris.
Or quhow Phebus that king Etheriall
Swyftly sprang vp in to the Orient
[Page]Ascending in his throne Imperiall
Quhose bricht and buriall bemis resplendent
Iullminat all vnto the Occident
Confortand euery corporall Creature
Quhilk formit war, in erth, be dame Nature.
Quhose donk impurpurit vestimēt nocturnal,
With his embrowderit mantill matutyne
He left in tyll his regioun aur [...]rall
Quhilk on hym waitit quhen he did declyne
Towart his occident palice Vespertyne
And rose in habite gay and glorious
Brichter nor gold, or stonis precious.
¶Bot Cynthia the hornit nychtis quene
Scho lost hir licht, and led ane lawer saill
Frō tyme hir souerane lord that scho had sene
And in his presence waxit dick and paill
And ouer hir visage, kest ane mislie vaill.
So did Venus, the goddes amorous
With Iuppiter Mars, and Mercurius.
Richtso the auld Intoxicat Saturne.
Persauing Phebus, powre his bemis bricht,
Abuse the erth, than maid he no sudgcourne
Bot suddandlie did lose his borrowit licht
Quhilk he durst neuer schaw bot on the nicht
The Pole artick, Vrsis, and sterris all
Quhilk situat ar in the Septenttionall.
Tyl errand schippis quhilkis ar y e souer gyde
Conuoyand thame vpon the stormie nicht
Within thare frostie circle did thame hyde
Howbeit that sterris haue none vther licht
Bot the reflex of Phebus bemis bricht
That day durst none in to the heuin appeir
Tyll he had circuite all our Hemispheir.
❧Me thocht it was ane sicht celestiall
To sene Phebus so Angellyke ascend
In tyll his fyrie chariot tryumphall
Quhose bewte bricht, I culd not cōprehend
All warldy cure an one did fro me wend
Quhen fresche flora spred furth hir tapestrie
Wrocht be dame nature queynt & curiouslie.
Depaynt w t mony hundreth heuiulie he wis,
Glaid of the rysing of thare Royall Roy
With blomes brek and on the tender bewis
Quhilk did prouok myne hart to natural ioy
Neptune that day, and Eoll, held thame coy
That men on far micht heir the birdis sound
Quhose noyis did to y e sterrie heuin redound.
The plesād powne, prunȝeād his fedrem fair
The mirthful Maueis maid greit melodie,
The lustie Lark ascending in the air
Numerand hir naturall notis craftelie,
[Page]The gay Goldspink, y e Merll richt merilie
The noyis of the nobill Nythtingailis
Redoundit throw y e mōtanis, meidis & vailis
Contempling this melodious harmonie
Quhow euerilk bird, drest thame for tyll aduance
To salute Nature w t thare melodie
That I stude gaising halflingꝭ in ane trance
To heir thame mak thare natural obseruāce
So royallie, that all the roches rang
Throuch repercussioun of yair suggutit sang
☞ I lose my tyme, allace for to rehers
Sic vnfrutteful and vaine Descriptioun
Or wryt in to my raggit rurall vers
Mater without Edificatioun
Considering quhow that myne intentioun
Bene tyll deplore the mortall misereis
With continuall cairfull Calamiteis.
Consisting in this wrechit vaill of sorrow.
Bot sad Sentence, suld haue ane sad indyte
So termes bricht, I list not for to borrow
Of murning mater men bes no delyte
With roustie termes tharefor wyll I wryte
With sorrowful sichis ascending frō y e splene
And bitter teiris distelling frome myne ene.
¶ Without ony vane Inuocatioun
To Minerua, or to Melpomine
Nor ȝit wyll I mak supplicatioun
[Page]For help to Cleo, nor Calliope
Sic marrit Musis may mak me no supple
Proserpine I refuse and Appollo
And rychtso Euterpe, Iuppiter, and Iuno.
Quhilkꝭ bene to plesand Poetis conforting.
Quharefore, because I am nocht one of tho
I do desyre of thame no supporting,
For I did neuer strip ou Peruaso
As did the Poetis of lang tyme ago,
And speciallie the ornate Ennius
Nor drank I neuer with Hesiodus.
Of Grece, the perfyte Poeit Souerane
Of Helicon the Sors of Eloquence
Of that mellifluous famous fresche fontane
Quhairfore I aw to thame no reuerence
I purpose nocht to mak obedience
To sic mischeant Musis no Mahumetrie
Afore tyme vsit in to Poetrie.
Rauand Rhamnusia, goddes of despyte
Micht be to me ane Muse richt conuenable
Geue I desirit sic help for tyll indyte
This murning mater, mad, and miserable
I mon go seik ane Muse more confortable
And sic vane superstitioun to refuse
Beseikand the greit God to be my Muse.
Be quhose wysedome al maner of thing bene wrocht
Gene. 1.
the hie heuīnis, w t al yair ornamētis
[Page]And without mater maid all thing of nocht
Hell, in myd Center of the Elementis
That heuinlie Muse to seik my hole intent is
The quhilk gaif sapience to king Salomon
Psalme. lxxxix. Iuges. xiii. Mat. iiii Actis. ix.
To Dauid grace, strenth to y e strong Sampson.
And of pure Peter, maid ane prudent Preichour
And be the power of his deite
Of cruel Paule he maid ane cūning teichour
I mon beseik rycht lawly on my kne
His hich superexcellent Maiestie
That with his heuinly spreit he me inspyre
To wryte no thing, contrarie his desyre.
Luc. i.
Beseikand als, his souerane Sone Iesu
Quhilk was consauit be the holy spreit
Incarnate of the purifyit Virgen treu
Mathew xxvii. Luc. xxiiii. Iho. xix.
And in quhom the Prophecie was compleit
That prince of pecr, most humil & mansweit
Quhilk vnder Pylate sufferit passioun
Vpon the Croce, for our Saluatioun.
And be that cruell deth, intolerabill
Lowsit we war frome bandis of Beliall
And mairatouer, it was so proffitabill
That to this hour, come neuer man nor sall
To the tryumphant Ioy Imperiall
Heb, ix.
Of lyfe, howbeit that thay war nev (er) so gude
Bot be the vertew of that precious blude.
Quharefor in steid, of the mont Pernaso
[Page]Swiftlie, I fall go seik my Souerane
To m [...]nt Casuarte y e straucht way mon I go
To get ane taist, of y e most fresche fontane
That sors to seik my hart may nocht refrane
Of Helicon, quhilk wes boith drip and wyde
That Longinus did graue in tyll his syde.
Iho. xix.
Frō y e fresche fontane, sprang ane famꝰ flude
Quhilk redolet riuer, throw y e warld rynnis
As christall cleir, and myxit bene with blude,
Quhose sound abuse y e hiest heuinnis dinnis
Al faithful peple, purgyng frō thate sinnis.
Quharefor [...] I sall beseik his Excellence
To grant me grace, wisedome, & Eloquence.
And bath me w t those dulce & balmy strandis
Quhilk on the Croce, did spedilie out spring
Frō his most tender feit, and heuinlie handis
And grāt me grace, to wryte nor dyte no thing
Bot tyll his hich honour, and loud louing
but quhose support yair may na gude be wrocht
til his plesur gude workꝭword nor thocht
Tharefor O Lord,
Ihon. il.
I pray thy Maieste
As thow did schaw thy hich power deuyne
First planelie, in the Cane of Galile
Quhar thow conuertit cald watter in wyne
Conuoy my mater till ane fructuous fyne
And saue my sayingꝭ, baith frō schame & syn
Tak tent, for now I purpose to begyn.

Ane Dialog of the Miserabill Estait of this warld, betuir Expe­rience, and the Courteous &c. ☞✚☜

IN TO that Pack I saw appeir
One agit man quhilk drew me nei [...]
Quhose berd wes weil thre quarter lāg
his hair dōn ouer his schulders hang
The quhilk as ony snaw wes quhyte
Quhome to behald I thocht delyte
His habit Angellyk of hew
Of colour lyke the Sapheir blew
Onder ane Holyne he reposit
Of quhose presence, I was reiosit
I did hym salute reuerentlie
So did he me richt courteslie
To sit doun be requeistit me
Onder the schaddow of that tre
To saif me frome the Sonnis heit
Amangis the floutis soft and sweit
For I wes weirie for walking
Than we began to fall in talking
Courteo.
I speirit his name with reuerence?
I am (said he) Experience.
Experien.
Than Schir (said I) ȝe can nocht faill
To geue ane desolate man counsall
Ȝe do appeir one man of fame
And sen Experience bene ȝour name
I pray ȝow Father Venerabill
[Page]Geue me sum counsale confortabill?
¶Quhat bene (quod he)
Courteo.
thy vocatioun
Makand sic supplicatioun?
I haue (quod I) bene to this hour
Sen I could ryde ane Courteour
Bot now Father I think it best
With ȝour counsall to leif in rest
And frome thyne furth to tak myne eis
And quyetlie my God to pleis
And renunce Curiosite
Leuyng the Court, and lerne to de.
Oft haue I salit ouer the strandis
And trauellit throuch diuers landis
Boith south, and north, and eist and west
Ȝit can I neuer find quhar rest
Doith mak his habitatioun
Without ȝour supportatioun,
Quhen I beleue to be best eisit
Most suddandlie, I am displeisit
Frome troubill quhen I fastest fle
Than find I most aduersite
Schaw me I pray ȝow hartfullie
Quhow I may leue most plesandlie
To serue my God, of king is king
Sen I am tyrit for trauelling
And lerne me for to be content
Of quyet lyfe and sober rent
That I may thank the king of glore
As thocht I had ane Millioun more
Sen euerilk Court bene variant
[Page]Full of Inuy and inconstant
Mycht I but troubill leif in rest
Now in my age, I thynk it best
¶Thow art ane greit fule Sone (said he)
Experien.
Thing to desyre, quhilk may noiht be
Ȝarning to haue prerogatyue
Aboue all Creature on lyue
Sen Father Adam creat bene
In to the Camp of Damascene
Mycht no man say vnto this hour
That euer he fand perfite plesour
Nor neuer sall till that he se
God in his Deuyne Maieste
Iob. vii.
Quharefor prepair the for trauell
Sen mennis lyfe bene bot battell
All men begynnis for tyll de
The day of thare Natiuitie
And Iournelly thay do proceid
Tyll Atropos cut the fatall threid
And in the breue tyme that thay haue
Betuix thare birth vnto thare graue
Thow seis quhat mutabiliteis
Quhat miserabill Calamiteis
Quhat troubill trauell and debait
Seis thow in euery mortall stait
Begyn at pure law Creaturis
Ascending syne to Senatouris
To greit Princis and potestatis
Thow sall nocht fynd in none estatis
Sen the begynning generallie
[Page]Nor in our tyme, now speciallie
Bot tedious restles besynes
But ony mamer of sikkernes.
Courteo.
Prudent Father (quod I) allace
Ȝe tell to me one cairfull cace
Ȝe say that no man to this hour
Hes found in erth, perfyte plesour
Without infortunate variance
Sen we bene thrall to sic mischance
Quhy do we set so our Intentis
On Ryches, Dignite, and Rentis
Sen in the erth, bene no man sure
One day but troubill tyll Indure?
And werst of all, quhen we leist wene
The cruell deith, we mon sustene
Geue I ȝour Fatherhede durst demand
The cause I wald fane vnderstand?
And als Father I ȝow Implore
Schaw me sum troubill gone afore
That hering vtheris Indigence
I may the more haue pacience
Marrowis in tribulatioun
Bene wrechis consolatioun.
Quod he,
Experien
efter my small cunnyng
To the I sall mak answeryng.
Bot Ordourlie for to begyn
This Miserie proceidis of Syn
Bot it war lang to be defynit
Quhow all men ar to Syn Inclynit
Quhen Syn aboundantlie doith ring
Iustlie God makith punisching.
[Page]Quharefore greit God in to his handis
To dant the warld, hes diuers wandis
Efter our euill conditioun
He makis on vs punitioun
With hounger, derth and Indigence
Sum tyme greit plaigis, and pestilence,
And sum tyme with his bludy wand
Throw cruell weir be sey and land
Concluding all our miserie
Proceidis of Syn, alluterlie.
Courteo.
☞Father (quod I) declare to me
The cause of this Fragillite
That we bene all to Syn inclynd
In werk in word, and in our mynd
I wald the verite wer schawin
Quho hes this seid amang vs sawin
And quhy we ar condampnit to dede
And quhow that we may get remede.
Experien.
(Quod he) the Scripture hes concludit
Men frome felicite wer denudit
Gene. iii▪
Be Adam our Progenitour
Vmquhyle of Paradyse possessour
Be quhose most wylfull arrogance
Wes Mankynd brocht to this mischance
Quhen he wes Inobedient
In breking Goddis Commandement
Roma. v.
Be solistatioun of his wyfe
He lost that heuinlie plesand lyfe
Eiting of the forbiddin tre
Thare began all our miserie.
So Adam wes cause Radicall
[Page]That we bene fragill Synnaris all.
Adam brocht in this Nattoun
Sya, Deith, and als Dampnatioun
Quho wyll say, he is no Synner
Christ sayis, he is ane greit lear
Mankynd sprang furth of Adamis loynis
And tuk of hym, flesche, blude,
i. Iho. i.
and bonis
And so efter his qualite
All ar Inclynit Synnaris to be.
Bot ȝit my Sonne, dispare thow nocht
For God that all the warld hes wrocht
Hes maid ane Souerane remede
To saif vs boith frome Syn and dede
And frome Eterne dampnatioun.
Tharefore tak consolatioun
For God as Scripture doith recorde
Hauyng of Man Misericorde
Send doun his onely Sone Iesu
Quhilk lichtit in ane Virgin treu
And cled his hich Diuinite
With our pure vy [...]e Humanite
Syne frome our synnis to conclude
Apoca ii.
He wesche vs with his precious blude.
Quhowbeit throw Adam, we mon de,
Roma v. Hebre. [...]
Throuch that Lord we sall raisit be
And euerilk man he sall releue
Quhilk in his blude do [...]th firme beleue.
And bring vs all vnto his glore
The quhilk throw Adam bene forlore.
Without that we throw lark of faith
[Page]Of his Godheid incur the wraith
Iho. iii.
Bot quho in Christe, firmely beleuis
Salbe releuit frome all mischeuus.
Courteo.
Quhat faith is that, that ȝe call ferme
Schir gar me vnderstand that terme [...]
Experien. Hebre. xi Courteo. Experien.
Faith without Hope, and Cherite
Auailit nocht, my Sone (said he)
Quhat Cherite bene, that wald I knaw?
Quod he, my Sone that fall I schaw
i. Cor, xiii
First lufe thy God, aboue all thing
And thy Nichtbour, but fenȝeing
Do none Iniure, nor velanie
Iacob. ii
Bot as thow wald war done to the
Quick faith, but cheritable werkis
Can neuer be, as wryttis Clerkis
More than the fyre, in til his micht
Can be but heit, nor Sone but licht
Geue Cherite in to the failis
Thy faith, nor hope, no thing auailis.
The Deuill hes faith, & trimmillis for dreid
Bot he wantis hope, and lufe in deid.
Do all the gude, that may be wrocht
But Cherite all auailis nocht
Quharefor pray to the Trinite
For tyll suport thy Cherite.
Now haue I schawin the as I can
Quhow Father Adam the first man
Brocht in the warld, boith Syn and Dede
And quhow Christ Iesu maid remede
Quhilk on the day of Iugement
[Page]Sall vs delyuer from torment
And bring vs to his lefting glore
Quhilk sall indure for euer more.
Bot in this warld thow gettis no rest
I mak it to the manifest.
Tharefore my Sone be diligent
And lerne for to be pacient
And in to God, set all thy traist
All thing sall than cum for the best.
Father I thank ȝow hartfullie
Of ȝour confort,
Courteo.
and cumpanie
And heuinlie consolatioun
Makand ȝow supplicatioun
Geue I durst put ȝow to sic pyne
That ȝe wald pleis for to defyne
And gar me cleirlie vnderstand
Quhow Adam brak the Lordis command
And quhow throw his transgressioun
Wer punist his Successioun
My Sone (quod he)
Experien.
wald thow tak cure
To luke on the Diuyne Scripture
In to the buke of Genesis
Gene. lii
That Historie thare thow sall nocht mis
And alswa sindrie cunnyng Clerkis
Hes done rehers in to thare werkis
Of Adamis fall full Ornatly
Ane thousand tymes better nor I
Can wryte of that vnhappy man,
Bot I sall do the best I can
Schortlie to schaw that cairful cace
With the support of Goddis grace.

Ane exclamation to The Redar, Twiching the writting of Vulgar, and Maternall Language. ☞(✚)☜

GENTIL Redar, half at me nō dispyte
Thinkand y t I presūpteously pretend
In vulgar tōng, so hie mater to wryte
Bot quhair I mys. I pray the, tyl amēd
Til vnlernit, I wald y e cause wer kend
Of our most miserabill trauell and torment
And quhow in erth, no place bene permanent
Quhowbeit y e diuers deuot cūnyng Clerkis
In Latyne toung hes writtin syndrie bukis
Our vnlernit knawis lytle of thare werkis
More than thay do the rauing of the rukis
Quharefor to Colȝearis, Carteris & to cukis
To Iok and Thome, my ryme sal be directit
With cūnyng men, quhowbeit it wilbe lactit.
Thocht euery cōmoun may not be one Clerk,
Nor hes no Leid, except thare tōng maternal
Quhy suld of god, y e maruelloꝰ heuinlie werk
Be hid frō thame, I think it nocht fraternall
The father of heuin, quhilk wes, & is eternal
Exod. xx.
To Moises gaue, the Law on mont Sinay.
Nocht in to Greik, nor Latyne, I heir say.
He wrait the Law, in Tablis hard of stone
In thare a win vulgare language of Hebrew
[Page]That all the Barnis of Israell euery one
Mycht knaw the law, and so y e same ensew
Had he done wryt, in Latyne or in Grew
It had to thame bene bot ane sauirles Iest
Ȝe may weill wit, God wrocht all for the best.
¶Aristotell, nor Plato, I heir sane
Wrait nocht thare hic Philosophie naturall
In Duche, nor Dence, nor toung Italiane
Bot in thare most ornat toung maternall
Quhose fame, and name dois regne ꝑpetuall
Famous Virgill, the Prince of Poetrie
Nor Cicero, the flour of Oratrie.
Wrait not in Caldie language nor in Grew
Nor ȝit in to the language Saracene
Nor in the naturall language of Hebrew
Bot in the Romane toung as may be seue
Quhilk wes thare ꝓper language as I wene
Quhē Romanis rang Dominatorꝭ in deid
The Ornate Latyne wes thare proper leid.
I [...] the mein tyme, quhē y t thir bald Romance
Ouer all the warld had the Dominioun
Maid Latyne sculis, thare glore for til auāce
That thair lāguage micht be ouer al cōmoun
To that intent, be my Opinioun
Traisting that thair Impyre suld ay indure
Bot of fortune, alway thay wer nocht sure.
Of Languagis,
Gene. xi.
the first Diuersitie
Was maid be Goddis Maledictioun
[Page]Quhen Babilon was beildit in Caldee
Those beildaris gat none vther afflictioun
Afore the tyme of that punitioun
Wes bot ane tōng, quhilk Adā spak him self
Quhare now of toungis, thair bene thre score and twelf,
Nochtwithstanding, I think it greit plesour
Quhare cunnyng men, hes languagis anew
That in thare ȝouth, be diligent laubour
Hes lernit Latyne Greik, and auld Hebrew
That I am nocht of that sort sore I rew
Quharefore I wald all bukis necessare
For our faith, wer in tyll our toung vulgare
Actis. ii.
Christ efter his glorious Ascentioun
Till his Discipulis send the holy Spreit
In toungis of fyre, to that intentioun
Thay beand of all languagis repleit
Throuch all the warld w t wordis fair & sweit
Tyl euery mā the faith, thay suld furth schaw
In thare a win leid, delyuerand thame y e law,
Tharefore I think one greit derisioun
To heir thir Nunnis, & sisteris nicht and day
Syngand and say and psalmes and Orisoun
Not vnderstāding quhat thay sing nor say
Bot lyke ane stirling or ane Popingay
Quhilk lernit ar, to speik be lang vsage
Thame I compair, to birdis in ane cage.
Rycht so Chyldren, and Ladyis of honouris,
[Page]Prayis in Latyne, to thame ane vncouch leid
Mumlād thair matynis, euinsāg & yair houris
Thare Pater noster, Aue, and thair Creid.
It wer als plesand to thare spreit in deid
God haue mercy on me, for to say thus,
As to say, Miserere mei Deus.
Sanct Ierome in his proper toung Romane
The law of God, he trewly did translait
Out of Hebrew, and Greik in Latyne plane
quhilk hes bene hid frō vs lāg time god wait
Vnto this tyme, bot efter myne consait
Had sanct Ierome bene borne in tyll Argyle
In to Irische tōng, his bukꝭ had done cōpyle.
Prudent sanct Paull doith mak narratioun
Twiching the diuers leid of euery land
Sayand thair bene more Edificatioun
In fyue wordis that folk doith vnderstand
Nor to pronunce of wordis ten thousand
in strāge lāgage syne wait not quhat it menis
I think sic pattring is not worth twa prenis.
Cor. xiiii
¶Vnlernit peple on the holy day.
Solemnitlie thay heir the Euangell soung
Not knawin quhat y e preist dois sing nor say,
Bot as ane bell, quhē that thay heir it roung
Ȝit wald the preistis in thair mother toung
Pas to the Pulpite, & that Doctrine declare
Tyll lawid peple, it wer more necessare.
I wald prelatis and Doctouris of the Law
With vs lauid peple, wer nocht discontent
Thocht we in our vulgare toung did knaw
Of Christ Iesu, the lyfe and Testament
And quhow that we suld keip commandemēt
Bot in our language, lat vs pray and reid
Our Pater noster, Aue, and our Creid.
I wald sum Prince, of greit Discretioun
In vulgar language, planely gart translait
The neidfull lawis, of this Regioun
Than wald thare not be half so greit debait
Amang vs peple of the lawe Estait
Geue euery man, the verite did knaw
We neidit nocht, to treit thir men of law.
Tyl do our nychtbour wrāg, we wald be war
Geue we did feit, the lawis punischement
Thare wald not be, sic brawlyng at the bar
Nor men of law, lop to sic Royall rent
To keip the law, geue all men wer content
And ilk man do, as he wald be done to
The Iugis wald get lytle thing ado.
The Propheit Dauid King of Israell
Compyld y e plesand Psalmes of the Psaltair
In his awin proper toung as I heir tell
And Salomon, quhilk wes his sone and air
Did mak his buke, in tyl his toung vulgair
Quhy suld not thair saying, be til vs schawin
In our lāguage, I wald y e cause wer knawin
[Page]Lat Doctouris wryte thare curioꝰ questionis
And argumentis, sawin full of Sophistrie
Thare Logick, and thare hich Opinionis
Thare dirk Iugementis, of Astronomie
Thare Medecine, and thare Philosophie
Lat Poetis schaw, thare glorious ingyne
As euer thay pleis, in Greik or in Latyne.
Bot lat vs haue the Bukis necessare
To commoun weill, and our Saluatioun
Iustlie translatit, in our toung Vulgare
And als I mak the Supplicatiou [...]
O gentill Redar, haue none Indignatioun
Thinkand I mell me with so hie matair
Now to my purpose fordwart wyll I fair.

The Creatioun of Adam and Eue. ☞(✚)☜

QVhē God had maid y e heuinnis bricht
The Sone, & Mone, for to gyf licht
The sterry heuin,
Genes. i.
and Christalline
And be his Sapience Diuine
The Planeitis in thare circles round
Quhirlyng about with merie sound
Of quhome Phebus was principall
Iust in his Lyne Eclipticall
And gaue be Diuyne Sapience
[Page]Tyll euery Ster thare Influence
With motioun continuall
Quhilk doith indure perpetuall
And farrest frome the heuin Empyre
The erth, the water, air, and fyre.
He cled the erth, with herbis and treis
All kynd of fischis in the seis
All kynd of best, he did prepair
With foulis fleing in the air.
Thus be his word, all thing was wrocht
Without materiall maid of nocht
So be his wysedome Infinyte
All wes maid plesand and perfyte.
Quhen heuin, and erth & thare contentis
Wet endit with thare Ornamentis
Than last of all, the Lord began
Of moste vyle erth, to mak the man,
Nocht of the Lillie nor of the Rose
Nor Cyper tree, as I suppose,
Nother of gold, nor precious stonis
Of erth he maid flesche, blude and bonis
To that intent, God maid hym thus
That man suld nocht be glorious
Nor in hym self, no thing sulde se
Bot mater of humylite.
Quhen man wes maid, as I haue tauld
Gene. ii.
God in his face, did hym behauld
Bre [...]thand in hym, ane lyflie spreit
Quhen all thir werkis wer compleit
He maid man to his similitude
[Page]Precelland in to pulchritude
Dotit with giftis of Nature
Aboue all erdlie Creature
Syne plesandlie did hym conuoy
To ane Regioun repleit with Ioy
Of all plesour, quhilk bair the pryce
And callit erthlie Paradyce
And brocht be Diuyne prouience
All beistis, and birdis, tyll his presence
Adam did craftelie Impone
Ane speciall name tyll euery one
And to all thyngis materiall
He namit thame in speciall
Quhow he thame namit, ȝit bene kend
And salbe to the warldis end.
In to that gardyng of plesance
Two treis grew, most till auance
Aboue all vther, quhilk bair the pryce
In middis of that Paradyce.
The one wes callit the tre of lyfe
The vther tre, began our stryfe,
The tre to knaw botth gude and euill
Quhilk he perswasioun of the Deuill
Began our miserie and wo,
Bot lat vs to our purpose go.
Quhow God gaue Adam strait cōmand
That tre to twiche nocht with his hand
All vther fructis of Paradyce
He bad hym eit at his deuyce.
Sayand, gyf thow eit of this tre
[Page]With dowbill deith, than sall thow de
Tharefore I the command be war
And frome this tre, thow stand a far.
Ȝit Father Adam wes allone
But companie of ony one
Than thocht the Lord it necessar
Tyll hym to create ane helpar.
☞God pat in Adam sic Sapour
That for to sleip, he tuke plesour,
And laid hym doun vpon the ground
And quhen Adam wes sleipand sound
He tuke ane Rib, furth of his syde
Syne fillit vp, with flesche and hyde
And maid ane Woman of that bone
Fairar of forme, wes neuer none.
Than tyll Adam Incontinent
That fair Lady, he did present.
Quhilk schortlie said, for to conclude
Thow art my flesche, my bonis, and blude.
And Virago, he callit hir than
Quhilk is Interpreit, maid of man.
Quhilk Eua, efterwart was Namit
Quhen for hir falt, scho wes defamit
Than did the Lord thame Sanctifie
Saying Incres, and Multiplie
Be this, men suld leif all thare kyn
And with thare wyffis mak dwellyn
And for thare saik leif Father and Mother
And lufe thame best, aboue all vther
[Page]For God hes ordanit thame trewlie
To be two Saulis, in one bodie
My wit is walk for tyll Indyte
Thare heuinlie plesouris Infinyte
Wes neuer none erthlie Creature
Sen syne had sic perfyte plesure.
Thay had puissance Imperiall
Aboue all thing materiall.
Als cunnyng Clerkis dois conclude
Adam precellit in pulchritude
Most Naturall, and the fairest man
That euer wes sen the warld began
Except Christ Iesu, Goddis Sone
To q [...]thome wes no comparisone
And Eua, the fairest Creature
That euer wes formit be Nature
Thocht thay war naikit as thay wer maid
No schame ather of vther haid.
Quhat plesour mycht ane man haue more
Nor haue his lady hym before
So lustie, plesand, and perfyte
Reddy to serue his appetyte.
Thay had none vther cure I wis
Bot past thare tyme, with Ioy and blis
Wyld Bet [...]s did to thame repair,
So did the Fowlis of the air
With noyis most Angelicall
Makand thame mirthis Musicall.
The fischis swemand in the strandis
[Page]Wet holelie at thare commandis.
All Creaturis with ane accord
Obeyit hym, as thare souerane Lord.
Thay sufferit nother heit nor cald
With euery plesour that thay wald.
Als to the deith thay wer nocht thrall
And rychtso suld we haue bene all
For he and all his successouris
Suld haue possedit those plesouris,
Syne frome that Ioy materiall
Gone to the glore Imperiall.
Thay had geue I can richt discryue
Greit Ioy in all thare wyttis fyue
In heiring, seing, gusting, smelling
Induring thare delytesum dwelling
Heiring the birdis harmoneis
Taisting the fruetis of diuers treis
Smelling the balmy dulce odouris
Quhilk did proceid frome fragrant flouris.
Seing so mony heuinlie hewis
Of blomes breking on the bewis
Of twicheing als thay had delyte
Of vtheris bodyis soft and quhyte,
But dout, Induring that plesour
Thay luffit vther Paramour
No maruell bene thocht swa suld be
Considering thare greit bewte
Als God gaue thame command expres
To multiplie, and tyll incres
[Page]That thare seid, and successioun
Mycht pleneis euery Natioun.
I list nocht tatie till declair
All properteis of that place preclair
Quhow herbis, and treis, grew ay grene,
Nor of the temperat air serene
Quhow fructis Indeficient
Ay alyke rype and redolent,
Nor of the Fontane, nor the fludis,
Nor of the flouris pulchritudis.
That mater Clerkis dois declair
Quharefor, I speik of thame na mair.
The Scripture makis no mentioun
Quhow lang thay rang in that Regioun,
Bot I beleue, the tyme wes schort
As diuers Doctouris dois report.

Of the Miserabill Transgressioun of Adam.

FATHER?
Courteo.
How happinit that mischāce
(Quod I) schaw me the circumstance
Declare me that cairfull cace
How Adam lost that plesand place
Frome hym, and his Successioun
Quhow did proceid that transgressioun▪
(Quod he)
Experien.
efter my rude Ingyne
I sall rehers the that rewyne
Quhen God the Plasmatour of all
In to the heuin Emperiall
Did Creat all the Angellis bricht
He maid one Angell most of micht
To quhome he gaue preeminence
Aboue thame all in Sapience
Because all vther he did prefer
Namit he wes bricht Lucifer
He wes so plesand and so fair
He thocht him self without compair,
And grew so gay and glorious
He gan to be presumpteous,
And thocht that he wald set his sait
In to the north, and mak debait
Agane the Maieste Deuyne
Quhilk wes the cause of his rewyne,
For he incurrit Goddis Ire
And banyst frome the heuin Empyre
With Angellis mony one Legioun
Quhilkis wer of his opinioun.
Innumerabill with him thare fell.
Sum lichtit in the lawest hell,
Sum in these did mak repair,
Sum in the erth, sum in the air
That most vnhappie cumpany [...]
At Father Adam had Inuye
Persauing Adam and his seid
Gene, iii.
In to rhair placis to succeid.
The Serpent wes the subtellest
Aboue all beistis and craftiest
[Page]Than Sathan, with ane fals intent
Did enter in to that Serpent
Imaginyng sum craftie wyle
Quhow he micht Adam best begyle
And gar hym brek commandement,
Bot to the woman first be went,
Traisting the better to preuaill
Full subtellie did hir assaill
With facund wordis, fals and fair
He grew with hir familiar
That he his purpose micht auance
Beleuand in hir Inconstance.
Quhat is the cause, Madame (said he)
That ȝe forbeir ȝone plesand tre,
Quhilk bene but peir most precious
Quhose fruct bene most delycious?
I Nyll (quod sche) thate to accord
We ar forbiddin be the Lord
The quhilk hes geuin vs lyberte
Tyll eit of euery fruct and tre
Quhilk growis in to Paradyse,
Brek we command, we ar nocht wyse.
He gaue tyll vs ane strait command
That tre to twiche nocht with our hand
Eit we of it, without remede
He said but dout, we suld be dede.
Beleue nocht that (said the Serpent)
Eit ȝe of it Incontinent,
Repleit ȝe sall be with Science
[Page]And haue perfyte Intelligence
Lyke God hymself, of euill and gude.
Than haistelie for to conclude
Heiring of this prerogatyue
Scho pullit doun the fruct belyue,
Throuch counsall of this fals Serpent
And eit of it to that intent,
And pat hir husband in beleue
That plesand fructe giue he wald preue
That he suld be als Sapient
As the greit God Omnipotent.
Think ȝe nocht that ane plesand thing
That we lyke God suld euer ring.
He heir and this Narratioun
And be hir solistatioun [...]
Mouit be prydefull ambitioun
He eit on that conditioun
The principall poyntis of this offence
War pryde, and Inobedience
Desyring for to be Equall
To God, the Creatour of all.
Allace Adam, quhy did thow so
Quhy causit thow this mortall wo?
Had thow bene constant ferme and stabill
Thy glore had bene Incomparabill
Quhare wes thy consideratioun
Quhilk had the Dominatioun
Of euery leuand Creature
That God had formit be Nature
[Page]Tyll vse thame at thy awin deuyse
Wes thow nocht prince of Paradyse?
Wes neuer man sen syne on lyue
That God gaue sic Prerogatyue
He gaue the strenth aboue Sampson,
And sapience more than Salomon,
Ȝoung Absolon in his tyme most fair
To thy bewtie wes no compair,
Aristotell thow did precell
In to Philosophie naturall,
Virgill in tyll his Poetrie,
Nor Cicero in till Oratrie,
War neuer half so Eloquent
Quhy brak thow Goddis Commandement
Quhare wes thy wit, that wald nocht fle
Far frome the presence of that tre?
Gaue nocht thy Maker the fre will
To tak the gude, and leif the euill?
Quhow micht thy forfalt be excusit
That Goddis commandement refusit
Throuch thy wyffis perswasioun
Quhilk hes bene the occasioun
Sen syne, that mony nobill men
Be the euill counsale of wemen
Alluterlie desiroyit bene
As in the historyis may be sene.
Quhilk now we neid nocht till declair
Bot fordwart till our purpose fair.
[Page]Quhen thay had eitin of the frute,
Of Ioy than war thay destitute
Than gan thay boith, for to think schame
And to be naikit thocht defame
And maid thame Breikis of leuis grene,
That thare secreitis suld nocht be sene.
Bot in the stait of Innocence
Thay had none sic experience
Bot quhen thay war to Syn subiectit
To schame and dreid thay war coactit
And in ane busk thay hid thame cloce
Eschamit of the Lordis voce,
Quhilk callit Adam be his Name
(Quod he) my Lord, I think greit schame
Naik it to cum to thy presence.
Thow had none sic Experience
(Quod God) quhen thow wes Innocent
Quhy brak thow my commandement.
Allace (quod Adam) to the Lord
The verite I sall record.
This woman that thow gaue to me
Gart me eit of ȝone plesand tre.
Rychtso the woman hir excusit
And said, the Serpent me abusit.
Than to the Serpent, God said thus,
O thow Desauer venemous,
Because the woman thow begylit
Frome thyne furth sall thow be exilit.
Curst and varyit sall thou be,
[Page]So sall thy seid be efter the.
Cauld erth salbe thy fude also
And creipand on thy breist sall go
Als I sall put Enemite
Betuix the woman euer and the
Betuix thy seid, and womannis seid
Salbe continuall mortall feid.
Quhowbeit thow hes wrocht thir myscheuis
It sall nocht be as thow beleuis
Sic seid salbe in woman sawin
That thy power salbe doun thrawin,
Tredding thy heid that thow may feill
And thow sall tred hym on the heill.
This was his promis, and mening
That the Immaculate Virging
Suld beir the Prince Omnipotent
Quhilk suld tred doun that fals Serpent
Sathan and all his companie
And thame confound alluterlie.
(Quod I)
Courteo.
geue Sathan prince of hell
Spak in the Serpent as ȝe tell
And beistis can no way syn at all
Quhy wes the Serpent maid so thrall?
I heir men say afore that hour
The Serpent had ane fair figour
And ȝeid straucht vp vpon his feit
And had his memberis all compleit
As vtheris beistis vpon the bent.
Experien.
(Quod he) for he wes Instrument
To Sathan, in this Miserie
Punist he wes, as ȝe may se.
As be experience thow may knaw
Expres in to the Commoun law
Ane man conuiteit for Bugre
The beist is brint, als weill as he
Howbeit the beist be Innocent.
And so befell of the Serpent
It was the Feynd full of despyte
Of Adamis fall quhilk had the wyte,
As he hes had of mony mo
Bot tyll our purpose lat vs go.
Than to the woman for hir offence
God did pronunce, this sore sentence.
All plesou [...] that thow had a sorrow
Sall changit be in lesting sorrow.
Quhare that thow suld with mirth and Ioy
Haue borne thy birth but pane or noy
Now all thy barnis sall thow bair
With dolour and continuall cair,
And thow salbe for oucht thow can
Euer subiectit to the Man.
Be this sentence, God did conclude
Wemen frome libertie denude.
Quhilk be experience ȝe may se
Quhow Quenis of most hie degre
Ir vnder most subiectioun
And sufferis most correctioun.
[Page]For thay lyke birdis in tyll ane cage
Ar keipit ay vnder thirlage.
So all wemen in thare degre
Suld to thare men subiectit be.
Quhowbeit sum ȝit wyll stryue for stait
And for the maistrie mak debait,
Quhilk gif thay want, boith euin & morrow
Thare men wyll suffer mekle sorrow
Of Eue, thay tak that qualite
To desyre Soueranite.
And than till Adam, said the Lord
Because that thow hes done accord
Thy wyll, and harknit to thy wyfe
Now sall thow lose this plesand lyfe,
Thow wes tyll hir obedient
Bot thow brak my Commandement
Cursit and baren the erth sall be
Quhare euer thow gois till that thow de.
But laubour, it sall beir no corne
Bot Thrissil, Nettill, Breir, and Thorne,
For fude thow gettis none vther beild
Bot eit the herbis vpon the feild,
Sore laubouring tyll thy browis sweit
Frome thyne furth sall thow wyn thy meit
I maid the of the erth certane
And thow in erth sall turne agane.
Than maid he thame Abilȝement
Of skynnis ane raggit Rayment.
[Page]Thame to preserue frome heit and cauld
Than grew thare dolour mony fauld.
Now Adam ar ȝe lyke tyll vs
With ȝour gay garment glorious?
To thame thir wordis, said the Lord
Than cryit thay boith Misericord
Quhen frome that gairth with hartis sore
Banischit thay wer for euer more,
In to this wrechit vaill of sorrow
With daylie laubour ewin and morrow
Efter quhose dolorous departing,
The Lord gaue Paradyse in keping
Tyll ane Angell of Cherubin
That none sulde haue entres tharein.
At the quhilk entres he did stand,
With flammand fyrie sword in hand,
To keip that Adam, and his wyfe
Sulde nocht taist of the tre of lyfe,
For geue thay of that tre had preuit
Perpetuallie thay micht hauelleuit.
So Adam, and his Successioun
Of Paradyse tynt possessioun,
And be this Syn Originall
War men to Miserie maid thrall.
My Sone now may thow cleirly se
This warld began with miserie
With miserie it doith proceid
Courteo.
Quhose fyne sall dolour be and dreid.
Father (quod I) quhat kynd of lyfe
[Page]Led Adam with his lustie wyfe
Efter thait baillfull banising?
(Quod he)
Experien.
continuall womenting
My hart hes ȝit compassioun
Quhow thay went wandring vp and doun
Weiping with mony lowd allace
That thay had lost that plesand place
In wildernes to be exyld
Quhare thay fand nocht bot beistis wyld
Mannessing thame for tyll deuore
Quhilkis all obedient war afore.
Father (quod I)
Courteo.
in quhat countre
Did leif Adam, efter that he
Was banischit frome that delyte?
Clerkis (quod he)
Experien.
hes put in wryte
Quhow Adam dwelt with mekle baill
In Mambet, in that lustie vaill,
Quhilk efter was, the Iowis land
Quhare ȝit his Sepulture dois stand
Gen. iiii.
I l [...]st nocht tary till discryue
The wo of Adam nor his wyne
Nor tell quhen thay had Sonnis two
Cayn, and Abell, and no mo.
Nor quhow curst Cayn, for Inuy
Did slay his brother cruelly
Nor of thait murning, nor of thare mone
Quhen thay but Sonnis wer left allone.
Abell lay slane vpon the ground
Curst Cayn fleinit, and Vacabound
[Page]Nor quhow God of his speciall grace
Send thame the thrid Sone fair of face
Most lyke Adam, of flesche and blude,
Seth was his Name, gracious and gude
Nor quhow blind Lameth, rakleslie
Did slay Cayn vnhappelie.
Adam as Clerkis dois discryue
Begat with Eue his wofull wyue,
Of Men Children, threttie and two
And of Dochteris alyke also.
Be this thow may weill vnderstand
That Adam saw mony ane thousand,
That of his body did discend
Or he out of the warld did wend.
Gene. [...].
Adam leuit in erth but weir
Compleit, nyne houndreth and thretty ȝeir
And all his dayis war bot sorrow
Remembring boith euin and morrow
Of Paradyre the prosperitie
And syne of his greit Miserie.
His hart micht neuer be reiosit
Remembring quhow the heuin wes closit
Frome hym, and his successioun,
And that be his transgressioun.
Efter his deith, as I heir tell
His Saule discendit to the hell
And thare remanit presoneir
In that Dungeoun, thre thousand ȝeir
And more, so did boith euill and gude
[Page]Till Christ for thame had sched his blude,
Than be that most precious Ransoun
Thay wer delyuerit of presoun
I haue declarit now as I can
The Miserie of the first man.

❧Quhow God Destroyit all Leuand Creaturis in erth for Syn, And Drownit thame be ane Terrible Flude, in the tyme of Noe. &c. ☞✚☜

PRVDENT Father Experience
Declare to me,
Courteo.
or ȝe go hence
Quhat was the cause God did distroy
All Creature in the tyme of Noe?
(Quhod he) I trimmyll for to tell
That Infortune,
Experien.
quhow it befell
The cause bene so abhominabill
And the mater so miserabill.
Bot for to schaw the Circumstance
Manifestlie of that mischance.
First I mon gar the vnstderstand
Quhow Adam gaif expres command
Gene. vi.
[Page]That those quhilkis come of Sethis blude
Because thay wer gratious and gude
Suld nocht contract with Caynis kyn
Quhilkis wer Inclynit all to Syn.
Tyll obserue that commandement
Cayn past in to the Orient
With his wyfe, callit Calmana
Quhilk was his awin Syster alswa.
Quhare his ofspring did lang remane
Besyde the montane of Tatbane.
And Seth did lang tyme lede his lyfe
With Delbora, his prudent wyfe
Quhilk wes his Sister gude and fair
In Damascene maid thair repair.
In that countre of Sethis clan
Discendit mony holy man
So lang as Adam wes leuand
The peple did obserue command
Quhen he wes dede, and laid in ground
And peple greitly did abound
And Cayn slane, as I haue schawin,
And Sethis dayis, all ouer blawin
Gene. vi.
The Sonnis than of Sethis blude
Seand the plesand pulchritude
Of the Ladyis of Caynis kyn
Quhowbeit thay knew weill it wes Syn
Opprest with sensuall lustis rage
Dip tak thame in to Mariage.
And so corruptit wes that blude
The gude with euill, and euill with gude.
[Page]Than as the peple did incres
Thay did abound in wickitnes
As holy Scripture dois rehers
Quhilk I abhor, to put in vers,
Or tell with toung, I am nocht a bill
The suthe bene so abhominabill.
Quhow men, and wemen, schamefullie
Abusit thame selfis vnaturallie,
Quhose foull abhominatioun
And vncouth fornicatioun
I think greit schame to put in wryte,
All that Paull Orose doith indyte.
Quhilk giue I wald at lenth declair
It wer yneuch to fyle the air.
Greit Clerkis of Antiquiteis
Hes wryttin mony trew storels
Quhilkis as worthy to be commendit
Quhowbeit thay be nocht comprehendit
At lenth in the Diuyne Scripture
Bot I sall do my besie cure
To tak the best (as I suppose)
That maist pertenis to my purpose,
And with support of Christ our king
I purpose to confirme no thing
Of the auld Hystoricience
Contrarious tyll his Excellence.
Quhowbeit that sum mennis Traditionis
Be contrair Christis Institutionis
Of thame thocht sum thing I declair,
[Page]Now lat vs proceid forthermair,
And with ane Language lamentabill
Declare this mater miserabill.
Courteo.
Father the causis wald I knaw
Quhy thay of Nature brak the law?
Experien.
I traist (quod he) that wickitnes
Generit throw sleuthfull Idilnes
The Deuill with all the craft he can
Quhen he persauis ane Idill man
Or woman geuin tyll Idilnes
He gettis esilie entres.
And so be this occasioun
And be the Feindis perswasioun
The hole warld vniuersallie
Corruptit was alluterlie.
Courteo.
Quhat wes the cause, thay Idle wair
That cace (quod I) to me declair?
Experien.
(Quod he) be my Imaginatioun
For laik of vertuous Occupatioun.
For of Craftis, thay had small vsage
Of Marchandyce, nor lauborage,
The erth than wes so plentuous
Of fruce, and Spyce delicious,
The herbis wer so comfortabill
Delytesum and Medicinabill,
The Fontanis fresche and redolent
To laubouring thay tuke lytle teut.
All maner of beistis at thare plesour
Did multiplie without laubour.
[Page]The tyme betuix Adam and Noe
To se the erth, it wes greit Ioy
Plantit with precious treis of pryce.
Four famous Fludis of Paradyce
Ran throuch the erth in syndrie partis
Spreiding thare branchis, in all airtis,
The watter was so strang and fyne
Thay wald nocht laubour to mak wyne.
The fruct, and herbis, wer so gude
Thay maid no cair for vther fude.
And so the peple tuke no cure
Bot past thare tyme at thare plesour,
Ay findand new Inuentionis
To fulfyll thare Intentionis,
So that the Lord Omnipotent
That he maid man did him repent.
And schew vntill his seruand Noe
That he wald all the warld distroy
Except hymself, and his Meinȝe.
Allace (quod Noe) quhen sall that be?
Than said the Lord, sen thow so speiris
I sall prolong sax score of ȝeiris
Tarying vpon thare repentance
Or I fulfyll my Iust Sentence.
In the meine tyme, fall thow to wark
Incontinent, and beild ane Ark.
Quhilk Noe began Obedientlie
And wrocht on it Continuallie.
And to the peple daylie preichrit
[Page]To cry for grace, he to thame techeit.
And to thame planelie did declair,
That God his wand no more wald spair,
Bot on thame he wald wirk vengeance.
To Noe ȝit gaue thay no credence
And so thay wer Incounsolabill
Vsing thare lust abhominabill
And tuke his precheing in despyte
Ay following thare foull delyte
More and more, till that dulefull day
Quhilk all the warld put in effray.
Courteo.
Father ȝe gart me vnderstand
Quhen Adam brak the Lordis cōmand
Tyl agment his afflictioun
God gaue his Maledictioun
Vnto the erth, quhilk wes so fair
That it suld barren be and bair
And without laubour beir no corne
Nor fruct, bot thrissill, breir, and thorne.
Now say ȝe, in the tyme of Noe
To se the erth, it wes greit Ioy,
Plantit with fourtis gude and fair
The suthe of this, to me declair.
Thir saying is two, gar me considder
Quhow ȝe mak thame agre to gidder.
God maid that promis sickerlie
Experien.
Quhowbeit it come nocht Instantlie
(Quod he) as Clerkis dois conclude.
Bot efter quhen the furious Finde
[Page]Distroyit the erth, alluterlie
Than come that promis sickerlie.
Eum siclyke as God gaue command
Adam to twiche nocht with his hand
Nor eit of the forbiddin tre,
Geue he did so, that he suld de.
Quhowbeit he deit nocht but weir
Efter that day nyne hundreth ȝeir.
Rychrso the Propheit Esayas
Spetkand of Christ, the greit Messias,
Esay. ix.
Say and the Barne, is till vs borne
To saif mankynd quhilk is forlorne,
As he had bene borne Instantlie
Ȝit wes he nocht borne verilie
Efter that saying mony one ȝeir
As in the Scripture, thow may heir,
Ane thousand ȝeir,
ii. [...]e. iii.
quho reknith riche
Is bot one hour, in Goddis sicht
Exemplis mony, I micht tell
Wer it nocht tedious for to dwell,
Tyll our purpose, lat vs proceid
Schawand the hicht, the lenth and breid
And qualite of Noyis Ark
Quhilk wes ane richt excellent wark.
Of Pyne tre maid bound weill about
Laid ouer with pik, within and out
Iunit full cloce, with naillis strong
And wes thre houndreth Cubitis long,
Fyftie in breid, thretty in hicht,
[Page]Thre Chalmeris Iunit weill and wicht,
And euerilk loft, aboue ane vther
Withoutin Anker, Air, or Ruther,
Ane richt Cubit, as I heir tell
Of mesour now micht bene ane ell
In the mid syde, ane dur thare wes
For Beistis ane esie entres.
This Ack quhilk was boith lang and large
Maid in the boddum, lyke ane Barge
Couerit with burdis weill abufe
Most lyke ane house, with set on rufe,
Quhose riggin wes, ane Cubit braid,
Quhatein thare wes, ane wyndo maid
Sum sayis, weil be closit with Christ all cleir
Quharethrow the day lycht micht weil appeir
This worke the more was to be prysit
Because be God, it wes deuysit.
Gen. vii.
The making of this Ark but weir
Indurit weill ane houndreth ȝeir.
Quhē Noe had done compleit this wark
God did hym close, within the Ark,
With him his wyfe, and Sonnis thre,
With thare thre wyfis, but mo menȝe.
And of all foulis of the air
Of euerilk kynd enterit ane pair.
Rychtso two Beistis of euerilk kynd
For quhy, it wes the Lordis mynd
That Generatioun suld nocht faill,
Quharefore of Femell, and of Maill
[Page]Of euerilk kynd wer keipit two.
Bot to rehers, myne hart is wo
The dolent Lamentatioun
That tyme of euerilk Natioun,
Say and allace ane thousand syis
Quhen wynd, and rane, began to ryis.
The Roikis with reird, began to ryue
Quhen vglie cluddis did ouerdryue
And dirkynnit so, the Heuinuis bricht,
That Sone, nor Mone, micht schaw no licht
The terribill trimling of erth quaik
Gart Biggingis bow, and Citeis sckaik,
The thounder raif the cluddis sobill
With horrible sound, Espouentabilli
The fyreflauchtis flew ouerthort the fellis
Thā wes thare nocht, bot ȝowtis and ȝellis.
Quben thay persauit, without remede,
All Creature, to suffer dede,
All Fontaris frome the erth vpsprang
And frome the heuin, the rane doun dang
Fourty dayis, and fourty nichtis
Than ran the Peple to the hichtis,
Sum clam in craigis, sum in treis,
And sum to the hichest montanis fleis
With more terrour, nor I can tell
Bot all for nocht, the fludis fell
And wynd did rowt, with sic ane reird
That euerilk wicht, waryit his weird.
Cryand allace, that thay wer borne
[Page]In to that Flude, to be forlorne.
Men micht no help mak to thare wyifts
Nor ȝit support thare barnis lyifis.
The fludis rofe, with so greit michtis
That thay ouer couerit all the hichtis.
Thay micht no more thare lyuis lenth
Bot swame so lang, as thay had strenth,
And so with cryis Lamentabill
Endit thare lyuis Miserabill.
Aboue montanis, that war most hie
Fyftie Cubitis rose the see.
Men may Imagyne in thare mynd
All Creature in to thare kynd.
Boith Beistis, and foulis in the air
In thare maneir, maid mekle cair,
The fischis thocht thame euill begyld
Quhē thay swame throuch the woddis wyld
Quhailis tumland amang the treis,
Wyld beistis swomand in the sen [...]
Bi [...]dis with mony pietuous pew
Efferitlie in the air thay flew,
So lang as thay had strenth to flee
Syne swattetit doun in to the see.
No thyng on erth, wes left on lyue
Beistis, nor foulis, Man, nor wyue.
God holelie did thame distroy
Except thame in the Ark with Noe,
The quhilk lay fictand on the flude
Welterand amang the stremis woo
[Page]With mony terribill effrayis
Remanit ane hundreth and fiftie days,
In greit lang our, and heuines
Or wynd, or rane, began to ceis.
Sumtyme effectuouslie pray and,
Sumtyme the Beistis vesiand
For be the Lordis commadement
He maid prouisioun sufficient.
For Noe dwelt in that Ark but dout
Ane ȝeir compleit,
Gen. viii
or be come out
Quhow at more lenth, in holy wryte
This dulefull historie bene Indyte,
And quhow that Noe, gan to teiose
Quhen Conductis of the heuin did close,
So that the Rane, no more discendit,
Nor the flude no more ascendit.
Quhen be persauit the heuinnis cleir
Hasend furth Corbie Mesfingeir
In to the air, for to espy
Geue he saw ony montanis dry.
Sum sayis the Rauin, did furth remane
And come norht to the Ark agane.
Furth flew the Dow, at Noes command,
And quben scho did persaue dry land
Of ane Olyue, scho brak ane branche,
That Noe mycht knaw the watter stanche,
And thare no more, scho did sudiorne,
Bot with the branche scho did returne,
That Noe micht cleirly vnderstand
[Page]That fellown Flude, was decressand.
And so it did, tyll at the last
The Ark vpon the ground stak fast
On the top of ane Montane hie
In to the land of Armenie.
And quhen that Noe had done espy,
Quhow that the erth began to dry,
Than dang he doun the durtis all,
And lousit thame, the quhilk wes thrall.
The foulis flew furth in the air,
And all the beistis pair and pair,
Past furth to seik thare Pastorages.
Thare wes than bot aucht Personages
Noe, his thre Sonnis, and thare wynis
On erth, that left was with thare lyuis,
Gene. ix.
Quhome God did blis, and Sanctifie,
Say and incres, and multiplie.
God wat geue Noe, wes blyith and glaid
Quhen of that presone he wes fraid.
Quhen Noe had maid his Sacrifice,
Thank and God of his Benefice,
He standyng on mont Armenie
Quhare he the countrie micht espie
Ȝe may beleue, his hart was sore
Seing the erth, quhilk wes afore
The Flude, so plesand and perfyte
Quhilk to behald, wes greit delyte
That now was barren maid and bair
Afore, quhilk fructuous was and fair.
[Page]The plesand treis, beityng fructis
Wer ly and rewin vp be the rutis,
The holsum herbis, and fragrant flouris
Had tynt boith vertew, and colouris
The feildis grene, and flurist meidis
Wer spulȝeit of thare plesand weidis,
The erth quhilk first wes so fair formit
Wes be that furious flude deformit,
Quhare vmquhyle wer, the plesand planis
Wer holkit Glennis, and hie montanis
Frome clattring craigis, greit and gray
The erth was weschin quyte away.
Bot Noe had greitest displesuris
Behaldand, the dede Creaturis,
Quhilk wes ane sicht richt Lamentabill
Men, wemen, Beistis, Innumerabill
Seyng thame ly, vpon the landis,
And sum wer fleting on the strandis
Quhaillis, and Monstouris of the seis
Stickit on stobbis, amang the treis.
And quhen the Flude was decressand
Thay wer left weltering on the land.
Afore the flude, during that space,
The sey wes all in to ane place.
Rychtso the erth, as bene decydit
In syndrie partis, wes nocht deuydit,
As bene Europe, and Asia
Deuydit ar, frome Africa.
Ȝe se now diuers Famous Ilis
[Page]Stand frome the main land mony mylis.
All thir greit Ilis, I vnderstand
War than equall, with the ferme land.
Thare wes none sey Mediterrane,
Bot onely the greit Occeane,
Quhilk did not spreid sic bullering strandis
As it dois now, ouirthort the landis.
Than be the raging of that flude
The erth of bertew wes denude,
The quhilk afore wes to be prysit
Quhose bewte than wer disagysit.
Than wes the Maledictioun knawin
Quhilk wes be God, till Adam schawin.
I reid quhow Clerkis dois conclude
Induring that most furious flude
With quhilk the erth wes so supprest,
The wynd blew furth of the southwest
As may be sene be experience.
Quhow throw the watteris violence
The hich montanis in euery art,
Ar bair forgane the southwest part.
As the montanis, of Pyreneis
The Alpes, and Rochis in the seis.
Rycht so the Rochis greit and gray
Quhilk standis into Norroway.
The hichest Hillis in euery art
And in Scotland, for the most part,
Throuch weltering of that furious flude,
The Cragis of erth warmaid denude.
[Page]Trauelling men, may considder best
The Montanis bair nyxt the southwest.
¶Declare (quod I) or ȝe conclude
Courteo.
Quhow lang leuit Noe, efter the flude.
(Quod he) in Genesis, thow may heir
Quhow that Noe, wes sex houndreth ȝeir,
Experien.
The tyme of his greit punischement
And ay to God obedient
Gene. ix.
And wes the best of Sethis blude.
And als he leuit efter the Flude
Thre hundreth and fyftie ȝeiris
As the samyn Scripture wytnes beiris.
And wes or he Randerit the spreit
Nyne hundreth and fyftie ȝeiris compleit.
To schaw this historie Miserabill
At lenth my wittis ar nocht abil.
And als my Sone, as I suppose
It langis nocht till our purpose,
To schaw quhow Noyis Sonnis thre
Gan to incres and multiplie.
Nor quhow that Noe, plantit the wyne
And drank tyll he wes drounkin syne,
And sleipit with his Membris bair,
And quhow Cham, maid for hym no cair
Bot leuch, to se his Father so
Quhowbeit his Brether wer richt wo.
Nor quhow Noe, but Restrictoun
Gaue Cham his Maledictioun
And put hym vnder Seruitude
[Page]To Sem, and Iaphet, that war gude.
Nor quhow God maid ane conuenent
With Noe, to mak no punischement,
Nor be no Flude the peple droun,
In signe of that Conditioun
His Raine Bow set in to the air,
Of diuers Heuinlie colouris fair,
For to be ane perpetuall sing
Be Flude, to mak no punissing
This Historie geue thow list to knaw
At lenth the Bibill sall the schaw.

The Secund buke Contening the Building of Babilon be Nimrod. And quhow King Ninus be­gan the first Monarchie, of thare Idolatrie. And quhow Se­miramis Gouernit the Impyre, Efter hir Husband King Ninus.

FATHER I pray ȝow to me tell.
The First Infortune that befell
Courteo.
Immediatlie efter the flude
And quho did first sched saikles blude
And quho Idolarrie began?
(Quod he) I sall do as I can.
Efter the Flude, I find no historie
Experien
Worthy to put in memorie
Tyll Nimrod began to King,
Aboue the peple as ane King,
Gene. x.
Quhilk wes the principall man of one
That beildar wes of Babilone.
That historie Maister wald I knaw
(Quod I) geue ȝe the suthe wald schaw,
Quhy, and for quhat occasioun
Courteou
Thay beildit sic one strang Doungeoun?
Than said to me Experience
I sall declare with diligence
Experien
Those Questionis, at thy command.
Bot first Sone, thow mon vnderstand
Of Nimrod, the Genealogie,
His strenth curage, and Quantite.
Quhowbeit Moyses in his first Buke,
That historie lichtlie did ouer luke,
Of hym no more, he doith declare
Except he was ane strang Huntare
Bot vtheris Clerkis curious
As Orose doith, and Iosephus,
Discryuis Nimrod at more lenth,
Boith of his stature, and his strenth,
This Nimrod was the fourt persoun
[Page]Frome Noe belyne discending doun.
Noe generit Cham, Cham generit Chus,
And Chus Nimrod, the suthe bene thus.
This Nimrod grew ane man of micht,
That tyme in erth, wes none so wicht.
He wes ane Gyant, stout and strang
Pet force wyld beistis he doun thrang,
The peple of that hole Regioun
Come vnder his Dominioun.
No man thare wes in all that land
His stalwartnes that durst ganestand.
No maruell wes thocht he wes wicht,
Ten Cubitis large, he wes of wicht.
Proportionat in lenth and breid,
Efferand to his hicht we reid.
He grew so greit and glorious,
So prydefull, and presumptuous,
That he come Inobedient
To the greit God Omnipotent.
This Nimrod was the principall man
That first Idolatrie began.
Than gart he all the peple call
Gene. xi.
To his presence boith greit and small,
And in that greit Conuentioun
Did propone his Intentioun.
My freindis (said he) I mak it knawin
The greit vengeance that God hes schawin,
In tyme of our fore Father Noe
Quhen he did all the warld distroy.
[Page]And dround thame in ane furious flude,
Quharefore, I think we suld conclude
Quhow we may mak one strang defence
Aganis sic watteris violence
For to tesist his furious Ire
Contrair boith to flude and fyre.
L [...]t vs go spy sum plesand feild
Quhare one strang bigging we may beild,
One Cietie, with ane strang Dungeoun
That none Ingyne may ding it doun,
So hich, so thik, so large, and lang
That God till vs sall do na wrang.
It sall surmont the planetis semn.
That we frome God may wyn the heuin.
Those peple with one ferme intent
All tyll his counsell did consent
And did espy ane plesand plais
Hard on the flude of Euphrates,
The peple thare did thame repair
In to the plaine feilde of Sinear,
Quhilk now of Chaldie beris the name
Quhilk did lang tyme flureis in fame.
Thare greit Fortres, thā did thay found
And kaist tyll thay gat souer ground.
All fell to work, baith man and Chylde
Sum holkit clay, sum brint the tyld.
Nimrod, that curious Campioun
Deuysar wes of that Dungeoun.
Na thing thay spairit thare laubouris
[Page]Lyke besy beis vpon the flouris,
Or Emmettis trauelling in to Iune
Sum vnder wrocht, and sum aboue,
With strang Ingenious Masonerie
Vpwart thare work did fortifie,
With brynt tyld stonis, large and wicht
That Tour thay raisit to sic hicht
Abufe the airis Regioun,
And Iunit of so strong fassioun
With Syment maid of pick and ter
Thay vsit none vther morter.
Thocht fyre or watter it assailit
Contrair that Dungeoun nocht auailir.
The land about wes fair and plane.
And it rais lyke ane hich montane.
Those fulische peple did intend
That to the Heuin it suld ascend
So greit one strenth wes neuer sene
In to the warld with mannis ene.
The wallis of that work thay maid
Two and fiftie faldome braid.
One faldome than, as sum men sayis
Mycht bene twa faldome in our dayis.
One man wes than of more stature
Nor two be now, thareof be sure.
¶ Iosephus baldis opinioun
Say and the hicht of this Dungeoun
Of large pasis of mesure bene
[Page]Fyue thousand, aucht score, and fourtene.
Be this rakning, it is full richt
Fyue mylis, and ane half in hicht.
Ane thousand pais, tak for ane myle
And thow sall find it neir that style
This toure in compas round about
Wer mylis ten, withouttin dout,
About the Cetie of Staidis
Foure houndreth, and four score I wis.
And be this noumer in compas
About thre score of mylis it was,
And as Orosius reportis
Thare wes fyue score of brasin portis.
The Translatour of Orosius
In tyll his Cronicle wryttis thus,
That quhen the Sonne is at the hicht
At none, quhen it dois schyne maist bricht
The schaddow of that hiduous strenth
Ser myle and more, it is of lenth.
Thus may ȝe Iuge in to ȝour thocht
Geue Babilon be hich or nocht.

❧ How God ma­id the Diuersite of Languagis, and maid Impediment to the Buildaris of Babilon.

THAN the greit God Omnipotent
To quhome all thingis bene present
That wes, and is, and euer salbe
Ar present tyl his Maieste,
The hid secretis of mannis hart
Frome his presens may nocht depart
He seand the Ambitioun
And the prydefull Presumptioun
Quhow thir proude peple did pretend
Vp throuch the heuinnis till ascend
Quhilk wes greit folie tyll deuyse
Sick one presumptuous interpryse.
For quhen thay wer most diligent
God maid thame sick impediment
Thay wer constraynit with hartis sore
Frome thyne depart and beild no more:
Sick Languagis on thame he laid
That none will quhat ane vther said.
Quhare wes bat ane Language afore
God send thame languagis threscore.
At that tyme all spak Hebrew,
Than sum began for to speik Grew,
Sum Duche, sum language Sarazyne
And sum beget to we [...] Latyne.
The Maister men, ga [...] to go wyld.
Cry and for treis, thay brocht thame tyld,
Sum said bryng mortar heir atonis
Than brocht thay to th [...]me stokis ād stonis.
And Nimrod thare greit Campioun
[Page]Ran rage and lyke ane wyld Lyoun
Manassing thame with wordis rude
Bot neuer one worde thay vnderstude,
Afore thay fand hym gude and kynd
Bot than thay thocht hym by his mynd,
Quhen he so furiouslie did flyte
Than turmit his pryde in to dispyte.
So dirk Gelipsit wes his glore
Quben thay wald wirk for hym no more.
Behald quhow God wes so gracious.
To thame quhilk wer so outragious.
He nother braik thare leggis nor armes,
Nor ȝit did thame none vther harmes,
Except of toungis diuisioun
And for fynall conclusioun
Constraynit thay wer for tyll depart
Ilk cumpanie in one syndrie art.
Sum past in to the Orient,
And sum in to the Occident,
Sum south, sum north, as thay thocht be [...]
And so thare policie left waist.
Bot quhow that Ciete was repairit
Heir efter it salbe declairit.

Of the first inuen­tion of Idolatrie. Quhow Nimrod com­pellit the Peple tyll adorne the Fyre in Chaldea:

Courteou.
NOVV Schir (said I) schaw me the mā
Quhilk first Idolatrie began?
Experien.
¶ That sall I do, with all my hart
My Sone (said he) or we depart.
Quhen Nimrod saw his purpose failit
And his greit laubour nocht auailit,
In maner of Contemptioun
Departit furth of that Regioun,
And as Orosius doith reherse
He past in to the land of Perse.
And mony one ȝeir, did thare remane
And syne to Babilon come agane
And fand huge peple of Chaldie
Remanand in that greit Citie
That wer glaid of his returning
And did obey hym as thare king.
Nimrod his Name for tyll auance
Amang thame maid new ordinance:
Say and I think ȝe ar nocht wyis
That to none God makis Sacrifyis.
Than to fulfill his fals desyre,
He gart be maid ane flammand fyre,
And naid it of sic breid and hicht
He gart it birn botth day and nicht
Than all the pepill of that land
Adorit the fyre, at his command,
Proste thit on kneis and facis
Beseik and thare new God of gracis,
To geue thame more occasioun
[Page]He maid thame greit perswasioun,
This God (said he) is maist of micht
Schaw and his bemison the nicht.
Quhen Sonne, and Mone, at baith obscure
His heuinly brichtnes dots indure.
Quhen mennis memberis sufferis cald
Fyre warmis thame euin as thay wald.
Than cryit the Peple at his desyre
Thare is no God except the fyre.
Or thare was ony Imagerie
Began this first Idolatrie.
At that tyme, thare wes none vsage
To [...]arue, nor for to paynt Image.
Than maid he Proclamatioun
Quho maid nocht adoratioun
To that new God, without remede
In to that fyre suld suffer dede.
I finde no man in to that land
His tyrannie that durst ganestand
Bot Abraham, and Aram, his brother
That disobeyit, I find none vther
Quhilk dwell and war, in that countrie
With thare Father calit Thare.
Thir brether Nimrod did repreue,
Sayand tyll hym, Lord with ȝour leue,
This fyre is bot ane Element,
Pray ȝe to God Omnipotent
Quhilk maid the Heuinnis be his micht,
Sonne, Mone, and sterris, to geue licht.
[Page]He maid the fischis in the seis
The erth, with beistis, herbis, and treis,
And last of all, for to conclude
He maid man to his similitude.
To that greit God geue pryse and glore
Quhose Ring induris euermore.
Than Nimrod in his furious Ire.
Thir brether boith kest in the fyre,
Abraham be God he wes preseruit,
Bot Aram in the fyre he steruit.
Quhen Thare, hard his Sone wes dede
He did depart out of that stede,
With Abraham, Nachor, and thare wyuis,
As the Scripture at lenth discryuis.
And left the land of Chaldea
And past to Mesopotamia,
And dwelt in Tharan all his dayis
And deit thare, as the story sayis
The lyfe of Abraham I suppose
No thing langis tyll our purpose.
In to the Bibill thow may reid
His verteous lyfe, in word and deid.
Now to the, I haue schawin the man
That first Idolatrie began.

Of the greit Miserie And scathis that cummis of Weiris: And quhow king Ninus began the first weiris, and straik the first Battell.

FATHER I pray ȝow with my hart
Courteou.
Declare to me or we depart
Quho first began thir mortall weiris
Quhilk euerilk faithful hart effeiris
And euery policie doun thrawis
Expres agane the Lordis lawis?
Sen Christ our King Omnipotent
Left Pece in tyll his Testament,
Quhow dois proceid this cruelte
Aganis Iustice, and Equire?
In land qubar ony weiris bene
Greit Miserie thare may be sene.
All thing on erth, that God hes wrocht
Weir, dois distroy, and puttis at nocht,
Citeis, with mony strang Doungeoun
Ar brint, and to the erthboung doun.
Virginis, and Matronis ar deflorit
Templis, that rychelie bene decorit
Ar brint and all thare Preistis spulȝeit,
Pure Orphelenis vnder feit ar fulȝeit,
Mony auld men maid Childerles
And mony Childer fatherles,
Of famous Sculis the Doctryne
Baith Naturall Science, and Deuyne,
And euery vertew trampit doun
No Reuerence done to Religioun.
Strenthis destroyit alluterlie,
Fair Ladyis forsit schamefullie.
Ȝoung Wedowis spulȝeit of thare Spousis
[Page]Pure Lauboraris houndit frō thare housis,
Thare dar no Merchand tak on hand
To trauell nother be sey nor land,
For boucheourꝭ quhilk dois thame cōfound.
Sum murdreist bene, & sum ar dround.
Craftismen of curious Ingyne
Alluterlie put to rewyne,
The Bestiall reft, the Commonnis slane
The land but laubouring dois remane.
Of Policie the perfyte warkis
Beildingis, Gardingis, plesand parkis,
Aliuterlie distroyit bene,
Greit Grangis brynt thare may be sene.
Ryches bene turnit to pouerte
Plente in tyll penurite.
Deith, Hounger, Derth, it is weill kend
Of weir, this is the fatall end.
Iustice turnit in tyrrannie
All plesour in aduersitie.
The Weir allutetlie doun thrawis
Baith the Ciuill, and Cannoun lawis
Weir, generis Murthour, and mischeif,
Sore lamenting without releif.
Weir doith distroy Realmes and Kingis,
Greit Princis weir to presoun bringis.
Weir, scheddis mekle saikles blude.
Sen I can say of Weir na gude,
¶ Declare to me Schir geue ȝe can
Quho first this Miserie began?

Ane schort Descrip­tioun of the Four Monarcheis. And quhow King Ninus began the first Monarchie. ☜✚☜

OF Weiris (said he) the greit outrage
Began in to the secund age,
Exp [...]
Be ciuell, prydeful couetous kingi [...]
Reuaris but richt of vtheris ringis.
Quhowbeit Cayn afore the flude
Wes first schedder of saikles blude,
Ninus wes first and principall man
Quhilk wrangous conquessing began.
And was the man withoutein faill
In erch, that straik the first battaill,
And first Inuentit Imagerie
Quhate throuch came greit Idolatrif.
☞We most knaw, or we forther wend
Of quhome king Ninus did discend.
Ninus geue I can rycht defyne
He wes frome Noe, the fyft belyne.
Noe generit Cham, Cham generit Chus,
And Chus Nimrod, Nimrod Belus,
And Belus Ninus but lesing
Of Assyria the secund king.
And beildar of that greit Cite
The quhilk was callit Ninius
[Page]And wes the first and principall man
Quhilk the first Monarchie began.
Courteou.
☞ Father (quod I) declare to me
Quhat signifyis ane Monarchie?
Experien.
The suith (said he) Sone geue thow knew,
Monarchie, bene ane terme of Grew
As quhen ane Prouince principall
Had hole power Imperiall
Duryng thare Dominationis
Abufe all kingis and Nattonis
One Monarchie, that men dois call.
Of quhome I find four principall
Quhilk hes roung sen the warld began.
Courteo.
Than (said I) Father geue ȝe can,
Quhilk four bene thay, schaw me I pray ȝow
Experien.
My Sone (said he) that sall I say ȝow
¶First rang the Kingis of Assyrianis:
Secundlie rang the Persianis:
The Greikis thridlie, with swerd and fyre
Perforce obtenit the thrid Impyre.
The fourt Monarchie, as I heir
The Romanis brukit mony ane ȝeir.
Lat vs first speik of Ninus king,
Quhow he began his Conquessing.
☞The auld Greik Historiciane
Diodorus, he wryttis plane
At richt greit lenth, of Ninus king,
Of his Impyre, and Conqueissing,
And of Semitamis his wyfe
[Page]That tyme the lustiest on lyfe.
It wer to lang to put in wryte
Quhilk Diodore hes done indyte,
Bot I sall schaw as I suppose
Quhilk maist belangis thy purpose.
Quhen Nimrod, Prince of Babilone
Out of this wrechit warld wes gone
And his Sone Belus deid alswa,
The first King of Assyria,
This Ninus quhilk wes secund king
Tryumphantlie began to ring,
And wes nocht satifyit, nor content
Of his a win Regioun, nor his rent,
Thynk and his glore for till aduance
Be his greit peple and puissance,
Throuch Pryde, Couetyce, and vane glore
Did hym prepare to conqueis more.
And gatherit furth ane greit Armie
Contrate Babilon, and Chaldie,
Quhare of he had ardent desyre
Tyll Iune that land till his Impyre,
Quhowbeit he had thareto no richt
Bot by his tyranie and micht,
Without in feir of God or man
His Conquessing thus he began.
☞His peple beand in array
To Chaldea tuke the reddy way
Quhen that the Babilonianis
To gether with the Chaldeanis,
[...] [...]
[Page]Hard tell King Ninus wes cummand
Maid proclamationis throuch the land,
That ilk man efter thare degre
Suld cum and saif thare awin countre.
Quhowbeit thay had no vse of weir
Thay past fordwart withouttin feir,
And put thame selfis in gude ordour,
To meit king Ninus on the bordour,
In that tyme ȝe sall vnderstand
Thare wes no harnes in the land
For tyll defend, nor tyll Inuaid,
Quharethrow more slauchter thair wes maid
Thay faucht throw strenth of thate bodeis
With gaddis of Irne, with stonis and treis.
With sound of horne, & hidduous cry
Thay ruschit to gither ticht rudely,
With hardy harte, and strenth of handis
Tyll thousandis dede lay on the landis.
Quhare men in battell naikit bene
Greit slauchter sone thare may be sene.
Thay faucht so lang and cruellie
And with vncertane victorie,
No man mycht Iuge that stude on far
Quho gat the better, nor the war.
Bot quhen it did approche the nicht
The Chaldeanis thay tuke the flicht.
Than the king and his companie
Wer richt glaid of that victorie,
Because he wan the first battell
[Page]That strikkin wes in erth but faill.
And peceable of that Regioun
Did take the hole Dominioun.
Than wes he King of Chal [...]ea
A [...]swe [...]ll as of Issyria.
As for the King of Arabi [...].
I [...] his conquest maid hym supplie
¶ Of this ȝit wes he nocht content
Bot to the Realme of Mede he went.
Quhare Farnus king of that countre
Did meit hym with ane greit Armie.
Bot King Ninus the Battell wan,
Quhare slane wer mony nobyll man.
And to that king wald geue no grace
Bot planelie in one publict place
With his seuin Sonnes, and his Ladie,
Cruellie did thame Crucifie.
Of that tryumphe he did Reiois,
Syne fordwart to the feild he gois
Than conqueist he Armenia,
Perse, Egypt, and Pamphylia,
Cappadoce, Lide, and Mauritane,
Caspta, Phrigia, and Hyrcane,
All Africa, and Asia,
Except greit Inde, and Bactria,
Quhilk he did conques efterwart
As ȝe sall heir or we depart.
Now wald I or we forther wend
That his Idolatrie wer kend.
[Page]Syue efter that without sudiorne,
Tyll our purpose we sall returne.

Quhow king Ni­nus Inuentit the first Idolatrie of Imagis.

NINVS one Image he gart maik,
For king Belus his Fatheris saik,
Maist lyke his father of sigour
Of quantite and portratour.
Of fyne Gold, wes that figour maid
Ane craftie Croun apon his heid,
With precious stonis in tokning
His father Belus wes ane King.
In Babilon he ane tempyll maid
Of craftie work, baith hich and braid,
Quharein that Image gloriouslie
Wes thronit vp tryumphantlie.
Than Ninus gaif ane strait command
Tyll all the peple of that land
Alsweill in till Assyria
As in Sinear, and Chaldia,
Vnder his Dominatioun
Thay sulde make Adoratioun
Apon thare kneis to that figour,
Vnder the pane of forfaltour.
Thare wes na Lord in all that land
His soummonding that durst ganesiand
Than ȝoung and auld, baith greit and small
[Page]Till that Image thay prayit all
And changit his Name as I heir tell
From Belus, to thare gret God Bell
In that tempill he did deuise
Preistis for til mak Sacrifice,
Be consuetude, than come ane law
None vther God that thay wald knaw
And als he gaif to that Image
Of Sanctuarie the Priuilege
For quhat sum euer tragressour
Ane Homicide, or Oppressour
Seand that Image in the face
Of thare gilt gat the kyngis grace.
¶ Declare to me,
Courteo.
sweit schir (said I)
Wes thare no more Idolatry?
Efter that this fals Idole Bell
Wes thronit vp, as ȝe me tell.
¶ My Sonne (said he)
Experien.
incontinent
The nouellis throuch the warld thay went
Quhow kyng Ninus, as I haue said
Ane curious Image he had maid
To the quhilk all his Natioun
Maid deuote adoratioun
Than euery Countre tuke consait
Thay wald kyng Ninus conterfait
Quhen ony famous man wes deid
Sett vp one Image in his steid
Quhilk thay did honour frome the splene
As it Immortall God had bene
[Page]Imagis sum maid for the nonis
Of fyne gold, sum of stokis and stonis
Of syluer sum, and Euer bone
With diuers names till eueryone
For sum thay callit Saturnus
Sum Iuppiter, sum Neptunus
And sum thay callit Cupido
Thare God of lufe, and sum Pluto
Thay callit sum Mercurius
And sum the wyndie Eolus
Sum Mars maid lyke ane man of weir
Enarmit weill with sworde and speir
Sum Bacchus, and sum Apollo
Of names thay had ane houndreth mo.
❧Quhen one Lady of greit fame
Wes dede, for till exalt hir name
Ane Image of hir portratour
Walde sett vp in ane Oratour
The quhilk thay callit thare goddes
As Venus, Iuno, and Pallas,
Sum Cleo, sum Proserpina
Sum Ceres, Vesta, and Diana,
And sum the greit goddes Mynerue
With curious colouris thay wald carue
Amang the Poetis, thou may see
Of fals goddis, the genealogie.
☞ So thir abhominationis
Did spreid ouerthort al Nationis
Except gude Abraham, as we reid
[Page]Quhilk honourit God, in worde and deid
For Abraham had his beginning
In to the tyme of Ninus king
Ninus begane with tirrannie
And Abraham with humilitie
Ninus began the first Impyre,
Abraham, of weir, had no desyre
Ninus began Idolatrie
Abraham in spreit and veritie
He prayit to the Lorde alone
Fals Imagerie, he wald haue none
Of him discendit, I heir tell
The twelf Tribis of Israell
Thir pepill maid adoratioun
With humyll supplicatioun
Tyll him quhilk wes of king is king
That heuin and erth, maid of na thing
Dede Imagis, thay held at nocht
That wer with mennis handis wrocht
Bot the almychtie God of lyfe,
My Sone now haue I done discryfe
Thir questionis at thy commande.
The quhilkis thow did at me demande.
Courteo.
Quhat wes the cause (schir mak me sure)
Idolatrie did so lang indure
Outthrouch the warlde so generallie
And with the Gentilis specialle?
Experien▪
(Quod he) sum causis principall
I fynde in my memoriall
First wes through Princis commandement
Quhilk did Idolatrie inuent
[Page]Syne singular profite of the Preistis
Payntourꝭ, Goldsmythis, Masonis, wrichtis
Thir men of craft, full curiouslie
Maid Imagis so plesandlie
And sauld thame for ane sumptuous pryce
So be thare crafty Merchandyce
Thay wer maid riche abone mesure,
As for the Preistis, I the assure
Large profite gat ouerthort all landis
Throuch Sacrifice, and offerandis
And be thare fayned sanctitude
Abusit mony one man of gude,
Daniell, iii.
As in the tyme of Daniell
The Preistis of this Idoll Bell
Quhen Nabuchodonosor King
In Babilon royallie did ring
Thir preistis the king gart vnderstand
That Image maid be mennis hand
He wes ane glorious God of lyfe
And had sic ane prerogatyfe
That be his greit power deuyne
Wald eit Beif, Muttoun, Breid, and wyne
And so the king gart euery day
Afore Bell on his aulter lay
Fourty fresche vedderis fat and fyne
And sax greit Rowbouris of wicht wyne
Twelf greit Louis, of bowtit flour
Quhilk wes all eittin in one hour
Nocht he that Image deif and dum
[Page]Bot be the Preistis all and sum
As in the Bibill thow may ken
Quhose noummer wer three score and ten,
Thay, and thare wyfis euerilk daye
Eit all that on the Aulter laye
Than Daniell in conclusioun
Schew the King thare abusioun
And of thare subteltie, maid him sure
Quhow vnderneth the tempill flure
Throuch ane passage thay come be nicht
And eit that meit with candill licht.
¶ The King quhen he the mater knew
Thir preistis, with al thare wyffis he slew
Thus subtellie the kyng was sylit
And all the peple wer begylit
My Sone (said he) now may thou ken
Quhow be the Preistis, and craftismen
And be thare craftines and cure
Idolatrie, did so lang indure.
☞Behauld quhow Ihone Boccatius
Hes wryttin workis wounderous
Off Gentilis supperstioun
And of thare greit abusioun
As in his greit Buke thow may see
Of fals Goddis, the Genealogie
Of Demogorgon, in speciall
Fore Grandschir, tyll the Goddis all
Honourit amang Archadianis
And of the fals Philistianis
[Page]With thare greit deuyllische god Dagon
With vtheris Idolis mony one
Bot I abhor the treuth to tell
Of the Princis of Israell
Chosin be God Omnipotent
iii. Reg. xi.
Quhow thay brak his Commandement,
King Salomon, as the Scripture sayis
He dotit in his lattrer dayis
His wantoun wyffis to compleis
He curit nocht God till displeis
And did commit Idolatrie
Worschipping caruit Imagerie
As Moloch god of Ammonites
And Chamos, god of Moabites
Astaroth, god of Sydoniens
So for his inodediens
And fowll abhominatioun
Wer punist his successioun
His sonne Roboam, I heir tell
Tint the ten Trybis of Israell
For his Fatheris Idolatrie
As in the Scripture thou may see.
FINIS.

❧ Of Imagis vsit Amang Christin Men.

FATHER ȝit ane thing I wald speir?
Courteo.
Behalde in euery kirk and Queir
Throuch Christindome in Burgh and land
Imagis maid, with mannis hand
To quhome bene geuin, diuers names
Sum Peter, & Paule, sum Ihone, & Iames
Sanct Peter caruit with his keyis,
Sanct Michael with his wyngꝭ and weyis,
Sanct Katherine, with hir sworde & quheill.
Ane Hynd sett vp besyde sanct Geill
It war to lang, for till discryue
Sanct Francis with his woundis fyue,
Sanct Tredwall als thare may be sene
Quhilk on ane preik hes baich hir ene,
Sanct Paul weill payntit with ane sworde
As he wald fecht at the first worde,
Sanct Apolline on alter standis,
With all hir teith, in tyll hir handis,
Sanct Roche weill seisit men may see
Ane byill new brokin on his thee,
Sanct Eloy he dois staitly stand
Ane new horse scho in till his hand
Sanct Niniane of ane rottin stok
Sanct Doutho borrit out of ane blok,
Sanct Androw with his Croce in hand,
Sanct George vpon ane horse rydand,
Sanct Anthonie sett vp with ane sow,
Sanct Bryde weill caruit with ane kow,
[Page]With coistlie colouris fyne and fair
Ane thousande mo, I mycht declare
As sanct Cosme and Damiane,
The Sowtaris sanct Crispiniane,
All thir on altare staitly standis
Preistis cryand for thare offerandis,
To quhome we Commonnis on our kneis
Dois worschip all thir Imagereis,
In Kirk, in Queir, and in the closter
Prayand to thame our Pater noster,
In Pilgramage frome town to town
With offerand, and with orisoun
To thame ay babland on our beidis
That thay may help vs in our neidis
Quhat differis this declare to me
Frome the Gentilis Idolatrie?
Experien.
¶Gyff that be trew that thou reportis
It gois richt neir thir samyn sortis
Bot we be counsall of Clargie
Hes lycence to mak Imagerie
Quhilk of vnlernit bene the bukis
For quhen lauit folk vpon thame lukis
It bringis to rememberance
Of Sanctis lyuis the circumstance,
Quhow the faith for to fortifie
Thay sufferit paine richt pacientlie,
Seand the Image of the Rude
Men sulde remember on the Blude
Quhilk Christ in till his Passioun
[Page]Did sched for our Saluatioun,
Or quhen thou seis ane portrature
Of blyssit Marie Virgine pure
One bony Babe vpon hir knee
Than in thy mynde remember thee
The wordis quhilkꝭ the Propheit said,
Quhow scho sulde be baith Mother & maid.
Bot quho that sittis doun on thair kneis
Pray and tyll ony Imagereis
With Orisone or offerand
Kneland with cap in to thare hand
No difference bene I say to thee
Frome the Gentiles Idolatrie.
¶Rycht so of diuers Nationis
I reid the abhominationis
Quhow Grekis maid thair deuotioun haill
To Mars to saif thame in battaill
Till Iuppiter, sum tuke thare vayage
To saue thame frome the stormis rage
Sum prayit to Venus, frome the splene
That thay thare luffis micht obtene
And sum to Iuno, for ryches
Thare pilgramage thay wald addres.
¶So dois our coummoun populare
Quhilk war to lang for till declare
Thare superstitious pilgramagis
To mony diuers Imagis
Sum to sanct Roche with diligence
To saif thame frome the pestilence
[Page]For thare teith to sanct Apolline,
To sanct Tred well, to mend thare ene,
Sum makis offer and to sanct Eloy
That he thare horse may weill conuoy,
Thay ryn, quhen thay haue Iowellis tin [...]
To seik sanct Syith or euer thay stint,
And to sanct Germane to get remeid
For Maladeis in to thare heid,
Thay bryng mad men on fute and hors
And byndis thame to sanct Mongois cros.
To sanct Barbara thay cry full fast
To saif thame frome the thonder blast
For gude Nouellis as I heir tell
Sum takis thare gait to Gabriell.
Sum wyffis sanct Margaret dois exhort
In to thare byrth thame to support
To sanct Anthony to saif the sow,
To sanct Bryde to keip Calf and kow,
To sanct Sebastiane, thay ryn and ryde
That frome the schot he saif thare syde
And sum in hope to get thare haill
Rynnis to the auld Rude of Kerraill.
Quhowbeit thir simple pepill rude,
Thynk thare intentioun be bot gude,
Wo be to Preistis I say for me.
Quhilk suld schaw thame the veritie.
Prelatis quhilkis hes of thame the cure
Sall mak answeir thairof be sure
On the greit day of Iudgement
[Page]Quhen no tyme beis for to repent
Quhare manyfest Idolatrie
Sall punist be perpetuallie.

Ane exclamatioun Aganis Idolatrie.

IMPRVDENT Peple, Ignorant & blind
Be quhat reasone, Law,
Experien.
or auctoritie
Or quhat autentick Scripture can ȝe find
Lesum for till commit Idolatrie
Quhilk bene to bow ȝour body or ȝour kne
With deuote humyll adoratioun
Till ony Idoll maid of stone or tre
Geuand to thame offer and or oblatioun.
Quhy do ȝe giue the honour laude and glore,
Pertenyng God, quhilk maid al thing of not,
Quhilk wes, and is, and salbe euer more,
Tyll Imagis be mennis handis wrocht
O fulysche folk, quhy haue ȝe succour socht
Of thame quhilk can not help ȝow in distres
Ȝit reasonably reuolf in to ȝour thocht
In stok, nor stone, can be none holynes.
In the desert the peple of Israell
Moyses remanyng in the mount Synay
Thay maid ane moltin Calf of fyne mettell,
Exodi. .xxxii.
Quhilk thay did honour as thare god verray
Bot quhen Moyses desceudit I heir say
And did consider thare Idolatrie
[Page]Of that peple, three thousand gart he slay
As the Scripture at lenth dois testifie.
Daniell. xiiii.
¶Because the holy Propheit Daniell,
In Babilon Idolatrie repreuit
And wald not worschip thare fals idoll Bell,
The hole peple at him wer so aggreuit
To that effect, that he suld be mischeuit
Delyuerit him to rampand Lyonis seuin,
Bot of that dangerous den, he wes releuit
Throuch mirakle of the greit God of heuin.
¶Behauld quhow Nabuchodonosor king,
In to the vaill of Duran, did prepare
One Image of fyne gold, one m̄ualloꝰ thing
Dani. iii.
Thre score of cubitis hich, and sax in square
As more cleirlie, the Scripture dois declare
To quhome all peple be proclamatioun
With bodyis bowit, and on thare kneis bare
Rycht humillie thay maid adoratioun.
¶Ane greit wounder, that day wes sene also
Quhow Nabuchodonosor, in his Ire
Tuke Sidrach, Misach, and Abednago
Quhilk wald not bow thare kne at his desyre
Tyll that Idoll, gart cast thame in the fyre
For to be brynt, or he sterit of that stede
Quhen he beleuit, that wet brynt bone & lyre,
Wes not cōsumit ane small hair of thair hede
☞The Angel of the Lord wes w t thame sene
[Page]In that hate furneis passing vp and doun
In tyll ane rosie Gatth, as thay had bene
None spot of fyre, distayning cot nor goun,
Nf victorie thay did obtene the croun
And wer to thame, that maid adoratioun
To that Idoll, or bowit thare body doun
Ane witnessing of thare Dampnatioun.
Quhat wes the cause at me thou may demād
That Salomon vsit none Imagerie
In his triumphat Temple for till stand?
Of Abraham, Ysac, Iacob, nor Iesse,
Nor of Moyses, thare sauegard throuch y e see
Nor Iosue, thare vailȝeand Campioun?
G [...]od [...] Dea [...]
Because God did command the contrarie
Thay sulde not vse sic superstitioun.
¶Behald quhow the greit God omnipotent
To preserue Israell frome Idolatrie
Directit thame ane strait commandement
Thay suld nocht mak, none caruit Imagerie
Nother of gold, of siluer, stone, nor tre
Nor giue worschip till ony similitude,
Beand in heuin, in erth, nor in the see
Bot onelie till his Souerane celsitude.
The Propheit Dauid, planely did repreue.
Idolatrie to thair confusioun
In grauit stok, or stone, that did beleue,
Declaryng thame thare greit abusioun
[Page]Spekand in maner of derisioun.
Quhow dede Idolis be mēnis hādis wrocht
Quham thay honourit, with humill orisoun
Wer in the merket daylie sauld and bocht.
¶ The Deuillis feand the cuyll conditioun.
Of the Gentilis, and thare vnfaithfulnes
For tyll agment, thare superstitioun
In those Idolis, thay maid thare entres,
And in thame spak, as storyis dois expres
Than men beleuit of thame to get releif
Askand thame help, in all thare besynes
Bot finallie that turnit to thair mischeif.
☞ Traist weill in thame, is none Diuinitie.
Quhē reik & roust, thair fair colour dois faid
Thocht thay haue feit one fute thay cā not fle
Quhowbit y e tempil birn aboue thare heid
In thame is nother freindschip nor remeid
In sic figuris quhat fauour can ȝe find?
With mouth & citis, & ene thocht thay be maid
All men may see, thay at dum, deif, & blind.
Quhowbeit yai fal doun flatlingis on y e flure
Thay haue no strenth thare self to rais agane
Thocht rattonis ouir yam rin yai tak no cure
Howbeit thay brek yair nek yai fell no paine
Quhy suld mē Psalmis to thame sing or sane
Sen growand treis, that ȝeirly beris frute
Ar more to praise, I make it to the plane
Nor cuttit stockis wanting baith crop & rute.
☞ Of Edinburgh, the greit Idolatrie,
And manifest abhominatioun,
On thare feist day, all Creature may see
Thay beir ane alo stok Image throw y e toui [...]
With talbrone, trumpet, schalme, & clarioun
Quhilk hes bene vsit, mony one ȝeir bigone
With preistis, and freris, in to processioun
Siclyke as Bel wes borne throuch Babilon.
Eschame ȝe nocht ȝe seculare preistis & freris
Till so greit superstitioun to consent?
Idolateris ȝe haue bene mony ȝeris
Expres agane the Lordis commādement.
Quharefor brether I counsale ȝow repent
Giue no honour, to caruit stok, nor stone
Giue laude and glore, to God Omnipotent
Allanerlie, as wyselie wryttis Ihone.
Fy on ȝow Freiris, that vsis for to preche.
And dois affect to sick Idolatrie
Quhy do ȝe nocht the Ignorant peple teche
Quhow ane dede Image caruit of one tre
As it wer holy suld nocht honourit be?
Nor borne on Burges backis vp and doun.
Bot ȝe schaw planelie ȝour Hypocrisie
Qhen ȝe pas formest in processioun.
☞Fy on ȝow fosteraris of Idolatrie,
That till ane dede stok dois sick reuerence
[Page]In presens of the peple, publikelie.
Feir ȝe nocht God, to commit sic offence?
I counsale ȝow, do ȝit ȝour diligence
To gar suppresse sic greit abusioun
Do ȝe nacht so, I dreid ȝour recompence
Salbe nocht ellis bot clene confusioun.
Had sanct Frāces, bene borne out throw y e tōn
Or sanct Dominis, thocht ȝe had not refusit
With thame, till haue pa [...] in processioun
In tyll that case, sinn wald haue ȝow excusit.
Now mē may see, quhow that ȝe haue abusit
That nohill toun, throuch ȝour Hypocrisie,
The peple crowis y e thay may richt weill vsit
Quhen ȝe pas with thame in to companie.
Sum of ȝow hes bene quiet counsallouris,
Prouokand Princis, to sched saikles blude
Quhilk neuer did ȝour prudēt predecessouris
Bot [...] lyke furious Phariseis denude
Of cheritie, quhilk rent Christ on the rude
For Christis flok, without malice or Ire.
Conuertit fragill faltouris I conclude
Be Goddis worlde, without swerd or fyre.
Mathew xviii.
Reid ȝe not quhow, y e Christ hes geui cōmād,
Giue thy brother dosth oucht the till offend,
Than secreitlie correct him hand for hand
In freindlie maner, or thou forther wend.
Giue he wil nocht heir the, than mak it kend
[Page]Tyll one or two, be trew narratioun.
Gyf he for thame, will not his mys amend
Declare him to the Congregatioun.
¶ And giue he ȝit remanis obstinate
And to the holy kirk Incounsalabill
Than like ane Turk hald him excōmunicate
And with all faithfull folk abhominabill,
Banising him, that he be no more abill
To dwell amang the faithfull cumpanie
Quhen he repentis, be nocht vnmerciabill
Bot him resaue againe richt tenderlie.
Bot our dum Doctours of Diunitie,
And ȝe of the laste fonde Religioun,
Of pure Transgressouris, ȝe haue no pitie
Bot cryis to put thame to confusioun,
As cryit the Iowis, for the effusioun
Of Christis blude in to thair hiruand Ire
Crucifige, so ȝe with one vnioun
Cryis fy, gar cast that faltour in the fyre.
Vnmercifull memberis of the Antichrist.
Mathew xv. Ephi. vi.
Extolland ȝour humane traditioun
Contrar the Institutioun of Christ
Effeit ȝe nocht Diuine punitioun
Thocht sum of ȝow be guds of conditioun
Reddy for to resaue new recent wyne
I speik to ȝow auld Boisis of perditioun,
Returne in tyme, or ȝe tyn to rewyne.
iii. Reg. xviii.
As ran the peruerst Prophetis of Baall,
Quhilkis did consent, to the Idolatrie
Of wickit Achab, king of Israell
Quhose noumer wer four hundreth & fyftie,
Quhilkis honourit that Idoll oppinlie
Bot quhen Elias, did preue thare abusioun
He gart the peple slay thame cruellie
So at one hour come thare confusioun.
❧ I praye ȝow prent in ȝour remembrence.
Quhow the reid Freiris, for thare Idolatrie
In Scotlād, Inglād, Spaine, Italy, & Frāce
Vpō one day, wer punissit pietouslie.
Behald quhow ȝour awin brether now laitly
In Duchelād, Inglād, Dēmark, & Noroway
Ar trampit doun, with thare Hypocrisie,
And as the snaw ar meltit clene away.
I meruell y t our Bischoppꝭ thinkꝭ no schame
To giue ȝow freiris sick preeminence,
Till vse thare office, to thare greit defame
Preching for thame, in oppin audience.
Bot michtane bischop eik til his awin expens
For ilk Sermon ten Ducatis in his hand,
He wald or he did want that recompens
Go preiche him self, baith in to burgh & land.
[...]ain to see gude Reformatioun,
From tyme we get ane faithful prudent king
[Page]Quhilk knawis y e trueth, and his vocatioun
All Publicanis, I traist he will doun thring
And wyll nocht suffer in his realme to ring
Corruptit Scrybis, nor fals Pharisience,
Agane y e trueth, quhilk planely dois maling
Till that king cum, we man tak pacience.
Now fairwell freindis, because I cā not flyte
Quhowbeit I culd ȝe man hald me excusit
Thocht I againe Idolatrie Indyte,
Or thame dispyte that will nocht ȝit refusit,
I pray to God, that it be no more vsit
Amang the rewlaris of this Regioun.
That commoun peple be no more abusit
Bot gif him glore, that bair the cruell croun.
Quhilk teichit vs, be his diuine Scripture
Tyll richt prayer, the perfyte reddy way
As wryttis Mathew, in his sext Chepture
In quhat maner, and to quhō we suld pray,
Ane schort compendious orisone euerilk day,
Most proffitabill, for baith body and saull,
The quhilk is nocht directit I heir say
To Ihon, nor Iames, to Peter, nor to Paul.
¶Nor to none vther of the Apostlis twelf
Nor to no Sanct, nor Angell in the Heuin,
Bot onelie tyll our Father God him self
Quhilk Orisone it doith contene full euin
Most proffitabill for vs petetionis seuin.
[Page]Quhilk we lawid folk, the Pater Noster call.
Thocht we say psalmes, nyne, ten or ellewin,
Of all prayer this bene the principall.
Be resoun of the maker, quhilk it maid,
Quhilk wes the Sone of God, our saluiour
Be resoun als, to quhome it sulde be faid,
Till the Father of heuin, our Creatour,
Quhilk dwellis nocht in tempill nor in tour.
He cleirlie seis our thocht, will, and intent
Quhat nedis vs, at vtheris seik succour
Quhen in all place, his power bene present.
Ȝe Princis of the preistis, that sulde preche
Quhy suffer ȝe so greit abusioun
Quhy do ȝe nocht the sempill peple teche
Quhow, & to quhome, to dres thair orisoun
Quhy thole ȝe thame, to ryn frō toun to toun
In pilgramage, till ony Imagereis
Hopand to get thare sum Saluatioun
Prayand to thame, deuotlie on thare kneis.
This wes the practik of sum Pilgramage.
Ouhen Fillokis in to Fyfe, began to fon
With Ioke, & Thome, thā tuke yai thair vayage
In Angus, to the feild chapel of dron
Than Kittok thare als cadye as ane Con
Without regard other to Syn or schame
Gaue Lowrte leif, at laser to loup on
Far better had bene, till haue biddin at hame.
☞ I haue sene pas, one merualloꝰ multitude
Ȝoung men & wemen, flyngand on thair feit
Vnder the forme, of fenȝeit sanctitude
For till adorne, ane Image in Loreit,
Mony come with thare marrowis for to meit
Committand thare foull Fornicatioun
Sum kissit the claggit taill of the Armeit,
Quhy thole ȝe this abhominatioun?
❧ Of Fornicatioun and Idolatrie
Apperandlie ȝe take bot litill cure,
Seand the maruellous Infelicitie
Quhilk hes so lang done in this land indure
In ȝour defalt, quhilk hes the charge & cure
This bene of treuth, my Lordis w t ȝour leue
Sic pilgramage hes maid mony ane hure
Quhilk gyf I plesit, planelie I mcht preue,
☞ Quhy mak ȝe nocht, the scripture manifest
To pure pepill, twiching Idolatrie?
In ȝour preching, quhy haue ȝe nocht exprest
Quhow many Kingis of Israell cruellie
Wer puneissit be God, so rigorouslie?
As Ieroboam, and mony mo but dout
For worschipping of caruit Imagerie
iii. [...] xii.
War frome thare Realmes rudlie rutit out.
¶ Quhy thole ȝe vnder ȝour Dominioun,
Ane craftie Preist, or fenȝeit fals Armeit
Abuse the peple of this Regioun
[Page]Onelie for thare particular profeit?
And speciallie that Armeit of Laureit
He pat the Commoun pepill in beleue
That blind gat sicht, & crukit gat thare feit
The quhilk that Palȝard no way cā appreue
Ȝe maryit mē that hes trim wantoun wyffis
And lusty douchteris of ȝoung & tender age,
Quhois honestie ȝe suldel lufe as ȝour lyfis
Permit thame nocht to pas in pilgramage
To seik support at ony stok Image,
For I haue wittin, gude wemē pas fra hame
Quhilk hes bene trappit with sic lustis rage,
Hes done returne baith w t gret syn & schame.
Get vp, thow slepis all to lang, O Lord.
And mak ane haistie Reformatioun
On thame quhilk dois tramp dōn thy gratious word
And hes ane deidly indignatioun
At thame quhilk makis trew narratioun
Of thy Gospell, schawing the veritie.
O Lorde I mak thee supplicatioun
Support our faith, our hope, and Cheritie.
FINIS.

How king Ninus Beildit the gret Citie of Niniue. And quhow he Vincust Zoroastes the King of Bactria.

THIS Ninus of Assyria King
Quhen he had maid his Conquesing
To Beild ane Citie, he him drest
Chusing the place, quhare he thocht best
Quhare he had first Dominioun
In Assyria his awin Regioun
Thocht Assur as the Scripture sayis
Quhilk come afore King Ninus dayis
Gene. x.
And foundit that famous Citie
The quhilk was callit Niuiue
Bot as rehersis Diodore
Ninus that Citie did decore
So maruellous Triumphantlie
As ȝe sall heir Immediatlie
Vpon the flude of Euphrates
Quhilk to behauld, greit wounder wes.
Ane houndreth and fyftie stagis
That Citie wes of lenth I wis.
The wallis ane houndreth fute of hicht
No wounder was thocht thay wer wicht,
Sic breid abufe the wallis thare was
Thre cartis mycht sydlingis on thame pas,
Four hundreth stagis, and four score
In circute but myn or more
Of towris about those wallis I wene
Ane thousand, and fyue houndreth bene.
Of hicht two houndreth fute and more
As wryttis, famous Diadore.
☞ The Scripture makis mentioun
[Page]Quhen God send Ionas to that toun
[...]a iii
To schaw thame of his punischement
Outthrouch the Citie quhen he went
Thre dayis Iornay, till him it wes
The Bibyli sayis, it wes no les.
Experien.
My Sone, now haue I schawin to thee
Of the buildyng of Niniue
For the agmenting of his fame
Ninus gart call it efter his name.
Quhen he that greit Citie had endi [...]
To conques more ȝit he intendit,
And did depart frome Niniue
And rasit vp ane greit Armie
Of the maist stalwart men and stout
Of all his Regionis round about,
In greit ordour tuke thare Iornay
Towart the Realme of Bactria.
Of wicht fute men, I vnderstand
He had seuintene hundreth thousand
Without horsmen, and weirlyke cartis
Quhome he ordourit in sindry partis
Quhilk till discryue I am nocht abill
Quhose noumer bene so vntrowabill.
Zoroastes, that nobill King
Quhilk Bactria, had in gouerning,
That prudent Prince, as I heir tell
Did in Astronomie precell
And fande the Art of Magica
With Naturall Science mony ma
[Page]Seand king Ninus on the feild
Fordwarte he come, with speir and scheild.
Four houndreth thousand men he wes
In his Armie thare wes no les.
And met king Ninus on the bordour
Rycht vailȝeantlie, and in gude ordour.
On the Vangarde of his Armie
On thame he ruschit rycht rudelie.
And of thame slew as I heir say
Ane houndreth thousand men that day.
The rest that chapit war vnslane
To Ninus greit oist fled againe.
Of that king Ninus wes so noyit,
He restit neuer tyll he distroyit
All hole that Regioun vp and doun
And frome the king did reif the croun,
And maid the Realme of Bactria
Subiectit tyll Assiria.
And in that samyn land I wis
He tuke to Wyfe Semiramis.
Quha (as myne Auctour dois discryue)
Was than the lustiest on lyue.
That beand done without sudgeorne
Tyll Niniue he did returne
With greit tryumphe of victorie
As myne auctour dois specifie
Boith Occident and Orient
War all till him obedient.
It wald abhor the till heir red
[Page]The saikles blude that he did sched.
Quhen he had roung as thou may heir
The space of thre and fourty ȝeir
Be and in his excellent glore
The dolent deith did him deuore.
In quhat sorte I am nocht certane
Sum Auctor sayis that he wes slane
And left tyll bruke his Heritage
One lytle Babe of tender age
Ȝoung Ninus wes the Chyldis name
Quhilk efter flurischit in greit fame.
Sum sayis that be his wyffis treasoun
King Ninus deit in presoun,
As I sall schaw, or I hyne fair
Quhow Diodore hes done declair.

Of the wounderful Deidis of the Quene Semiramis.

NINVS luffit so ardentlie,
Semiramis his fair Ladie
Thare wes no thing scho wald command
Bot all obeyit wes fra hand
Scho seand him so Amorous,
Scho grew proude and presumptuous,
And at the king scho did desyre
Fyue dayis to gouerne his Impyre.
[Page]And he of his beneuolence
Did grant hir that preeminence
With Sceptour, Crown, and Rob Royall
And hole power Imperiall,
Tyll fyue dayis wet cum and gone
That scho as king suld regne alone.
Than all the Princis of the land
Duryng that tyme maid hir ane band
With bankat Royall merilie
Scho treatit thame triumphantlie
So the first day the peple all
Come tyll hir seruyce bound and thrall
Bot or the secund day wes gone
Scho tuke sick glore to regne allone
Be one decreit maid thame amang
The king scho put in presone strang
I reid weill of his presonyng
Bot nocht of his deliueryng
Quhow euer it wes in tyll his flouris
He did of deth suffer the schouris
And mycht nocht lenth his lyfe one hour
Thocht he wes the first Conquerour.
Quhose Conquessing for to conclude
Wes nocht but greit scheddyng of blude
Now haue ȝe hard of Ninus King
Quhow he began, and his ending
Quhowbeit myne auctor Diodore
Of him haith wryttin mekle more.
Princis for w [...]angous conquessing
Doith mak oft tymes ane euyll ending.
[Page]Thocht he had lang prosperitie
He endit with greit miserie.

Of king Ninus Sepulture.

THE Quene ane Sepulture scho maid
Quhare scho king Ninus bodie laid,
Of curious crafty wark and wicht,
The quhilk had staidis nyne of hicht
And ten staidis of breid it wes
Diodore sayis it wes no les.
For aucht staidis one myle thow tak
And thare efter thy noummer mak.
So be this compt, it wes full richt
One myle, and als ane staid of hicht
Except the tour of Babilone
So hich one werk, I reid of none.
Semiramis this lusty Quene
Considering quhat danger bene
To haue ane king of tender age
Quhilk micht nocht vse no Vassalage.
Scho tuke one curageous consait
Think and that scho wald mak debait
Geue ony maid Rebellioun
Contrar hir Sone, or his Regioun,
Quhome scho did foster tenderlie
[Page]And kepit hym full quietlie
Scho laid apart hir a win cleithing
And tuke the Rayment of ane King.
Quhen scho wes in till armour dicht
Micht no man knaw hir be one knicht,
Scho vailȝeantlye went to the weir
And to geue Battell tuke no feir
Dantyng all Realmes round about
That all the warld of hir had dout
More fortunate in hir conquessing
Nor wes hir Husband Ninus king.
❧ Babilon scho did fortifie,
Templis and towris triumphandlie
So plesandlie did thame prepair
Quhilk in the erth had no compair
Quhowbeid Nimrod, of quhome I spak
The hydduous doungeoun he gart mak
And of the Citie the foundement
To quhome God maid Impediment.
Quhare Nimrod left thare scho began
And put to wark mony one man.
Of all the Realmes round about
Of moste Ingyne scho socht thame out
Scho had wirkand with tre and stonis
Twelf houndreth thousand men at onis
Go reid the buke of Diodore
And thow fall find the noumer more.
On euerilk syde of Euphrates
That nobill Citie beildit wes
And so that ryuer of renown
[Page]Ran throuch the midpart of the toun.
Ouerthort that tlude scho briggis maid
Of maruellous strenth boith lang and braid.
Thay wer fyue staidis large of lenth
On euerilk Brig scho maid one strenth.
The circuite as I said afore
Four houndreth staidis, and foure score.
The wallis hicht quha wald discryue
Thre houndreth fute, thre score and fyue.
Sax Cartis micht pas rycht esalie
Abufe the wallis of that Citie,
Sydlingis without Impediment.
Consydder be ȝour Iugement
Geue those wallis wer hich or nocht
And also curiouslie wer wrocht
As Diodore hes done defyne
Quhilk doith transcend my rude Ingyne.
Of Babilon the magnificence
To quhome ȝe walde geue no credence
Geue I at lenth wald put in wryte
Quhilk Diodore hes done indyte.
Compare of Citeis fynde I none
Tyll Niniue, and Babilone.
Frome Niniue, in Assyria
Tyll Babilon in Chaldea.
Be Briggis plesandlie ȝe may pas
Vpon the flude of Euphrates
Amang the fludis of Paradyce
This Euphrates may beir the pryce.
[Page]All warkis quhilkis the Quene began
Transcendit the ingyne of man.
The proude Quene Penthesilea
The Princesse of Amazona
With hir Ladyis tryumphandlie
At Troy, quhilk faucht so vailȝeandlie
Nor ȝit the fair Madin of France
Danter of Inglis Ordinance,
To Semiramis in hir dayis
Wer no compare as bukis sayis.
Except triumphand Iulius,
Strong Hanniball, or Pompeius,
Or Alexander the Conquerour
I find no greter weriour.
Wald I rehers as wryttis Clerkis
Hir wounderfull and vailȝand werkis,
It wer to me one greit laubour
And tedious to the Auditour.
Quhat scho did in Ethiopia.
And in the land of Media
Beildand Citeis, Castellis, and Towris,
Parkes, and Gardingis of plesouris,
For the exalting of hir Name
And Immortall to mak hir fame
Of Iarcius, the hich Montanis
Scho gart ryue down, & mak thame planis,
Gret Orontes that Montane wicht
Twenty and fyue staidis of hicht
Tyll hir Palice to draw ane Loch
[Page]By fors of men, scho raue it throuch.
¶Had scho kepit hir Chastitie
Scho mirht haue bene one A. per se.
Quhen scho had ordourit hir Impyre
Of Venus wark scho tuke desyre
One secreit Mansioun scho gart mak
Quhare scho plesandlie mycht tak
Ȝoung gentill men for hir plesour
The quhilk scho vsit aboue mesour.
One man allone, micht nocht be abill.
To stanche hir lust insaciabill.
Quhen scho wes satisfyit of one
Scho gart ane vther cum anone
The lustiest of all the land
Come quietlye at hir command
Quhen thay at lenth had lyin hir by
Scho slew thame all richt cruelly.
Quhen hir Sone come tyll age perfyte
Of hym scho tuke so greit delyte
Scho causit hym with hir to lye
Amang the rest richt quietlye.
Sum sayis throuch sensuall lustis rage
Scho band hym in to Mariage
And held hym vnder tutorie
To vphald hir auctoritie.

❧How the Quene [Page] Semiramis with ane greit Armie, past to Inde, and Faucht with the king Staurobates. And of hir Miserabill end. ☞(*)☜

QVHEN scho had lang tyme leuit in rest
To conques more scho hir addrest
Experien.
Because of diuers scho hard tell
How that the Inde Orientell
Precellit in greit commoditeis
As beistiall, cornis, and frutfull treis.
All kynd of Spyce delitious,
Gold, Syluer, stonis Precious
And quhow that plenteous land did beir
Corne, Frute, and Wyne, twyse in the ȝeir.
With Oliphantis Innumerabill
In Battell wounder terribill.
Scho heirand this, and mekle more
Beleuand tyll agment hir glore
Gart mak strait Proclamationis
In all, and sindrie Nationis.
Schawand quhow it wes hir desyre
All Princis vnder hir Impyre
In Egipt, and Arabia,
In Pers, in Mede, and Chaldea.
In Grece in Caspia, and Hyrcane
In Capadoce, Lidia, and Mauritane.
In Armenie, and Phrigia,
In Pamphilie, and Assyria,
That ilk Land efter thair degre
[Page]Sulde bring till hir ane greit Armie
In all the gudelie haist thay may
And melt hir in tyll Bactria
Declaring thame that hir intent
Was tyll pas to the Orient,
And make weir on the king of Inde.
From tyme thay knew quhat wes hir mynde
Than be thare selfis ilk Regioun
Come fordwart with thare Garnisoun
Tryumphandlie, in gude array
Tyll Bactria tuke the reddy way
And maid thare Mustouris to the Quene
Bot sic one sycht was neuer sent,
In Battell ray so mony one man
Atonis, sen God the warld began.
Bot Spanȝe, France, Scotland, Ingland,
Ducheland, Denmark, nor ȝit Ireland,
Wer nocht Inhabite in those dayis,
Nor lang efter, myne Author sayis.
¶Ethesias, he dois specifie
The noumber of this greit Armie,
Say and thare come at hir command
Fute men, threttie houndreth thousand,
Of hors men montit galȝeardlie
Fyue houndreth thousand veralie.
Ane houndreth thousand Cametlis wicht
On euerilk Cameill, raid ane knicht,
Prepairit till pas in to all partis
Thare wes ane hundreth thousand Cartis.
[Page]Two thousand bottis with hir scho caryis
On Hors, Camelis, and Dromodaryis.
Briggis for to mak scho did conclude
Ouerthort Indus, that furious flude,
Quhilk bene of Inde, the outmaist bordour,
On the quhilk flude, with richt gude ordour
Of hir Bairgis, scho briggis maid
Quhareon hir greit Oist saiflie raid.
❧Father I wald men vnderstude
Corteou▪
Quhow sic ane maruellous multitude
Mycht be atonis, brocht to the feild
Reddy to fecht, with speit and scheid.
Sum men wyll Iuge, this bene ane fabill
The mater bene so vntrowabil?
☞It may weill be my Sone (said he)
As be exempill we may see,
Experien.
Quhow Dauid king of Israell
ii. San [...] xxiiii.
His peple gart noumer and tell
Be Ioab, his cheif Capitane
As holy Scripture schawis plane
Of fecht and men, in to that land
He fand threttene houndreth thousand.
Sen Dauid, in that small countre
Mycht haue rasit sic one Armie.
To this Lady, it was no wounder
The quhilk had greter Realmes ane hunder
Nor Dauidis litle Regioun
Thocht scho had mony ane Legioun
Off men mo nor I tauld afore.
[Page]Tharefor my Sone, maruell no more
☞Staurobates, the king of Inde
Greitlie perturbit in his mynde
Heiring of sick ane multitude
To make defence he did conclude.
And send ane Message to the Quene
Pray and hir Maiestie serene,
That scho wald of hir speciall grace
Geue hym Licence to leue in peace
Failȝe and of that thocht he suld des
That he sulde gar hir fecht or flee.
And tyll his God ane vow he maid
Geue no peace micht of hir be had,
And geue he wan the victorie
That he the Quene sulde Crucifie.
At this bosting the Quene maid bourdis
Say and it sall nocht be no wourdis,
Sall gar me pas, fra my purpose
Bot michtie straikis as I suppose.
The Messinger schew to the King
Of hir presumptuous answering
Than Staurobates wyse and wicht
Come fordwart lyke anenobill knicht
With mony one thousand speir and scheild
Arrayit Royallie on the feild,
Think and he wald his land defend
Or in the Battell mak ane end.
☞ The Quene vpon the vther syde
Full of presumptioun and of pryde
[Page]Hir Baneris plesandlie displayit
With hardy hart, and vneffrayit,
Apon Indus, that famous flude,
Thay met, quhare sched wes mekle blude,
In Bote, in Balingar, and Bargis,
The twa Armeis on vtheris chargis.
Semiramis the Battell wan
Quhare drowait and slane wer mony one mā
So that the water of the flude
Ran reid myxit with mannis blude
The king of Inde, with all his micht
Frome Indus flude he tuke the flicht
Till his cheif Citie, he reteirit,
Quhare in his presens thare appeirit
In Battell raye ane new Armie
Of richt Inuincible Cheualrie
With Elephantes, ane hiddous noumer
Quhilk efterwart maid mekle cummer.
Semiramis and hir cumpanie
In the meane tyme full cruellie
Distroyit the Bordouris of that land,
Tuke presonaris, ma than ten thousand.
Scho tuke ane curageous consait.
Greit Elephantis to contrefait.
Scho had ten thousand Oxin hydis
Weill se wit to gidder bak and sydis
With mouth and nose, teith, eiris and eine,
Quick Elephantis as thay had bene.
Rycht weill stuffit, full of stray and hay,
[Page]Quhare of the Indianis tuke affray.
Apon Camelis, and Dromodareis.
Those fals figuris with hir scho careis,
Sere Indianis, quhen thay saw that sicht
Efferitlie thay tuke the flicht.
For sic one sitht wes neuer sene
Geue naturall beistis thay had bene.
The King himself, wes richt affeirit
Tyll he the veritie had speirit,
And knew be his Exploratouris
Thay war bot fenȝeit fals figouris.
Than manfullie lyke men of weir
Fordwart thay come withouttin feir.
Richt so Semiramis the Quene
Qubilk for one man wes ay fyftene.
Thir two Armyis full cruellie
Thay ruschit to gidder so rudelie
With hydduous cry, and trumpettis sound
Till thousandis dede lay on the ground.
Semiramis had sic one noummer.
Tyll ordour thame it wes greit cummer.
Than the greit Elephantis of Iude
Richt strang and hardy of thare kynde
Ford wart thay come, and wald nocht ceis
Ty [...]l throuch the middis of the preis
Of the greit Oist, thay rudclie ruschit
That men and hors till erd thay duschit.
Those fenȝeit beistis withouttin spreit
Wer fruschit and fuilȝeit vnder feit.
[Page]The king of Iude with curage kene
Met with Semiramis the Quene,
He rydand on ane Elephand,
Bot scho with him faucht hand for hand,
And gaue the King so greit assay
That he wes neuer in sic affray
To straik at him scho tuke no feir
So weill scho vsit wes in weir.
His strakis scho had bot lytle comptit
Wer nocht the king wes so weill montit
Ather at vther straik so fast
Tyll thay wer tyrit at the last.
The King he thocht him self eschamit.
With one woman to be befamit,
And wes determit nocht to flee
Thocht in that Battell he suld dee,
As man the quhilk disparit bene
He rudely ran vpon the Quene,
And throuch the arme gaif hir ane wound
Quhilk till hir hart gaue sic one stound
That scho constranit wes to flee
Than all the rest of hir Armie
Quhen thay persauit that scho wes gone,
Tyll Indus flude thay fled ilk one.
The Quene ouerthort the flude scho raid
On briggis quhilks wer of botis maid,
With hir ane sober cumpanie
Quhilk with hir fled affrayitlie.
The Indianis followit on the chais
[Page]Than on the Briggis come sic one preis
Of fleand folkis, quhilk wes greit wounder
So that the Bargis brak in schonder.
Sum sank, sum doun the ryuer ran,
Than drownit thare, mony ane nobill man,
Quhilk wes greit pitie till deplore,
As wryttis famous Diodore.
And finallie for to conclude
Wes neuer sched so mekle blude
At one tyme, sen the warld began
Nor slane so mony one saikles man,
And all throuch the occasioun
And the prydefull perswasioun
Of this ambitious wickit Quene
Sick one wes neuer hard nor sene.
Staurobates the king of Inde,
Gretlye reioysit in his mynde
Of this tryumphe and victorie
Semiramis with hart full sorie
Seand sa mony tane and slane
Tyll hir countrie returnit agane,
Lamentand fortunis variance
Quhilk brocht hir to so greit mischance
Afore quhilk wes so fortunate
And than of conforte desolate.
Hir Sone ane man of perfectioun
Considerand his subiectioun,
His libertie he did desyre
That he micht gouerne his Impyre,
[Page]Seand his Mother vitious
And with that so ambitious
As myne Auctor dois specifie
He slew his Mother cruellie
Quhat vther cause, or Intentioun
I fynd no speciall mentioun.
Sum sayis to be at Libertie
Sum sayis, for hir Adulterie,
None vther cause I can defyne
Except Punitioun deuyne.
☞Of this fair Lady corageous
Behald the endyng dolorous
Quhilk wes bot twenty ȝeris of age
Quhen scho began hir Vassalage,
And rang tryumphandlie but weir
The space of two and fourtie ȝeir
Quhen scho wes slane, scho wes thre score
With ȝeris two, scho wes no more.
As Diodore, wrytis in his buke
His Cronicle, quho list to luke.
¶Of this Lady I mak ane end,
Thynkand no way, I can commend
Wemen for till be to manlie
Nor men for till be womenlie.
For quhy, it bene the Lordis mynd
All Creature tyll vse thare kynd.
Men for tyll haue preeminence,
And wemen vnder obedience.
Thocht all wemen inclynit be
[Page]Tyll haue the Soueranetie.
As this Lady, quhilk wald nocht rest
Till scho hir Husband had supprest
Till that intent that scho micht ring
Allone to haue the gouerning.
¶ Ladyis no way I can comend
Presumptuouslie quhilk dois pretend
Till vse the office of ane king
Or Realmes tak in gouerning.
Quhowbeit thay vailȝeant be and wicht
Going in Battell lyke ane knicht
As did proude Penthesilea
The Princes of Amazona,
In mennis habite aganis resoun.
Siclyke I thynk derisioun
One Prince to be effeminate
Of knichtlie corage desolate,
Neglect and his auctoritie,
Throuch beistlie sensualitie,
Accompanyit baith day and nichtis
With wemen more than vailȝeant knichtis
Sic kingis I discommend at all,
Exempill of Sardanapall.
Courteo.
❧ Father (said I) schaw me how lang
The successioun of Ninus rang?
Experien.
That sall I do with diligence
My Sone (said he) or I go hence.
Sell I haue schawin at thy desyre
[Page]Quhat man began the first Impyre,
Now wald I it wer to the kend
Of that Impyre the fatall end.

Howking Sarda­napalus for his Vitious lyfe, maid ane Miseravill end.

BETVIX this Conquerour Ninus,
And sensuall Sadanapalus,
I can nocht find no speciall storie
Worthy to put in memorie,
Except quhilk I haue done discryfe,
Of Semirame, king Ninus wyfe.
Bot I can find no gude at all
To wryt of king Sadanapall,
Quhilk wes the sext and threttie king
Belyne frome Ninus discending,
At lenth his lyfe for to declare
I thynke it is nocht necessare,
Because that mony cunnyng clerkis
Hes hym discryuit in thare werkis
Quhow he wes last of Assirianis
Quhilk had the hole preeminans,
That tyme of the first Monarchie
In Cronicles as thow may see.
The last, and the most vitious king
Quhilk in that Monarchie did ring.
That Prince wes so effeminate
[Page]With sensuall lust intoxicate,
He did abhor the cumpanie
Of his maist nobill Cheualrie,
That he mycht haue the more delyte
Till vse his beistlie appetyte
Conuersit with wemen nicht and day
And clothit hym in thare array
So that na man that hym had sene
Culd Iuge ane man that he had bene.
So in Huredome and harlatrie
Did keip hym self so quietlie,
The Prencis of Assiriens
Of hym thay could get no presens.
Thus leuit he continuallie
Agane Nature Inordinatlie.
¶ Quhen to the Persis and the Medis
Reportit wer his vitious dedis
With the Rewlaris of Babilone
Thay did conclude all in tyll one
Thay wald nocht suffer for til ting
Abufe thame sic ane vitious king
Bot Arbaces, ane Duke of Mede
He darflie tuke on hand that dede.
¶ Bot first he come to Niniue
To see the king is Maiestie
And tyll one of the kingis gard
He gaif ane secreit riche reward
Tyll put hym in ane quiet place
Quhare he mycht see the kingis grace
And be vnsene with ony wicht
[Page]Bot he saw nother king nor knycht
In tyll his Maisteris cumpanie
Except wemen allanerlie.
And as ane woman he wes cled
With wemen counsalit and led
And schamefullie he wes sittand
With spindle, and with Rock spinnand.
Quhen Arbaces that sycht had sene
His curage rais vp frome the splene
And thocht it small difficultie
For tyll depryue his Maiestie.
☞ Than rasit he the Persianis
With Medis and Babilonianis
Ennarmit weill with speir and scheildis
Tryumphandlie thay tuke the feildis
¶ The King rasit Assirianis
To gyther with the Caldeanis
And thame resystit as thay micht
Bot fynallie he tuke the flicht
To saif hym self in Niniue,
Than Segit thay that greit Citie
Continuallie two ȝeir and more
As wryttis famous Diodore
Tyll that the flude of Euphrates
Arais with sic one furiousnes
Quhare throuch ane grett part of the tonn
Be violence wes doungin doun.
Than quhen the king saw no remede
Bot to be takin or to be dede
As man disparit full of Ire
[Page]Gart mak ane furious flammand fyre
And tuke his gold and Iowellis all
With Scepture, Croun, and Rob Royal,
With all his tender Seruituris
That of his Corps had greitest curis
To gidder with his lustie Quenis
And all his wantoun Concubenis,
And in that fyre he did thame cast
Syne lap hym self in at the last
Quhare al wer brynt in poulder small.
Thus endit king Sadanapall
Withouttin ony repentance
As may be sene be this sentence
Heir followyng, quhilk he did indyte
Afore his deith, in greit despyte
Quhilk is ane rycht vngodly thing
As ȝe may see, be his dyting.

Epitaphium Sardanapali.

CVM te mortalem noris, presentibus exple
Delitijs animum, post mortem nulla voluptas,
Et venere, & caenis, & plumis Sardanapali.
☞Now haue I schawin with diligens
The Monarchie of Assiriens
The quhilk at king Ninus began
And endit at this my scheant man
And did indure withouttin weir,
Ane thousand, twa hundreth and fourty ȝeir
As dois indyte Eusebius.
Reid him, and thow sall find it thus.

❧The thrid buke Makand Narratioun of the Miserabill Destruction of the Fyue Citets, callit Sodome, Gomorre, Seboim, Segor, and Adama, with thair hole Regioun, and ane schort Descrip­tioun of the Secund, Thrid, and Ferd Monarcheis. With the Miserabill Destructioun of Ierusalem. And last of the Spirituall Monar­chie. ☞(*)☜

FATHER I pray ȝow to me tell.
Courteo.
Quhat notabil thingis yat befel
During the regne of Assiriens
Quhilk had so lang preeminens
I mene of vther Nationis
Vnder thair Dominationis?
¶That may be done in termis schort
Experien.
(Said he) as storyis dois report
Induring this first Monarchie
Become that wofull miserie
Gen. xix.
Of Sodome, Gomorre, and thair Regioun
As Scripture makis mentioun.
Quhose peple wer so sensuall
In fylthie Synnis vnnaturall
The quhilk in to my vulgar vers
My toung abhorris to rehers
Lyke brutell beistis, by thair myndis
Vnnaturally abuse thair kyndis
[Page]Be fylthie stink and Lecherie
And most abominabill Sodomie,
As holy Scripture dois discryue
In that countrie wer Citeis fyue
Quhilk wer Sodome, and Gomorra
Seboim, Segor and Adama.
Amang thame all, fund wes thare none
Vndefylit, bot Loth allone.
¶Holy Abraham dwelt neir hand by
Quhilk prayit for Loth effectuouslie,
For God maid hym aduertysment
That he wald mak sic punischement
To Loth two Angellis God did send
Hym frome that furie tyll defend.
Quhen the peple of that Regioun
Saw the Angellis cum to the toun
Transformit in to fair ȝoung men
Thay purposit thame for to ken
And abuse thame vnnaturallie
With thare foule stink and Sodomie.
Of that gude Loth wes wounder wo
And offerit thame his Douchteris two
Thame at thare plesour for tyll vse
Bot thay his Douchteris did refuse.
And than the Angellis be thare micht
Those men depryuit of thare sicht
And so perforce leit thame allone.
To Lothis lugeing quhen thay wer gone
Thay hym commandit haisteilie
[Page]For tyll depart of that Citie.
That foule vnnaturall Lecherie
Ane vengeance to the heuin did crye
The quhilk did moue God till sic Ire
That frome the heuin Bryntstone and fyre
With aufull thounding ranit doun
And did consume that hole regioun
Of all that land chapit no mo
Except Loth, and his Douchteris two.
His wyfe wes turnit in ane stone
So wyfeles wes he left allone.
For scho wes Inobedient
And kepit no Commandement
Quhen the Angell gaif thame command
Sone till depart out of that land
He monischit thame vnder greit paine
Neuer to luke bakwart againe.
Quhen Lothis wyfe hard the thoundring
Off flammand fyre, and lichtning
The vgly cryis lamentabill
Of peple moste Espouentabill
For none of thame had force to flee
Scho ȝarnit that sorrowfull sicht to see
And as scho turnit hir anone
Scho wes transformit in ane stone.
Quhare scho remanis still this day
Off hir I haue no more to say.
To schaw at lenth, I am nocht abill
That pietuous proces lamentabill
[Page]Quhow Citeis, Castellis, Townis, & tow­ris,
Villagis, Bastailȝeis, and Bowris,
Thay wet all in to poulder dreuin,
Forrestis, be the rutis vpreuin.
Thare king, thare Quene, and peple all
Ȝoung and auld, brynt in poulder small
No Creature wes left on lyfe
Foulis, Beistis, Man, nor Wyfe
The erth, the Corne, herb, frute and tree,
The Babbis, vpon the Nutise knee,
Rycht suddandlie in one Instent
Vnwarly come thare Iugement
As it come in the tyme of Noy
Quhen God did all the warld distroy
For that self Syn of Sodomie
And most abhominabill Bowgrie
That vyce at lenth for to declare
I think it is nocht necessare.
Quhen al wes brint, flesche, blude & bonis
Hillis, valleyis, stockis, & stonis,
The countre sank for to conclude
Quhare now standis ane vglie flude,
The quhilk is callit the dede see,
Nixt to the countre of Iudee.
Quhois stinkand strandis blak as tar
The fleuour of it, men felith on far
In tyll Oroatius thow may reid
Of that countre the lenth and breid
Of lenth fiftie mylis and two
[Page]And fourtene myle in breid also.
¶ Loth of his wyfe was so agast
That he tyll ane wilde montane past
Of companie he had no mo
Except his lustie Douchteris two,
And be thare prouocatioun
As Moyses maketh narratioun
Gen. xix.
Allone in to that montane wilde
His Douchteris boith he gat with childe
For thay beleuit in thare thocht
That all the warld wes gone to nocht
As it become of that Natioun
Thynkand that Generatioun
Wald faill, without thay craftelie
Gar thate Father with thame to lye
And so thay fand ane crafty wyle
Quhow thay thare Father micht begyle,
And causit hym to drink wicht wyne
Quhilk men to Lycherie dois Inclyne
Quhen he wes full, and fallin on sleip
His Douchteris quietlie did creip
In tyll his bed, full secreitlie
Prouokand hym, with thame to lye.
And knew nocht quhow he wes begyld
Tyll boith his Douchteris wer with chyld.
And bure two Sonnis in certane
Thay beand in that wild Montane,
Of quhome two Nationis did proceid
[Page]As in the Scripture thow may reid.
In the quhilk scripture thow may see
At lenth this wofull miserie.
☞This miserie become but weir
Frome Noyis flude, thre houndreth ȝeir,
To gyther with four score and ellewin
As comptit Carion full ewin.
And efter Noyis deith I ges
Ane and fourtie ȝeir thare wes
Quhen Abraham was of age I wene
Four score of ȝeris, and nynetene
Quhen this foule Syn of Sodomie
Was punisit so rigorouslie.
Greit God preserue vs in our tyme
That we commit nocht sic ane cryme.
Tedious it wer for me to tell
This Monarchie during quhat befell.
And wounderis that in erth wer wrocht
Quhilk to thy purpose langis nocht.
As quhow the peple of Israell
Exodi. i.
Did lang tyme in to Egipt dwell,
And of [...]are greit punitioun
Throuch Pharaois persecutioun.
Exodi. xiiii.
And quhow Moyses did thame conuoy
Throuch the reid sey, with mekle Ioy
Quhare king Pharao, richt miserablie
Wes drownit with all his huge armie.
Exod. xx.
And quhow that peple wanderand wes
Fourtie ȝeris in wyldernes.
Moyses that tyme as I heir say
[Page]Resauit the Lawe on Mont Sinay.
That tyme Iosue throuch Iordan
Iosue. iii
Led those peple to Canaan.
Quhare Saull Dauid, and Salomone
With Hebrew Kingis mony one
Did richely regne in that countrie
Induring this first Monarchie.
¶ The Sege of Thebes miserabill
Quhare blude wes sched Incomparabill
Of nobill men, in to those dayis
With vtheris terribill affrayis.
As quhow the Grekis wrocht vengeans
Apon the nobill Troians
Because that Paris did conuoy
Perforce fair Helena to Troy
Quhilk wes king Menelaus wyfe
Quhare mony one thousand lost thare lyfe.
That tyme the vailȝant Hercules
Outthrouch the warld did hym addres,
Quhare he did mony ane douchtie deid
As in his storye thow may reid,
And quhow throuch Deianeir his wyfe
That Campion did lose his lyfe
In flammand fyre full furiouslie
The deith he sufferit cruellie.
That tyme Remus, and Romulus
Did found that Citie maist famous
Off Rome standing in Italie
As in thare storye thow may see
[Page]Wald thow reid Titus Liuius
Thow suld find warkis wounderous.
Quhose doucthie deidis ar weill kend
And salbe to the warldis end
Thocht thay began with crueltie
And endit with greit miserie,
As bene the maner to conclude
Of all scheddaris of saikles blude.
¶In Grece the ornate Poetrie
Medicine, Musike, Astronomie
Dutyng this first Monarchie began
Be Homerus, that famous man,
To gidder with Hesiodus
As diuers Auctouris schawis vs.
It wer to lang to put in ryme
The bukis that thay wrait in thare tyme.
Gen. xvii
Thir war the Actis principell
That Monarchie during quhilk befell
As for gude Abraham, and his seid
In to the Bibill thow may reid
Quhow in this tyme, as I heir tell
Began the kingdome Spirituell
As I haue schawin to the afore
Quharefor I speik of thame no more.

Ane schort Descrip­tion of the secund, thrid, and ferd Monarchie

FATHER (said I)
Courteo.
quhilk wes y e mā
That the nyxt Monarchie began?
¶Cyrus (said he) the king of Perse,
Experien.
As Cronicles hes done reherse.
Prudent and full of Policie
Began the secund Monarchie.
For he wes the most godly king
That euer in Perse or Mede did ring,
For he of his benignitie
.i. Ba [...]a. xxxvi.
Delyuerit frome Captiuitie
The hole peple of Israell
In to the tyme of Daniell.
The quhilkis had bene presoneris
In Babilon sewin score of ȝeris,
Tharefor God of his grace bening
Gaue hym ane Diuine knawleging,
During his tyme as I heir tell
He vsit counsale of Daniell.
Carion at lenth doith specifie
Of his maruellous Natiuitie
And of his vertuus vpbringing
And quhow he vincust Cresus king
With mony vther vailȝeand deid
As in to Carion thow may reid.
Quhose Successioun did indure
Tyll the tent king, thareof be sure.
¶Bot efter his greit conquessing
Richt miserabili wes his ending
As Herodotus, doith discryue
[Page]In Scithia he lost his lyfe
Quhare the vndantit Scithianis
Vincust those nobyll Persianis
And efter that Cirus wes deid
Quene Tomyre hakkit of his heid
Quhilk wes the quene of Scythianis
In the dispyte of Persianis.
Scho kest his heid, for to conclude,
In tyll ane vessell full of blude,
And said, thir wordis cruellie
Drynk now thy fyll, gyf thow be drie
Forthow did aye blude schedding thrist
Now drynk at layser gyf thow list.
¶Efter that Cyrus successoun
Of all the warld had possessioun
Tyll Alexander with sworde and fyre
Obtenit perforce the third Impyre,
Quhilk wes the king of Macedone
With vailȝeand Grekis mony one
In battell fell and furious
Vincust the mychtie Darius,
Quhilk wes the tent, and the last king
Quhilk did efter king Cyrus ring,
As for this potent Empriour
Alexander the Conquerour
Geue thow at lenth, wald reid his ring
And of his cruell Conquessing
In Inglis toung, in his greit buke
At l [...]nth his lyfe, thare thow may luke,
[Page]Quhow Alexander that potent king
Wes twef ȝeris in his Conquessing.
And quhow for all his greit conquest
He leuit bot ane ȝeir in rest
Quhen be his Seruand secreitlie
He poysonit wes full pieteouslie.
¶ Lucane doith Alexander compair
Tyll thounder, or fyreflaucht, in the air
Ane cruell Planeit, ane mortall weird,
Doun thryngand peple with his sweird.
Ganges that maist famous flude.
He myx [...]t with the Indianis blude.
And Euphrates, with the blude of Pers
Quhose crueltie for to rehers
And saikles blude, quhilk he did sched
War richt abhominabill to be red.
Efter his schort prosperitie
He deit with greit miserie.
¶It wer to lang for to decyde it,
Quhow all his realmes wer deuyde it,
Ay quhill that Cesar Iulius
Quhen he had vincust Pompeius
Wes chosin Empriour and king
Abufe the Romanis for tyll ring.
That potent Prince, wes the first man
Quhilk the ferd Monarchie began
And had the hole Dominioun
Of euerik land and Regioun
Quhose successouris, did regne but weir
[Page]Ouer the warld mony ane houndreth ȝeir.
Bot gentill Iulius allace
Rang Empriour, bot lytle space.
Quhilk I think petie tyll deplore
In fyue Moneth, and lytill more
Be fals exorbitant tresoun
That prudent Prince wes trampit doun,
And murdrest in his counsall hous
Be cruell Brutus, and Cassius.
¶Efter that Iulius wes slane
Did regne the greit Octauiane.
Of Empriouris one of the best
Duryng his tyme, wes peace, and rest
Ouer all the warld, in ilk Regioun
As storyis makis mentioun.
And als I mak it to the plane
Duryng the tyme of Octauiane
The Sone of God, our Lord Iesu
Tuke mankynd of the Virgin treu.
And wes that tyme in Bethleem borne
Math. ii.
To saif mankynde, quhilk wes forlorne.
As Scripture makis narratioun
Of his blissit Incarnatioun.
¶Now haue I tald the as I can.
Quhow the four Monarcheis began.
Bot in thy mynde thow may considder
Quhow warldlie power bene bot slidder.
For all thir greit Impyris ar gone
Thow seis thare is no Prince allone
[Page]Quhilk hes the hole Dominiun
This tyme of euery Regioun.
Father quhat reasoun,
Courteo.
had those kingis
Reuaris to be of vtheris ringis
But ony rycht, or Iuste querrell
Quhairthrouch that thay micht mak battell
And commoun peple to dounthring
To this (said I) mak answering?
☞My Sone (said he)
Experien.
that sall be done
As I best can, and that richt sone
Thir monarcheis, I vnderstand
Preordinat wer be the command
Of God, the Plasmatour of all
For to doun thring,
Dan. vii.
and to mak thrall
Vndantit peple vitious.
And als for to be gratious
To thame quhilk vertuous wer and gude
As Daniell hes done conclude
At lenth in tyll his Propheceis.
Quhow thare suld be four Monarcheis.
His secunde Chepture, thow may see
Quhow efter the first Monarchie
Quhen Nabuchodonosor King
Ane Image saw in his sleiping
With austeir luke, in hicht and breid,
And of fyne pure Gold wes his heid,
His breist and armes of siluer bricht
[Page]His wame of Copper, hard and wicht,
His loynis, and lymmis, of Irne riche strang
His feit of clay, Irne myxt amang.
Frome ane montane thare come alone
But haud of man, ane mekle stone
Quhilk on that Figours feit did fall
And dang all down in poulder small.
❧ Of quhois Interpretatioun
Doctouris doith mak Narratioun
The heid of gold, did signifie
First of Assirianis Monarchie.
The siluer breist, thay did apply
To Persianis, quhilk rang secundly.
The wame of Copper, or of Bras
Thridly to Grekis, compairit was.
His loynis, and lymmis, of Irne and steill
Clerkis hes thame compairit weill
To Romanis, throuch thare diligence
To haue the ferd preeminence
Abufe all vther Natioun
Be this Interpretatioun
The myxit feit, with Irne and clay
Did signifie the letter day
Quhen that the warld, suld be deuydit
As efterwart salbe decydit
So Christ is signifyit the stone
Quhose Monarchie sall neuer be gone,
For vnder his Dominioun
All Princis sall be strampit doun
[Page]Quhen that greit King Omnipotent
Cummis to his generall Iugement.
His Monarchie than salbe knawin
As efter salbe to the schawin.
¶ And als the Scripture sall the tell
Quhow in the aucht of Daniell,
He saw in to his visioun
Be ane plane expositioun,
Quhow that y e Grekis, suld wirk vengeans
Vpon the Medis, and Persiens.
Comparand Greikis, tyll ane Gait
With ane horne, fers, furious, and, hait
Quhilk slew the Ram, with hornis two
Comparit tyll Perse, and Mede also
And so be Daniellꝭ Propheceis
All thir greit mychtie Monarcheis
The quhilkis all vther realmes supprysit
Be the greit God, thay wer deuysit
As he of Titus the Romane
Sone and air to Vespasiane
Maid him ane furious Instrument
To put the Iowis to greit torment.
Quhilk I purpose or I hyne fair.
Schortlie that proces tyll declair.

Of the most Miserabill, And most terribill Destructioun of Ierusalem.

Courteo.
❧FAther (said I) declare to me
Induryng this Ferd Monarchie
The maist Infortune that befell?
Experien.
My Sone (said he) that sal I tel
The most and manifest miserie
Become vpon the greit Citie
Ierusalem, quhen it wes supprest
As storyis makis manifest.
Bot as the Scripture doith deuyse
Baru. vi.
Ierusalem wes distroyit twyse.
First for the greit Idolatrie
Quhilk thay committit in Iowrie,
The honour aucht to God allone
Thay gaue to Figuris of stock and stone.
Afore Christis Incarnatioun
Come this first desolatioun
Fyue houndreth ȝeiris, four score and ten
In Cronicles, as thow may ken,
Quhow Nabuchodonosor king
That famous Citie did doun thring
Thare King, with peple mony one
Brocht thame all bound to Babilone,
Quhare thay remanit presoneris
The space of thre score and ten ȝeris.
And that first desolatioun
Wes callit the Transmigratioun.
Wes no man left in all thare landis
Bot Purellis laborand with thare handis
Till michtie Cyrus, king of Perse
[Page]As Daniell hes done reherse,
Wes mouit be God, for tyll restore
The Iowis, quhare that thay wer afore.
Geue I neglect, I wer to blame
The last Sege of Ierusalem,
Quhose rewyne wes most miserabill
And for to tell rycht terribill.
Wes neuer in erth, Citie nor toun
Gat sic extreme destructioun.
The townis of Tyre, Thebes, nor Troy,
Thay sufferit neuer half sic noy.
The Empriour Vespasiane
He did deuyse that Sege certane.
☞Thare wer the Prophecie compleit
[...]
Quhilk Christ spake on mont Olyueit
Quhen he Ierusalem beheld
The teris frome his eine disteld,
Seand be deuyne prescience
The greit destructioun and vengence
Quhilk wes to cum on that Citie
His hart wes persit with pietie
Sayand Ierusalem, and thow knew
Thy greit rewyne, sore wald thow rew
For no thing I can to the schaw
The veritie thow wyll nocht knaw,
Nor hes in consideratioun
Thy holy visitatioun,
Thy peple wyll no way considder
Mathew xxiiii.
Quham gatherit I wald haue to gidder
[Page]As errand scheip, bene with thare hirdis
Or as the Hen, gadderis hir birdis
Vnder hir wyngis tenderlie
Quhilk thay refusit dispitfullie,
Quharefor sall cum that dulefull day
That no remeidie mak thow may.
Thy Doungeounis sal be doung in schonder
So that the warld sall on the wounder.
Thy tempill now most triumphand
Mathew xxiiii.
Sall be tred doun amang the sand.
And as he said, so it befell,
As heir efter I sall the tell.
Courteo.
❧Schaw me (said I) with circumstance.
The speciall cause of that myschance?
Experien.
(Quod he) as Scripture doith conclude
For schedding of the saikles blude
Of Prophetis quhilkis God to thame send
And als because that thay miskend
Iesu the Sone of God Souerane
Quhen he amang thame did remane.
For all the myraklis that he schew
Maliciouslie thay hym misknew,
Thocht be his greit power deuine
Iho. ii.
The water cleir he turnit in wyne.
And be that self power and micht
To the blynd borne he gaue the sicht,
And gaue the crukit men thare feit
Ihon. xi.
And maid the lipper haill compleit
He healit all, and raisit the dede
[Page]Ȝit held thay hym at mortall fede
Because he schew the veritie
Math. xi.
Thay did conclude that he sulde de.
☞The Byschoppis,
Mathew xxvii.
princis of the preistis
Thay grew so boldin in thare breistis,
The Scrybis, and Doctouris of the law
Of God nor man, quhilk stude none aw.
On Christ Iesu to wyrk vengeans.
Rycht so the fals Phariseans
Ane Sect of fenȝeit Religioun
Deuysit his confusioun
And send thare seruandis at the last,
And with strang cordis thay band him fast,
Syne scurgit hym,
Iho. xx.
baith back and syde
That none for blude mycht se his hyde
Thare wes nocht left ane penny breid
Vnwoundit frome his feit tyll heid
In maner of Derisioun
Thay plet for him ane cruell Croun
Of prunȝeand thornis scharpe and lang,
Quhilk on his heuinlie hede thay thrang.
Syne gart him for the greiter lack
Beir his awin Gallous on his back
Tyll the vyle place of Caluarie
Quhare mony ane thousand man mycht see.
☞That Innocent thay tuke perforce
And plat hym backwart to the Croce
Throuch feit & hādis greit naillis thay thrist
Tyll blude aboundantlie out brist
[Page]Without grunsching, cl [...] our, or crye
That pane he sufferit pacientlye.
And for augmenting of his greuis
Thay hangit him beiuix two theuis
Quhare men micht se the bludie strandis
Quhilkis sprang furth of his feit and handis
Frome thornis thristit on his heid
Ran doun bullering stremis reid
In the presens of mony one man
That blude Royall on roches ran.
Schortlie to say, that heuinlie King
In extrme dolour, thare did hing
Till he said, Consummatum est,
With ane loude cry, he gaif the gaist.
Quhen he wes dede, thay tuke one dart
And persit that Prince, outthrouch the hart,
Fra quhame thare ran, water and blude
The erth than trymlit to conclude.
Phebus did hyde his bemis bricht
That throuch y e warld thare wes no licht
The greit Veill of the tempill raue;
The dede men rais out of thare graue,
And in the Citie did appeir
As in the Scripture thow may heir
Than Ioseph of Arimathie
Did bury him, rycht honestlie.
Iho. xx.
Bot ȝit he rose full gloriouslie
On the thrid day tryumphandlie
With his Descipulis in certane
[Page]Fourty dayis he did remane.
Actis. i.
Efter that to the heuin ascendit
Thir Iowis no thing thare lyfe amendit,
Nor gaif no credence tyll his sawis
As at more lenth, the storie schawis
Bot cruellie thay did oppres
All m [...]n, that Christis Name did profes
And persecutit mony one
Thay presonit haith Peter and Ihone,
Actis. v. Actis, vii
And Steuin thay stonit to the deid.
Frome Iames the les thay straik the heid.
This wes the cause in conclusion
Of thare cruell confusioun
The prudent Iow Iosephus sayis
That he mes present in those dayis,
And in his buke makis mentioun,
Quhow efter Christis Ascensioun
The space of twa and fourty ȝeris
Began those cruell mortall weris,
The secund ȝeir of Vespasiane
Quhare mony, takin wer and slane.
Iosephus planely doith conclude
Wes neuer sene sic one multytude
Afore that tyme in to the toun
Quhilk come for thare confusioun
Thare greit Infortune so befell
That all the Princis of Israell
Conuenit agane the tyme of Pace,
Bot tyll returne thay had no grace,
[Page]The bauld Romanis with thare Chiftane
Titus the Sone of Vespasiane
Thare Army ouer Iudea spred.
Than all men to the Citie fled
Beleuand thare to get releif
Bot all that turnit to thare myscheif.
¶ The Romanis lappit thame about
That be no way thay mycht wyn out
Sax Monethis did that Sege indure
Quhare lost wer mony one creature
Quhilk thare in miserie did remane
Tyll thay wer takin all and slane.
Duryng the tyme of this assailȝe
Thare meit, and drynk, and all did failȝe,
For thare wes sic ane multytude
That thousandis deit for falt of fude
Necessitie gart thame eit perfors
Dog, Cat, and Ratton, Asse, and Hors.
Riche men behuffit to eit thare gold
Syne deit of hunger mony fold.
Sic hunger wes without remeid
The quick behuffit to eit the deid.
The filth of Closetis mony eit
To lenth thare lyfe thay thocht it sweit.
The famous Ladyis of the toun
For fait of fude thay fell in swoun.
Quhen thay micht get none vther meit
Thay slew thare proper Barnis to eit
Bot all for nocht dispytfullie
[Page]Thair a win sowldiouris full gredilie
Reft thame that flesche most miserabill
And thay with murning lamentabill
For extreme houunger ȝeild the spreit
Luc. xxiiii
Thair wes the Prophecie compleit
As Christ afore maid narratioun
The day of his grym Passioun
Quhen that the Ladyis for hym murnit
Full pieteuslie he to thame turnit,
And said, Douchteris murne nocht for me
Murne on ȝour awin Posteritie,
Within schort tyme sall cum the day
That men of this Cietie sal say,
Quhen thay ar trappit in the snare
Blyst be the wame that neuer bare.
The baren papis, than thay sall blis
That dulefull day ȝe sall nocht mis.
This Prophecie it come to pas
That day, with mony lowd allas
Sic sorrowfull lamentatioun
Wes neuer hard in that Natioun
Seand those lustie Ladyis sweit
Deand for hounger in the streit,
Thare husbandis, nor thair childring
Mycht geue to thame no conforting
Nor ȝit releue thame of thare harmis
Bot atheris deand in vtheris armis.
Efter this wofull Indigence
Amang thame rose sic Pestilence
[Page]Quhare in thare deit mony hounder
Quhilk tyll declare, it wer greit wounder.
¶And for finall conclusioun
Those weirlyke wallis thay dang doun
Prince Titus, with his Cheualrie
With sound of troumpe Tryumphandlie
He enterit in that greit Citie.
Bot tyll declare I thynk pitie
The panefull clamour horribill
Of woundit folk most miserabill
Thare wes nocht ellis, bot tak and slay
For thare mycht no man wyn away.
The strandis of blude, ran throuch the streit
Of dede folk trampit vnder feit
Auld Wedowis in the preis wer smorit
Ȝoung Virginis schamefullie deflorit.
The greit Tempill of Salamone
With mony ane curious caruit stone
With perfyte pinnakles on hicht
Quhilkis wer richt bewtifull and wicht
Quhare in riche Iowellis did abound
Thay ruscheit rudelie to the ground
And set in tyll thare furious Ire
Sancta Sanctorum in to fyre.
And with extreme confusioun
All thare greit Dungeonis thay dang doun.
¶ Thare bursin wer the boldin breistis
Of Bischoppis, Princis of the preistis,
Thare takin wes the greit vengeans
[Page]On fals Scrybis, and Phariseans.
All thare payncit Ipocrisie
That tyme micht mak thame no supplie
That day thay dulefullie repentit
That to the deith of Christ consentit
Thocht it wes out Saluatioun
It wes to thare Dampnatioun.
The vengeance of the blude saikles
Frome Abell,
Mathew xxiii.
till Zacharies
That day vpon Ierusalem fell.
Bot tedious it wer to tell
The greit extreme confusioun
And of blude sic effusioun
Wes neuer slane so mony ane man
At one tyme sen the warld began.
The Iowis that day gat thare desyre
Quhilk thay did ask in to thare Ire
As bene in Scripture specifyit
The day quhen Christ wes Crucifyit
Mathew xxvii.
Quhen Ponce Pilat the President
Said to thame, I am Innocent
Of the Iuste blude of Christ Iesus
Thay cryit, his Blude licht vpon ws
And on our Generatioun.
Thay gat thare Supplicatioun
That day, with mony cairfull crye
Thare blude wes sched aboundantlye.
¶Iosephus wryttis in his buke
His Cronicle quho lift to luke
[Page]During that cruell Sege certane
Wer ellewin houndreth thousand slane
Of presonaris, weill tauld and sene
Fourescore of thousandis, and sewintene.
Out of the land thay did expell
All the peple of Israell
And for thare greit Ingratytude
Thay leue ȝit vnder Seruytude.
Thare is na Iow, in no countrie
Quhilk hes one fute of propertie
Nor neuer had withouttin weir
Sen this day fyuetene hundreth ȝeir.
Nor neuer sall, I to the schaw
Tyll that thay turne to Christis law.
¶Sum sayis, that Iowis mony fald
Wer thretty for ane penny sald,
As Iudas said the King of glore
For thretty pennyis, and no more.
☞Efter that mony wer myscheuit
Quhē nouellꝭ past, quhow lāg thay leuit
Apon thare Gold withouttin dout
Thay slit thair bellyis to serche it out.
The rest in Egipt, thay did send
Presonaris to thare lyues end.
Titus tuke in his cumpanie
Greit noumer of the most worthie
With hym to Rome he led thame bound
Syne cruellie did thame confound
His victorie for till decore
[Page]And for Agmenting of his glore
Gart put thame in to publict places
Quhare all folk, mycht behauld thare faces
Syne with wylde Lyonis cruellie
He gart deuore thame dulefullie.
❧ This hie Tryumphand mychtie toun
At Pasche, wes put to confusioun
Because that in the tyme of pace
Thay Crucifyit the King of grace.
Sum hes this mater done indyte
More Ornatlie than I can wryte
Quharefor I speik of it no more
Onely to God be laude and glore.

Of the Miserabill end of Certane tirrannous Princis. And speciallie the Begynnaris of the Four Monarcheis. ☜(✚)☞

NOVV haue I done declare at thy desyris
As thow demandit in to termis schort
And quha began, the principall Impyris
As Cronicle and Scripture dois report
Quharefor my Sone, I hartlie the exhort
Perfytlie prent in thy remembrance
Of this Inconstant warld the variance
The Princis of thir four greit Monarcheis
In thare most hiest pomp, Imperialis
Traistyng to be most sure set in thare seis
The fraudful warld gaif to yaim mortal fal [...]is
For thare reward, bot dirk memoriallis.
Thocht ouir y e warld, thay had preeminence
Of it thay gat none vther recompence.
For siclyke as the snaw dois melt in May.
Throuch the reflex of Phebus bemis bricht
Thir greit Impyris, rycht so ar went away
Gone bene thair glore, thair power and thare micht
Because yai wer reuarꝭ w tout in richt
And blude scheddaris, full cruell to conclude
Richt cruellie tharefor, wes sched thair blude.
Behald quhow God, ay sen the warld began,
Hes maid of tyrrane Kingis Instrumentis
To scurge peple, and to keill mony one man
Quhilkꝭ to his law wer Inobedientis
Quhē thay had done perfurneis his ententis
In dantyng wrangous peple schamefullie
He sufferit thame be scurgit cruellie.
Euin as ye scule maister dois mak ane wand
To dant and ding scolaris of rude ingyne
The quhilkis wyl nocht study at his cōmand
He scurgis thame, and onely to that fyne
That thay suld to his trew counsale inclyne
Quhen thay obey, and meisit bene his Ire
[Page]He takis the wand, and castis in to the fyre.
God of king Pharao, maid one Instrument
Quhilk wes the greit king of Egiptiens
His awin peculier peple to torment.
That beand done,
Exo. vii.
he wrocht on hym vengēs
And leit hym fal, throuch Inobediens.
Exo. xiii.
And finallie, he with his greit Armie
In the reid sey, thame drownit dulefullie.
☞Rycht so, of Nabuchodonosor king.
God maid of hym ane furious Instrument
Ierusalem and the Iowis, to doun thring
Quhen thay to God wer Inobedient,
Dan. ii [...].
Syne reft hym frome his riches and his rent
And hym transformit in ane beist bru [...]ell
Seuin ȝeris and more, as wryttis Daniell
Alexander throuch prydefull tirrannie
In ȝeris twelf did mak his greit conquest
Ay scheddand saikles blude full cruellie
Tyll he wes king of kingis he tuke no rest,
In all the warld, quhen he wes full possest
In Babilon thronit triumphandlie
Throuch poysoun strang, decesit dulefullie
Duke Hanniball the strang Chartagiane
The danter of the Romanis pomp and glore
[Page]Be his power wer mony one thousand slane
As may be red at lenth in tyll his storie
At Cannas quhar he wan the victorie
On Romanis hādis y e dede lay on ye ground
Thre heipit Buschellis wer of ringis found.
☞ Into that mortall battell, I heir sane
Of the Romanis, most worthy weriouris
By presonaris, wer fourty thousand slane
Of quhō thare wes thretty wyse senatouris
And xx. Lordis, y e quhilkꝭ had dene Pretourꝭ
That deit to in defence of thare cuntrie
And for tyll hald thare land at libertie.
Quhat reward gat this cruell Campioun
Quhen he had slane so greit one multytude
And quhen the glas of his glorie wes run?
Ane schamefull deith, & schortlie to conclude
This bene reward of all scheddaris of blude
For he gad sic extreme confusioun
He slew him self in drinking strang poysoun.
Behald the two most famous Campiounis
(That is to say) Iulius, and Pompey
Quhilkis did conqueis all erdlie Regionis
Alsweill maine land, as Ilis in the sey.
And to the toun of Rome gart thame obey
For Pompeius subde wit the Orient,
And Iulius Cesar all the Occident.
☞Bot finallie thir two did stryue for stait
Quhare throw thre hūdreth .M. mē wer slane
Bot Pompeius efter that greit debait
He murdreisit wes, the storie tellis plane.
Than Iulius wes prince and Souerane
Abufe the hole warld, Empriour and king
Bot in to rest, schort tyme indurit his ring.
❧For within fyue monethis, & lytle more
Amyd his Lordis in the counsale hous
He murdresit wes, quhat nedis proces more?
As I haue said, be Brute, and Cassius.
Gyf thou wald knaw, thare dethis dolorous
Thou most at lenth, go reid y e Romane storie
Quhilk hes this mater put in memorie.
Gone is the goldin warld, of Assirianis.
Of quhom king Ninus, wes first & principal
Gone is the syluer warld of Persianis,
The Copper warld of Grekis now is thrall
The warld of Irne, quhilk wes the last of al,
Comparit to the Romanis in thare glore,
Ar gone rychtso, I heir of thame no more.
Now is the warld of Irne myxit with clay,
As Daniell at lenth, hes done indyte.
The greit Impyris ar melted clene away.
Now is the warld of dolour and despyte
I se nocht ellis, bot troubill infinyte
[Page]Quharefor my Sone, I mak it to the kend
This warld I wat is drawand to ane end
Tokningꝭ of derth, hounger, and pestilence,
With cruell weris, baith be sey and land
Realme aganis realme, with mortal violence
Quhilk signifyis, y e last day ewin at hand.
Quharefor my Sone be in thy faith constand
Raising thy hart to God and crye for grace
And mend thy lyfe, quhil y u hes tyme & space.

The fift Spirituall And Papall Monarchie.

Courteo.
FAther Is thare no Prince regnand
Quhilk hes the warld now at cōmand,
As had the Kingis of Assirianis
The Persis, Grekis, or the Romanis
Quho hes now maist Dominioun
Of euerilk land and Regioun?
Experen.
Thare is no Prince, my Sone (said he)
That hes the principall Monarchie
Abuse the warld vniuersall
With hole power Imperiall
As Alexander, or Darius
Or as had Cesar Iulius
For Orient and Occident
To thame wer all obedient.
[Page]Nochtwithstanding, I find one King
Quhilk in tyll Europe doith ring,
That is the potent Pope of Rome
Impyrand ouer all Christindome.
To quhome no prince may be compair
As Cannon lawis can declair.
All Princis of the Occident
Ar tyll his grace obedient.
For he hes hole power compleit
Boith of the body and the spreit
Quhilk neuer had no Prince afore
Except the michtie king of glore.
To Christ he is greit Lewtennand
In holy Peteris Sait sittand.
So he is of all kingis king
Quhilkis in to Europe now doith ring.
☞And as the Romane Empriouris
Hauing the warld vnder thare curis
Had Princis Knichtis, and Campionis
Rewlaris in tyll all Regionis
Vphalding thare Authoritie
Vsing Iustice and policie,
Rycht so this potent Pope of Rome
The Souerane king of Christindome
He hes in tyll ilk countrie
His Princis of greit grauitie
In sum countreis his Cardinalis
In thare most precious apparaillis
Archtbischoppis, Bischoppis thow may se
[Page]Defending his auctoritie.
With vther potent Patriarkis,
Collegis full of cunnyng Clerkis.
Abbottis, and Priouris, as ȝe ken
Misrewlaris of Religious men.
Officialis, with thare Procuratouris
Quhose langsum law, spulȝeis the puris.
Archedenis, and Denis, of dignitie
Greit Doctouris of Diuinitie.
Thare Chantouris, and thare Sacristanis
Thare Tresoureris, and thare Subdenis,
Legionis of Preistis Seculeris
Personis, Vicaris, Monkis, and Freitis,
Of diuers Ordouris mony one
Quhilk langsum wer for tyll expone,
In syndrie habitis as ȝe ken
Different frome vther Christin men.
Fair Ladyis of Religioun
Professit in euery Regioun.
Fals Heremitis, fassionit lyke the freiris
Proude parische Clerkis, and Pardoneris,
Thare Gryntaris, and thare Chamberlanis
With thare temporall Courtissanis
Thus all the warld be land and sey
His Sanctitude thay do obey
Nocht onely his spirituall Kingdome
Bot the greit Empriour of Rome
And kingis of euerilk Regioun
That day quhen thay resaue thare crown
[Page]Thay mak aith of fidelitie
Tyll defende his auctoritie.
Moreouer, with humyll reuerence
Thay mak tyll hym obedience
Be thare selfis, or Ambassadouris
Or vtheris Ornate Oratouris.
Quho doith gant stand his Maiestie
His Lawis or his Libertie
Or haldis ony Opinioun
Contrair his greit Dominioun
Other be way of deid or wordis
Ar put to deith, be fyre or swordis,
Sanct Peter stylit wes, Sanctus,
Bot he is callit, Sanctissimus.
His style at lenth, geue thow wald knaw
Thow most go luke the Cannon Law
Boith in the sixt and Clementene
His staitly style thare may be sene.
Thare sall thow find, reid giue thow can
Quhow he is nother God nor man.
Quhat is he than, be ȝour Iudgement
Quod I,
Courteo.
me thynk hym different
Far frome our Souerane Lord Iesus
And tyll his kynd contratious.
For Christ wes God,
Ihon. i.
and naturall man
Geue he be nother, quhat is he than?
¶ The Cannon law,
Expere [...]
my Sone (said he)
That questioun wyll declare to the.
It dois transcend my rude Ingyne
[Page]His Sanctitude for tyll defyne
Or to schaw the auctoritie
Pertening to his Maiestie
So greit one Prince, quhare sall thow find
That Spirituallie may lous and bind.
Nor be quhame synnis ar forgeuin
Be thay with his Disciplis schreuin
Quhame euer he bindis be his micht
Thay boundin ar in Goddis sicht,
Quhame euer he lousis in erth heir doun
Ar lousit be God in his Regioun.
Als he is Prince of Purgatorie
Delyuering saulis frome pane to glorie,
Of that dirk Dungeoun but dout
Quhame euer he plesis, he takis thame out
Our secreit Synnis euery ȝeir
We mon schaw to sum preist or freir
And tak thare Absolutioun
Or ellis we get no remissioun.
So be this way, thay cleirlie ken
The secretis of all secular men.
Thare secretis we knaw nocht at all
Thus ar we to thame bound and thrall.
Quhat euer thare Ministeris commandis
Most be obey it without demandis.
Quharefor my Sone, I say to thee,
This is ane meruelous Monarchie
Quhilk hes power Imperiall
Boith of the body and the Saull.
¶Father (quod I) declare to me
Quho did begin this Monarchie?
(Quod he)
Ex [...]
Christ Iesus God and man
That Impyre gratiouslie began
Nocht be the fyre, nor be the sword
Bot be the vertew of his word.
E [...]h [...] [...] Lu [...] [...]
And left in tyll his Testament
Mony one deuote Document
With his Successouris to be vsit
Thocht mony of thame be now abusit
For Peter and Paule, with all the rest
Of thare Brethren maid manifest
The law of God with trew intent
Precheing the auld and New Testament.
Thay led thare lyfe in pouertie
Deuotioun and Humylitie
As did thare Maister Christ Iesus.
And war nocht half so glorious
As thare Successour now in Rome
Impyrand ouer all Christindome.
☞Efter the deith of Peter and Paull
And Christis trew Discpulisall
Thare Successouris within few [...]erris
As at more lenth, chare storie betis
Full craftelie clam to the hicht
Frome Spirituall lyfe, to temporal micht.
Father or we pas forther more
Courteo.
Quhen did begyn thare temporall glore?
Sone (said he)
Experie [...]
thow sall vnderstand
[Page]Or euer ane Paip gat ony land
Twa and thretty gude Paipis in Rome
Ressauit the Crown of Martirdome,
Bot nocht the Thrinfald Diadame
To weir thre crounis thay thocht gret schame
Tyll Siluester the Confessour
Frome Constantine the Empriour
Ressauit the realme of Italie
Rychtso of Rome the greit Citie.
That wes the rute of thare riches
Than sprang the well of welthines.
Quhen that the Paip wes maid ane king
All Princis howit at his bidding.
This Act wes done withouttin weir
Frome Christis deith, thre hundreth ȝeir
¶Than Lady Sensualitie
Tuke Lug [...]ing in that greit Citie,
Quhare schosensyne hes done remane
As thare awin lady Souerane.
Than Kingis in tyll all Nationis
Maid Preistis greit foundationis
Thay thocht greit merite and honour
To conterfait the Empriour
As did Dauid of Scotland King
The quhilk did found, duryng his ring,
Fyftene Abbayis, with temporall landis
Withouttin teindis, and offerandis
Be quhose holy simplicitie
He left the Crown in pouertie
[Page]Now haue I schawin the as I can
Quhow thare temporall Impyre began
Ascending vp ay gre by gre
Abufe the Empriouris Maiestie
So quhen thay gat amang thare handis
Of Italie, all the Empriouris landis,
Efter that in ilk countrie
Sprang vp thare temporalitie
With so greit riches and sic rent
That thay gan to be negligent
In making Ministratioun
To Christis trew Congregatioun,
And tuke no more pane in thare preching
And far les trauell in thare teching
Changeing thare Spiritualitie
In temporall Sensualitie.
¶Father thynk ȝe that thay ar sure
Courteo.
That thare Impyre sall lang indure?
Apperandlie,
Experien.
it may be kend
(Quod he) thare glore sall haue ane end.
I mene thare temporall Monarchie
Sall turne in tyll humilitie
Throuch Goddis word without debait
Thay sall turne to thare first estait.
As Danselis Prophecie apperis
Thareto sall nocht be mony ȝeris
Quhowbeit Chrstis faith, sall neuer faill
Bot more and more, it sall preuaill.
Thocht Chrstis trew Congregatioun
[Page]Suffer greit tribulatioun.
Courteo.
Father (said I) be quhat resoun
Thynk ȝe thare Impyre may cum doun
Experien.
Considering thare preeminence?
(Quod he) for Inobedience
Abusing the Commandement
Mathew xv.
Quhilk Christ left in his Testament,
Vsing thare awin Traditioun
More than his Institutioun.
For Christ in his last conuentioun
Mathew xxviii. Iob. xv. [...]er. i.
The day of his Ascensioun
Tyll his Discipulis gaue command
That thay sulde pas in euery land
To teche and preche, with trew intens
His law, and his commandement.
None vther office, he to thame gaue
He did nocht bid thame seik nor craue
Cors presentis, nor offerandis
Nor get Lordshippis of temporall landis.
Bot now it may be hard and sene
Baith with thyne eris, and thyne eine,
Quhow Prelatis now, in euery land
Takis lytle cure of Christis command
Nother in to thare dedis nor sawis
Neglecting thare awin Cannon lawis
Vsing thame selfis contrarious
For the maist part to Christ Iesus.
Mat. iiii
Christ thocht na schame to be ane precheour
And tyl all peple, of treuth ane techeour
[Page]Ane Pope, Bischop, nor Cardidall
To teche nor preche, wyll nocht be thrall.
Thay send furth freitis, to preche for thame
Quhilk garris y e peple, mok yame w t schame.
Christ wald nocht be ane temporall king
Ihon. vi.
Richely in to no realme to ring
Bot fled temporall auctoritie
As in the Scripture thow may see
All men may knaw, quhow Popis ringis
In Dignitie abufe all kingis,
Als weill in temporalitie
As in to Spiritualitie
Thow may see be experience
The Popis princely preeminence.
In Cronicles geue thow list to luke
Quhow Carion wryttis in his buke
Ane Notabill Narratioun
The ȝeir of our Saluatioun
Ellewin houndreth, and sex and fyftie
Pope Alexander presumptuouslie,
Quhilk wes the thrid Pope of that name,
To Friderik Empriour did defame,
In Veneis that triumphand town
That nobill Empriour gart ly down
Apon his wame, with schame and lack
Syne tred his feit vpon his back
In taikin of Obedience.
Thare he schew his preeminence
[Page]And Causit his Clergie for to sing
Thir wordis eftter following.
¶ SVPER Aspidem & basiliscum ambulabir:
Psalme. lxxxxi.
Et conculcabis leonem & drachonem.
That is, thou sal gang vpō the edder & the Coketrice.
And thow sall tred down the Lioun & the Dragoun.
¶ Than said this humill Empriour
I do to Peter, this honour
The Pope answerit with wordis wroith
Thow sall me honour and Peter boith.
Christ for to schaw his humill spreit
Did wasche his pure Discipulis feit.
The Popis holynes I wys
Wyll suffer Kingis his feit to kys
Luc. ix.
Birdis had thare nestis, & Toddis thare den
Bot Christ Iesus, Saiffer of men
In erth had nochtane penny breid
Quhare on he mycht repose his heid.
¶Quhowbeit the Popis excellence
Hes Castellis of Magnificence.
Abbottis, Bischoppis, and Cardinalis
Hes plesand palices royallis
Lyke Paradyse, ar those prelatis places
Act [...]. iiii
Wanting no plesour of fair faces
Ihone, Androw, Iames, Peter nor Paull
Had few houses amang thame all
Frome tyme thay knew the veritie
Thay did contempne all propertie
And wer richt hartfully content
[Page]Of meit drynk, and Abuilȝement.
☞ To saif Mankynd that wes forlorne
Iho. xix.
Christ bure ane cruell crown of thorne
The Pope thre Crownis for the no [...]is
Of gold, poulderit with precious stonis.
Of gold and syluer, I am sure.
¶ Christ Iesus tuke bot lytle cure
And left nocht quhen he ȝeild the spreit
To by hym self, ane wynding schei [...].
Bot his Successour gude Pope [...]hone
Quhen he deceisit in Auinione
He left behynd hym one tresour
Of gold and syluer by mesour
Be one Iuste computatioun
Weill fyue and twentye Myllioun
As doith Indyte Palmerius
Reid hym and thow sall fynd it thus.
¶ Christis Disciplis wer weill knowin
Throuch vertew, quhilk wes be thame schawin
In speciall feruent cheritie
Greit pacience, and humylitie,
The Popis floke in all regionis
Ar knawin best be thare clippit crounis.
❧Christ he did honour Matrimonie
Ihon. ii.
In to the Cane of Galilie
Quhare he be his power Diuyne
Did turne the water in to wyne.
And als cheisit sum Maryit men
To be his seruandis as ȝe ken
[Page]And Peter duryng all his lyfe
He thocht no Syn, to haue ane wyfe.
Ȝe sall nocht fynd in no passage
Quhare Christ forbiddith Mariage
Bot leifsum tyll ilk man to Marie
Quhilk wantis the gift of Chaistitie.
☞The Pope hes maid the contrar lawis
In his kyngdome, as all men knawis
None of his preistis dat marie wyfis
Vnder no les paine nor thair ly [...]is
Thocht thay haue Concubynis fyftene
In to that cace, thay ar ouersene
Quhat chaistitie, thay keip in Rome
Is weill kend ouer all Christindome.
Mathew xvii.
Christ did schaw his obedience
Onto the Empriouris excellence
And Causit Peter for to pay
Tribute to Cesar, for thame tway.
Paule biddis vs be obedient
To kyngis as the most excellent.
☞The contrar did Pope Selestene
Quhen that his Sanctitude serene
Did crown Henry the Emprioure
I thynk he did hym small honoure
For with his feit he did hym crown
Syne with his fute, the croun dang doun
Sayand, I haue Authoritie
Men tyll exalt to dignitie
And to mak Emprioutis and kingis
[Page]And Syne depryue thame of thare ringis.
Peter be my Opinioun
Did neuer vse sic Dominioun.
Apperandlie be my Iugement
That Pope red neuer the New Testament
Geue he had lernit at that lore
He had refusit sic vane glore.
As Barnabas Peter and Paull
And rytht so Christis Discipulis all.
The Capitane Cornelius
Actis. x.
Quhen Sanct Peter come tyll his hous
Tyll worschip hym fell at his feit,
Bot Sanct Peter with humyll spreit
D [...] rais hym vp with diligence
And did refuse sic Reuerence.
Rycht so Sanct Ihone the Euangelist,
Apoca. xix. [...].xii.
The Angellis feit he wald haue kist
Bot [...] [...]ic honour,
Say me I am bot seruitour
Rycht so thy fallow, and thy brother
Geue glore to God, and to none vther.
And lyikwyse Barnabas and Paull
Act. xiiii.
Sic honour did refuse at all
In Listra, quhare thay wrocht greit workis
The preist of Iuppiter, with his clerkis
And all the peple with thare auyce
Wald haue maid to thame Sacrifyce
Of quhilk thay wer so discontent
That thay thare clothyng raue and rent
[Page]And Paule amang thame rudely ran
Sayand, I am ane mortall man
Geue glore to God, of king is king
That maid heuin, erth, and euery thing:
Sen Peter and Paule vane glore refusit
With Popis quhy sulde sic glore be vsit.
Peter, Androw, Ihone, Iames, and Paull,
And Christis trew Discipulis all
Be Goddis word thare faith defendit,
To birn, and skald, thay neuer pretendit
The Pope defendis his traditioun
Be flammand fyre, without remissioun,
Quhowbeit men brek the law Diuyne
Thay ar nocht put to so greit pyne
For huredome, nor Idolatrie
For Incest, nor Adulterie,
Or quhen ȝoung Virginis ar deflorit
For sic thing men ar nocht abhorit.
Bot quho that eitis flesche in to lent
Ar terriblie put to torment
And geue ane preist happynnis to marie
Thay do hym baneis, curs, and warie
Thocht it be nocht aganis the law
Of God, as men may cleirly knaw
Betuix thir two, quhat difference bene
Be faithfull folk it may be sene
Sic Antitheses mony mo
I mycht declare quhilkis I lat go
And may nocht tary to compyle
[Page]Of lik ordout, the staitlie style.
The sillie Nun wyll think greit schame
Without scho callit be Madame.
The pure Preist think's he gettis no richt
Be he nocht stylit lyke ane knicht,
And callit Schir, afore his name,
As schir Thomas, and schir Williame
All Monkis ȝe may heir and se
Ar callit Denis, for Dignitie
Quhowbeit his mother milk the kow
He man be callit Dene Androw
Dene Peter, dene Paull, and dene Robart
With Christ thay tak ane painfull part
With dow [...]yll clethyng frome the cald
Eirand and drinkand quhen thay wald
With curious Countryng in the queir
God wat gyf thay by heuin full deir.
My lorde Abbot, richt venerabill
Ay marschellit vpmost at the tabill
My lord Bischop, most reuerent
Set abufe Erlis in Parliament
And Cardinalis duryng thare ringis
Fallowis to Princis, and to Kingis.
The Pope exaltit in honour
Abufe the potent Empriour.
The proude Persone I think trewlie
Heleidis his lyfe rycht lustelie,
For quhy, he hes none vther pyne
Bot tak his teind, and spend it syne
[Page]Bot he is oblissit be resoun
To preiche vntill his Patichioun
Thocht thay want preiching sewintene ȝeir
He wyll nocht want ane boll of beir.
Sum Personis hes at his command
The wantoun Wenchis of the land,
Als chay haue gret prerogatyuis
That may depart ay with thare wyuis
Without Diuorce, or summonding
Syne tak ane vther but wedding.
Sum man wald think ane lustie lyfe
Ay quhen he list, to change his wyte
And tak ane vther of more bewtie.
Bot Secularis wantis that libertie
The quhilk ar bound in mariage
Bot thay lyke Rammis in to thare rage
Vnpissilit rynnis amang the ȝowis
So lang as Nature in thame growis.
¶And als the Vicar, as I trow
He wyll nocht faill to tak ane kow
And vpmaist claith (thocht babis thame ban)
Frome ane pure selie housband man
Quhen that he lyis for tyll de
Hauyng small barnis two or thre
And his thre ky withouttin mo
The Vicar moste haue one of tho
With the gray cloke, that happis the bed
Howbeit that he be puirlie cled.
And gif the wyfe de on the morne
[Page]Thocht all the babis lulde be forlorne
The vther kow he cleikis away
With hir pure coit of roploch gray
And gif within twa dayis or thre
The eldest Chyld hapnis to de
Of the thrid kow, he wyll be sure.
Quhen he hes all than vnder his cure
And Father, and Mother boith ar dede
Beg mon the babis, without remede.
Thay hald the Corps at the kirk style
And thare it most remane ane quhyle
Tyll thay get sufficient souertie
For thare kirk richt and dewitie
Than cummis the landis Lord perfors
And cleikis tyll hym ane herield hors.
Pure laubouraris, waid that law wer doun
Quhilk neuer wes foundit be resoun
I hard thame say vnder confessioun
That law is brother till Oppressioun.
My Sone I haue schawin as I can
Quhow this fyft Monarchie began.
Quhose gret Impyre for to report
At lenth, the tyme bene all to schort.

Ane descriptioun of The Court of Rome. ☞*☜

Courteo.
FAther (said I) quhat reul keip thay ī rome
Quhilk hes the Spirituall dominioun,
And Monarchie, abufe all Christindome
Schaw me I make ȝow supplicatioun?
Experien
My Sone, wald I mak trew narratioun
(Said he) to Peter, & Paul, thocht yai succeid
I think thay preue nocht that in to thair deid.
For Peter Androw & Ihon wer fischearꝭ fyne
Of men and wemen, to the Christin faith
Bot thai haif spred thare Nec w t huik & lyne
On tentis riche, on gold, and vther graith
Sic fisching to neglect, thay wyll be laith
For quhy, yai haif fischit in ouerthort y e stran­dis
Ane gret part treuly of al tēporallandis.
With that the tent part of all gude mouabil.
For the vphalding of thare Digniteis.
So bene thare fisching wounder proffitabill
On the dry land, als weill as on the seis
Thare hery water, thay spred in all countreis
And w t thair hois net, daylie drawis to Rome
The most fyne gold, that is in Christindome.
I dar weill say, within this fiftie ȝeir
Rome hes resauit furth of this Regioun
For Bullis & benefice (qubilk yai by ful deir)
Quhilk my t ful weil haif payit ane kingꝭ ransōn
Bot war I worthie for to weir ane croun
Preistis suld no more out substance so cōsume
[Page]Sending ȝeirlie so gret ryches to Rome.
In to thare tramalt net, thai fangit ane fische
More nor ane quhaill worthie of memorie
Of quhome yai haif had mony daintie dische
Be quhome thay ar exaltit to greit glorie
That marueloꝰ monstour, callit Purgatorie
Howbeit tyll vs, it is nocht amiabill
It hes to thame, bene veray profitabill.
Lat thay yat fructeful fische eschaip thair net
Be quhome thay haue so gret commoditeis
Ane more fat fische, I traist thay sall not get
Thocht thay wald serche ouerthort y e occeane seis
Adew the daylie dolorous Dirigeis
Selie pure preistis, may sing w t hart ful sorie
Want thay that painful palice Purgatorie.
Fair weil Monkrie, w t Chanoun Nun & freir
Allace thay wyll be lichtleit in all landis
Cowlis wil no more be kend in kirk nor queir
Lat thai y e frutful fische eschaip thare handis
I counsall thame to bind hym fast in bandis
For Peter, Androw, nor Ihon, culd neuer get
So proffitable ane fische, in to thair net.
Thare Merchandice, in tyll all Nationis
As prentit leid, thare walx, and parchem ent
Thare pardonis and thare Dispensationis
Thay do exceid sum temporall princis rent
[Page]As for thare Monkis thair chanounis & yale Freiris
And lustie Ladyis of Religioun
I knaw nocht quhar to thare office effeiris
Bot men may se thare greit abusioun
Thay ar nocht lyke, in to conclusioun
Nother in to thair wordis, nor thare workis
To the Apostilis, Prophetꝭ nor Patriarkis.
Gif presentlie thir Prelatis can not preiche
Than lat ilk Byschop haue ane Suffragane
Or successour, quhilk can the peple teiche
On thare expensis ȝeirlie to remane
To cause the peple frome thare vyce refrane.
And quhen ane prelate, hapnith to deceace
Than put ane perfite preichour in his place.
Do thay nocht so, on thame sall ly the tharge
Geuand vnable men Authoritie
As quho wald mak ane steirmā til ane barge
Of ane blind borne, quhilk can no dainger so
Geue that schip droun, forsuth I say for me
Quho gaif that steirman sic commussioun
Suld of the schip mak restitutioun.
The humane Lawis, that ar contrarious
And nocht conforming to the Law diuyne
Thay sulde expell, and hald thame odious
Quhē thai persaue, thame cū to no gude fyne
Inuentit bot be sensuall mennis Ingyne
[Page]As that law quhilk forbiddis Mariage
Causing ȝoung Clerkes birn in lustis rage.
¶Difficill is Chaistitie tyll obserue
Rom. vii.
But speciall grace, laubour, and abstinence
In tyll our flesche ay regnis tyll we sterue.
That first Originall syn, Concupiscence,
Quhilk we throuch Adamis Inobedience
Hes done Incur, and sall indure foreuer
Quhill that our saull and body deith disseuer.
Tharefor God maid of Mariage the band
Gene. ii.
In Paradyce (as Scripture doith recorde)
In Galilie, rycht so I vnderstand
Wes Mariage honourit be Christ our Lord,
Ihon. ii.
Auld Law, & New, thare to thay do concorde
I think for me, better that thay had slepit
Nor tyll haue maid ane law, and neuer kepit.
Tuke nocht Christ Iesus his Humanitie
Math. i.
Of ane Virgine, in Mariage contractit
Luc. i.
And of hir flesche, cled his Diuinitie,
Quhy half thay done y e blisful band deiectit
In thare kingdome, wald god it wer co [...]rectit
That ȝōng prelatis, micht marie lustie wyfis
And noche in sensuall lust, to leid thare lyfis.
Did nocht Christ theis of honest maryit men
Aisweill as thay that kepit Chaistitie
For to be his Discipulis as ȝe ken
As in the Scripture cleirlie thow may see
[Page]Thay keipit styll thare wyfis with honestie
As Peter, and his spousit brethren all
Obseruit Chaistitie Matrimoniall.
i Tim. iiii
Bot now apperis the Prophecie of Paull
Quhow sum suld ryis in to the latter age
That frō the trew faith suld depart and fall
And suld forbid the band of Mariage
Als thow sall find, in to that sam passage
Thay suld cōmand from meitis till abstene
Quhilk God creat his peple to sustene
Bot sen y e Pope our spiritual prince & king
He dois ouerse sic vyces manifest
And in his kingdome, sufferith for to ring
The men be quhome the veritie bene supprest
I excuse nocht hym self, more than the rest
Allace how suld we membris be weill vsit
Quhen so our spirituall heidis bene abusit.
☞The famous ancient Doctor Auicene
Sayis quhē euil rewme discendis frō y e heid
In to the membris, generith mekle pane
Without thare be maid haistelie remeid
Quhē that cald humour dōnwart dois ꝓceid,
In Sennounis it causis Arthetica,
Rychtso in the handis cramp Chiragra.
Of Maledyis it generis mony mo
Bot geue men get sum Souerane preserue
[Page]As in the theis Scyathica Passio,
And in the breist, sumtyme y e strang Caterue
Quhilk causis men richt haistelie to sterue,
And Podagra, difficill for to cure
In mēnis feit, quhilk lang tyme dois indure.
So to this most triumphand court of Rome,
This symilitude, full weill I may compair
Quhilk hes bene herschip of al Christindome
And to the warld ane euyll exemplair
That vmquhyle was Lod sterre, & luminair
And the most sapient Sait of Sanctitude
Bot now allace bair of Beatitude.
Thare kyngdome may be callit Babilone
Apo. xvii
Quhilk vmquhyle wes ane bricht Ierusalē
As planelie menis the Apostill Ihone
Thare most famous Citie, hes tint the fame,
Inhabiteris thairof thare nobyll Name:
For quhy, thay haue of Sanctis Habitakle
To Symon Magus maid ane Tabernakle,
And horribill vaill of euerilk kynd of vyce
Ane laithlie Loch of stinkand Licherie,
Ane curssit Coue corrupt with Couatyce,
Bordourit about with pryde and Symonie
Sum sayis ane Cisterne full of Sodomie
Quhose vyce in speciall, gif I wald declair
It war yneuch, for tyll perturb the air.
Of treuth the hole Christin Religioun
Throuch thame ar scandalizat and offendit,
It can nocht faill, bot thare abusioun
Afore the Throne of God it is ascen [...]it
Luc. xiii. Apo. xvii
I dreid but dout, without that thay amend it
The plaigis of Ihonis Reuelatioun
Sal fall vpon thare Generatioun.
O Lord quhilk hes the hartis of euerilkking
In to thy hand, I mak the Suplicatioun
Cōuert that court, that of thare grace bening
Thay wald mak generall reformatioun
Amang thame selfis, in euerilk Natioun
That thay may be ane holy exemplare
Tyll vs, thy pure lawit commoun populare.
Houngerit allace, for falt of Spirituall fude
Because frome vs bene hid the veritie
O prince, quhilk sched for vs thy p̄cius blude
Kendle in vs, the fyre of Cheritie
And saif vs frome Eternall miserie
Now laubouryng in to thy kirk Militant
That we may all cū to thy kirk triumphant.

The fourt buke ma­kand mētioun of the deith, Of the Antichrist, Of the Generall Ingement, of Certane plesouris of the Glorifeit Bodyis, And quhow euery Creature desiris to se the last day. With ane Exhor­tatioun be Experience to the Courteour. &c.

PRVDENT Father Experience.
Courteo.
Sen ȝe of ȝour beneuolence
Hes causit me for to considder
Quhow warldlie Pomp, & glore bene slidder
Be diuers storyis miserabill
Quhilkis to rehers bene Lamentabill
Ȝit or we pas furth of this vaill
I pray ȝow geue me ȝour counsaill
Quhat I sall do in tyme cumming
To haif the glore Euerlasting?
❧My Sone (said he)
Experien.
set thy intent
To keip the Lordis Commandement
And preis the nocht to clym ouer hie
To no warldlie Authoritie
Quho in the warld doith most reiois
Ar farrest ay frome thare purpois
Wald thow leue warldlie vaniteis
And thynk on four extremiteis
[Page]Quhilkis ar to cum, and that schortlie
Thow wald neuer syn wylfullie,
Prent thir four, in thy memorie
The Deith, the Hell, and Heuinnis glorie
And extreme Iugement generall
Quhare thow mon rander compt of all
Thow sall nocht faill to be content
Of quiet lyfe, and sober rent.
Considering no man can be sure
In erth one hour for tyll indure
So all warldlie prosperitie
Is myxit with greit miserie.
¶ Wer thow Empriour of Asia
Kink of Europe, and Aphrica,
Greit Dominator of the sey
And thocht the Heuinnis did the obey
All fyschis sweming in the strand
All beist and foull at thy command
Concluding thow wer king ouer all
Vnder the heuin Imperiall
In that most hich Authoritie
Thow suld fynd leist tranquillitie
ii. Pax. ix
Exempill of king Salomone
More prosperous lyfe had neuer none
Sic ryches, with so greit plesour
Had neuer king nor Empriour
With most profound Intelligence
And super excellent Sapience
His plesand Habitationis
[Page]Precellit all vther Nationis
Gardingis and parkis, for hartis and hyndis
Stankis with fische of diuers kyndis
Most profound maisteris of Musike
That in the warld wes none thame lyke.
Sic tresour of gold, and precious stonis
In erth, had neuer no king at onis.
He had seuin hundreth lustie Quenis
iii. Reg. xi.
And thre hundreth fair Concubenis
In erth, thare wes no thing plesand
Contrarious tyll his command.
Ȝit all this gret prosperitie
Eccle. i.
He thocht it vane, and vanitie
And mycht neuer find repose compleit
Without afflictioun of the spreit.
¶ Father (quod I)
Courteo.
it maruellis me
He hauand sic prosperite
With so gret riches by mesour
Nor he had infinite plesour?
¶ My sone the suith gif thow wald knaw
The veritie I sall the schaw
Experien.
Thare is no warldlie thyng at all
May satyfie ane mannis Saull
For it is so Insatiabill
That heuin and erth, may nocht be abill
One Saull allone to mak content
Tyll it se God Omnipotent
[Page]Wes neuer none, nor neuer salbe
Satiate, that sycht tyll that he se.
Quharefore my Sone, set nocht thy cure
Math. vi. Luc. xii.
In erth, quhare no thing may be sure
Except the deith allanerlie
Quhilk followis man continuallie
Tharefor my Sone, rrmember the
Within schort tyme that thow man de
Nocht knawing quhē, quhow in quhat place
Bot as it plesith the King of grace.

❧ Of the Deith,

OF Miserie moste Miserabill
Is Deith, and moste abhominabill
That dreidful Dragone w t his dar­tis
Ay reddy for to pers the hartis
Of euerilk Creature on lyue
Contrar quhose strenth may no man stryue.
¶ Of dolent Deith, this sore sentence
Wes geuin throw Inobedience
Of our Parentis, allace tharefore,
As I haue done declare afore
Quhow thay, and thare Posteritie
Wer all condampnit for to de
[...] [...]o what the flesche to deith be thrall
[...] the Sa [...] [...] Immortall,
[Page]And so of his benignitie
Hes myxit his Iustice with Mercie
Tharefor call to remembrance
Of this fals warld the variance
Quhow we lyke Pylgramꝭ ewin & morrow
Ay trauelling throuch this vaill of sorrow
Sum tyme in vane prosperitie
Sum tyme in greit miserie
Sum tyme in blis, sum tyme in baill
Sum tyme richt seik, and sum tyme haill
Sum tyme full riche, and sum tyme pure
Quharefore my Sone, tak lytle cure
Nother of greit prosperitie
Nor ȝit of greit Miserie
Bot plesand lyfe, and hard mischance
Ponder thame boith in one ballance
Considering none authorite
Ryches, wysedome, nor dignite
Empyre of Realmes, bewtie, nor strenth
May nocht one day, our lyuis lenth
Sen we ar sure, that we moste de
Fair weill all vane felicite.
¶ Greitlie it doith perturbe my mynd
Of dolent deith, the diuers kynd
Thocht deith till euery man resortis
Ȝit strykith he in syndrie sortis
Sum be hait Feueris violence
Sum be contagious Pestilence
[Page]Sum be Iustice executioun
Bene put to deith, without Remissioun
Sum hangit, sum doith lose thare heidis
Sum brynt, sum soddin in to leidis
And sum for thare vnleifsum artis
Ar rent and rewin vpon the ractis
Sum ar dissoluit be poysoun
Sum on the nycht ar murdreist doun
Sum fallis in to frenesie
Sum deis in Hydropisie
And vtheris strange Infirmiteis
Quharem mony ane thousand deis
Quhilk humane Nature dois abhor
As in the Gutt, grauell, and gor
Sum in the flux, and feuer quarrane
Bot ay the hour of deith vncertane
Sum ar dissoluit suddandlie
Be Catharre, or be Apoplexie.
Sum doith distroy thame self also
As Hanniball, and wyse Cato.
Be thounder deith sum dois consume
As he did the thrid king of Rome
Callit Tullus Hostilius,
As wryttis greit Valerius
For he and his houshald atonis
Wer brynt be thounder flesche and bonis.
Sum deis be extreme exces
Of Ioy, as Valerie doith expres
Sum be extreme Melancholie
[Page]Wyll de but vther Maladie.
In Cronicles thow may weill ken
Quhow mony houndreth thousand men
Ar slane, sen first the warld began
In battell, and quhow mony one man
Vpon the see doith lose thare lyues
Quhen schippis vpon roches ryues,
Thocht sum dee Naturallie throuch age.
Far ma deis rauand in one rage,
Happy is he, the quhilk hes space
At his last hour, to cry for grace.
Quhowbeit deith be abhominabill
I thynk it suld be confortabil
Tyll all thame of the faithfull noumer
For thay depart frome cair and coumer
Frome troubyll, trauell, sturt, and stryfe
Tyll Ioy and euerlestand lyfe.
Poli [...]orus Virgilius
To that effect, he writtis thus
In Thrace, quhen ony Chylde be borne
Thare kyn, & freindis, cūmis thame beforne
With dolent Lamentatioun
For the greit tribulatioun
Calamite cummer and cure
That thay in erth ar to indure.
Bot at thare deith and burying
Thay mak greit Ioy and Banketting
That thay haue past frome miserie
To rest and greit felicitie.
¶Sen deith bene finall conclusioun
[Page]Quhat vailis warldlie prouisioun
Quhan wysedome may nocht contramand.
Nor strenth that flour may nocht ganestand.
Ten thousand Mylȝeoun of tresour
May nocht prolong thy lyfe one hour
Efter quhose dolent departing
Thy spreit sall pas but tarying
Straucht way tyll Ioy Inestimabill
Or to strang pane Intolerabill.
Thy vyle corruppit carioun
Sall turne in Putrefactioun
And so remane in poulder small
Vnto the Iugement Generall.

Ane schort Descrip­tioun of the Antechrist.

Courteo.
QVOD I) Father I heir mē say
That thair sal ryse afore y t day
Quhilk ȝe cal general iugemēt
One wickit mā frō sathan sent
And cōtrar to ye law of Christ
Callit the cruell Antechrist
And sum sayis that myscheuous man
Discend sall of the Trybe of Dan
And sulde be borne in Babilone
The quhilk dissaue sall mony one.
[Page]Infidelis sall of euery art
With that fals Propheit tak one part.
And quhow Enoch, and Elias
Sall preche contrair that fais Messias
Bot finallie his fals Doctrine
And he sall be put to rewine
Bot nother be the fyre nor sword
Bot be the vertew of Christis word,
And gyf this be of verite
The suith I pray ȝow schaw to me?
My Sone (said he)
Experien
as wryttis Ihone
Thare sall nocht be one man allone
Hauing that name in speciall
Bot Antechristis in generall
i Ihon [...]
Hes bene, and now ar mony one
And rycht so in the tyme of Ihone
Wer Antechristis, as him self sayis
And presentlie now in thir dayis
Ar rycht mony withouttin dout
Wer thair fals lawis weill soucht out▪
Quha wes one greiter Antechrist
And more contrarious to Christ
Nor the fals Propheit Machomeit
Quhilk his curst Lawis maid so sweit
In Turkie ȝit thay ar obseruit
Quhare throuch the hell he hes deseruit.
All Turkis, Sarazenis, and Iowis
That in the Sone of God nocht trowis
ii. I [...]
Ar Antechristis I the declare
Because to Christ thay ar contrare
Dan. viii
☞ Daniell sayis in in his Propheceis
That efter the greit Monarcheis
Sall ryse ane maruellous potent king
Quhilk with ane schameles face sall ring
Mychtie and wyse in dirk speikingis
And prosper in all plesand thingis
Throuch his falshed and craftines
He sall flow in to welthines
The Godly peple he sall noy
By cruell deith, and thame distroy,
The king of kingis he sall ganestand
ii Thes. ii
Syne be distroyit withouttin hand.
Paule sayis afore the Lordis cumming
That thare salbe one departing
And that man of Iniquitie
Tyll all men he sall oppynuit be
Quhilk sall sit in the holy sait
Contrary God, to mak debait.
Bot that Sone of Perditioun
Salbe put to confusioun
Be power of the holy Spreit
Quhen he his tyme hes done compleit
¶ Beleue nocht that in tyme cumming.
One greiter Antechrist to ring
Nor thare hes bene, and presentlie
Ar now, as Clerkis can espie
Tharefore my wyll is that thow knaw
Qu [...]r euer thay be, that makis one Law
Thocht thay be callit Christin men
By naturall ressoun thow may ken
[Page]Be thay neuer of so greit valour
Pape, Cardinall, King, or Empriour
Extolland thare Traditionis
Abufe Christis Institutionis
Makand Lawis contrar to Christ
He is ane verray Antechrist
And quho doith fortifie or defend
Sic law, I mak it to the kend
Be it Pape, Empriour King or Quene
Greit sorrow sall be on thame Sene
At Christis extreme Iugement
Without that thay in tyme repent,

❧ Ane schorte Re­membrance of the most Terribill Day of the Extreme Iugement. ☞ * ☜

FATHER (said I)
Courteo.
with ȝour Licence
Sen ȝe haue sic Experience
Ȝit one thing at ȝow wald I speir
Quhen sall that dreidfull Day appeir
Quhilk ȝe call Iugement Generall
Quhat thyngis afore that day sall fall
Quhar sall appeir that dreifull Iuge
Or quhow may faltouris get refuge?
(Quod he)
Experien.
as to thy first questioun
I can mak no solutioun
Quharefor perturb nocht thyne intent
[Page]To knaw day, hour, or moment
To God allone, the day bene knawin
Quhilk neuer wes to none Angell schawin
Howbeit be diners coniectouris
And principall Expositouris
Of Daniell, and his Prophecie
And be the sentence of Elie
Quhilkis hes declarit as thay can
How lang it is sen the warld began
And for to schaw, hes done thare cure
How lang thay traist it sall indure
And als quhow mony agis bene
As in thare warkis may be sene.
❧ Bot till declare thir questionis
Thare bene diuers opinionis
Sum wryttaris, hes the warld deuydit
In sex ages (as bene decydit
In to Fasciculus Temporum
And Crenica Cronicarum,
Bot be the sentence of Elie
The warld deuyditis in thre
As cunning Maister Carioun
Hes maid plaine expositioun
Quhow Elie sayis withouttin weir
The warld sall stand sex thousand ȝeir
Of quhome I follow the sentence
And lattis the vther Bukis go hence
Frome the Creatioun of Adam
Two thousand ȝeir till Abraham
[Page]Frome Abraham, be this narratioun
To Christis Incarnatioun,
Rychtso hes bene two thousand ȝeris.
And be thir Prophecyis apperis
Frome Christ, as thay mak tyll vs kend
Two thousand tyll the warldis end.
Of quhilkis ar by gone sickerlie
Fyue thousand, fyue hundreth, thre & fiftie.
And so remanis to cum but weir
Four hundreth, with sewin and fourtie ȝeir.
And than the Lord Omnipotent
Suld cum tyll his greit Iugement
Christ sayis the tyme salbe maid schort
Mathew xxiiii.
As Mathew planelie doith report
That for the warldis Iniquitie
The latter tyme sall schortnit be
For plesour of the chosin nummer
That thay may pas frome cair and cummer.
So be this compt it may be kend
The warld is draw and neir ane end.
For Legionis ar cum but dout
Of Antichristis wer thay soucht out
And mony toknis doith appeir
As efter schortlie thow sall heir
Quhow that sanct Iherome doith indyte
That he hes red in Hebrew wryte
Of fyftene signis in speciall
Afore that Iugement Generall,
Of sum of thame, I tak no cure
[Page]Quhilk I find nocht in the Scripture,
One part of thame thocht I declair
First wyll I to the Scripture fair.
Mar xiii Mathew .xxiiii.
☞Christ sayis, afore that day be done
Thare salbe signis, in Sone and Moue,
The Sone sall hyde his bemis bricht
So that the Mone sall geue no licht
Sterris be mennis Iugement
Sall fall furth of the Firmament
☞Of thir signis or we forther gone
Sum morall sence we wyll expone
As cunning Clerkis hes declairit
And hes the Sone and Mone compairit
The Sonne, to the stait spirituall
The Mone to Princis temporall
Rychtso the sterris thay do compare
To the lawit commoun populare
The Mone and sterris, hes no licht
Bot be reflex of Phebus bricht
So quhen the Sonne of lycht is dirk
The Mone and sterris, mon be mirk
Rychtso quhen Pastouris spiritualis
Popis Bischopis, and Cardinalis
In thair beginning, schew greit licht
The temporall stait, wes rewlit richt.
Bot now allace, it is nocht so
Those schynand Lampis bene ago
Thare Radious bemis ar turnit in reik
For now in erth, no thing thay seik
[Page]Except riches, and Dignitie
Following thare Sensualitie
Mony Prelatis ar now regnand
The quhilkis no more dois vnderstand
Quhat dois pertene to thare office
Nor thow can kendle fyre with Ice.
Wo to Popis I say for me
Quhilk sufferis sic Enormitie
That Ignorant warldlie Creaturis
Suld in the kirk haue ony curis.
No maruell thocht the peple slyde
Quhen thay haue blind men to thare gyde.
For ane Prelate, that can nocht preiche
Nor Goddis law, to the peple teiche,
Esay. lvi
Esay comparith hym in his wark
Tyll ane dum Dog, that can nocht bark.
And Christ hym callis in his greif
Ihne. x.
Most lyk ane murtherer or ane theif
The cunning Doctor Augustine
Wolfis, and Deuillis, doith thame de fyne.
The Canon law doith hym defame
That of ane Prelate beris the name
And wyll nocht preiche the Diuyne Lawis
As the Decreis planely schawis.
Bot those that hes authoritie
To prouyde spirituall Dignitie
Mycht geue thay plesit to tak pane
Gar thame licht all thare Lampis agane.
Bot euer allace, that is nocht done
[Page]So derknit bene boith Sonne and Mone.
War kingis lyuis weill declarit
The quhilkis ar to the Mone comparit
Men micht considder thare estait
Frome Charitie degenerat
I thynk thay suld think mekle schame
Of Christ for to tak thare Surname
Syne leif nocht lyke to Christianis
Bot more lyk Turkis, and to Paganis
Turk contrar Turk makis lytle weir,
Bot Christiane Princis takis no feir
Quhilkis suld agre as brother to brother
Bot now ilk ane dyngis doun ane vther
I knaw no ressonabyll cause quharefore
Except Pryde, Couetyce and vaine glore
The Empriour mouis his Ordinance
Contrair the potent king of France.
And France richtso with greit rigour
Contrair his freind the Empriour
And richt swa France agane Ingland
Ingland also aganis Scotland,
And als the Scottis with all thare micht
Doith f [...]cht for tyll defend thare richt
Betuix thir Realmes of Albione
Quhare Battellis hes bene mony one
Can be maid none Affinitie
Nor ȝit no Consaugunitie
Nor be no way, thay can considder
That thay may haue lang Peice to gidder
[Page]I dreid that weir makis none ending
Tyll thay be baith vnder ane king
Thocht Christ the souerane king of grace
Left in his Tastament lufe and peace,
Our kingis frome weir wyll nocht refrane
Tyll thair be mony ane thousand slane
Greit heirschippis maid be see and land
As all the warld may vnderstand.
Father I thynk that temporall kingis.
Courteo.
May fecht for tyll defend thare ringis
For I haif sene the spirituall stait
Mak weir thare richtis tyll deba [...]t.
I saw Pape Iulius manfullie
Pas to the feild tryumphantlie
With ane rycht aufull Ordinance
Contrair Lowes, the king of France
And for to do hym more despyte
He did his Regioun interdyte.
My Sone (said he)
Experien.
as I suppose
That langis weill tyll our purpose
How Sone and Mone, ar boith denude
Of lycht, as Clerkis doith conclude
Comparing thame, as ȝe hard tell
To spirituall stait, and temporell
And comoun peple half despairit
Quhilk to the sterris bene compairit
Lawit peple follow ay thair heidis
And speciallie in to thare deidis
The most part of Religioun
[Page]Bene turnit in abusioun.
Quhat doith auaill religious weidis
Quhen thay ar contrar in thare deidis
Quhat holynes is thare within
Ane wolf cled in ane wedder skin
So be thir takinnis dois appeir
The day of Iugement drawis neir.
Now lat vs leif this morall sence
Proceiding tyll our purpose hence
And of this mater speik no more
Beginnyng quhare we left afore.
Mathew xxiiii Mar xiii Luk. xxi
The Scripture sayis, efter thir signis
Salbe sene mony maruellous thingis
Than sall ryse tribulationis
In erth, and greit mutationis
Als weill heir vnder as aboue
Quhen vertewis of the heuin sall moue
Sic cruell weir salbe or than
Wes neuer sene sen the warld began
The quhilk sall cause greit Indigence
As derth, hounger, and pestilence
The horribill soundis of the see
The peple sall perturb and flee
Ierome sayis, it sall ryse on hicht
Aboue montanis be mennis sicht
Bot it sall nocht spred ouer the land
Bot lyke ane wall euin straucht vpstand
Syne sattil doun agane so law
That no man sall the watter knaw.
[Page]Greit Quhalis sall rummeis rout and rair
Quhose sound redound sall in the air.
All fische and Monstouris maruellous
Sall cry with soundis odious
That men sall widder on the erd
And weping wary sall thare weird
With lowd allace, and well away
That euer thay baid to se that day
And speciallie those that dwelland be
Apon the costis of the see.
Rychtso as sanct Ierome concludis
Sall be sene ferleis in the fludis
The see with mouing maruellous
Sall birn with flammis furious
Rychtso sall birn fontane and flude
All herb and tree sall sweit lyke blude
Fowlis sall fal furth of the air
Wyld beistis to the plane repair
And in thare maner mak greit mone
Gowland with mony grislie grone.
The bodeis of dede Creaturis
Ezechel. xxxvii.
Appeir sall on thare Sepulturis
Than sall boith men, wemen and barnis
Cum crepand furth of how Cauernis
Quhare thay for dreid wer hid afore
With sich and sab and hartis sore
Wandring about as thay war wode
Effamischit for falt of fude
None may mak vtheris conforting
[Page]Bot dule for dule and Lamenting
Quhat may thay do, bot weip and wounder
Quhen thay se roches schaik in schounder
Throw trimblyng of the erth, and quaiking,
Of sorrow than sall be no slaiking
Quho that bene leuaud in those dayis
May tell of terribill affrayis,
Thare riches, rentis, nor tressour
That tyme sall do thame small plesour
Bot quhen sic wounderis dois appeir
Men may be sure, the day drawis neir
That Iust men pas sall to the glore
Dan. xiii Courteo.
Iniust to paine for euer more.
Father (said I) we daylie reid
One Artikle in to our Creid
Say and that Christ Omnipotent
In to that generall Iugement
Sall Iuge boith dede and quck also
Quharefore declare me or ȝe go
Geue thare sal ony man or wyfe
Experien.
That day be foundin vpon lyfe?
(Quod he) as to that questioun
I sall mak sone solutioun
Mathew xxiiii.
The Scripture planely doith expone
Quhen all takynnis, bene cum and gone
Ȝit mony one hundreth thousand
That samyn day, salbe leuand
Howbeit thare sall no Creature
Nother of day nor hour be sure.
[Page]For Christ sall cum so suddandlie
That no man sall the tyme espye
As it wes in the tyme of Noy
Quhen God did all the warld distroy.
Sum on the feild salbe lauborand,
Sum in the tempillis Mariand,
Sum afore Iugis makand pley
And sum men sailland on the sey.
Those that be on the feild going
Sall nocht returne to thare luging.
Quho bene apon his hous abufe
Sall haue no laser to remufe.
Two salbe in the Myll grinding
Quhilk salbe takin but warning
The one tyll euerlasting glore
The vther lost for euer more.
Two salbe lying in one bed
The one to plesour salbe led
The vther salbe left allone
Greit and with mony grislie grone
And so my Sone thow may weill trow
The warld salbe as it is now
The peple vsing thare besines
As holy Scripture doith expres.
Sen no man knawis the hour nor day
The Scripture biddis vs walk and pray
And for our Syn be penitent
As Christ wald cum Incontinent.

The maner quhow Christ sall cum to his Iugement. ☞ (*) ☜

QUhē al taknis benebrocht till end
thā sal y e sōe of god discēd
Experien.
as fireflaucht hastely glāsing
Discēd sal y e most heuinly kīg
As Phebus in the Orient
Heb. xii.
Lichtnis in haist to Occident
So plesand [...]te, he sall appeir
Luc. xxi.
Amang the heuinlie cluddis cleir
With greit power and Maiestie
Aboue the countre of Iudee
As Clerkis doith concluding haill
Direct aboue the lustie Vaill
Actis. i.
Of Iosaphat, and Mont Oliueit
All Prophesie thare salbe compleit.
Mat. xxv
The Angellis, of the ordouris Nyne
Inueroun sall that Throne Diuyne
With heuinlie consolatioun
Makand hym Ministratioun
In his presence thare salbe borne
The signis of Cros, and Croun of thorne
Pillar, Naillis, Scurgis and Speir
With euerilk thing that did hym deir
The tyme of his grym Passioun
And for our consolatioun
Appeir sall in his handis and feit
[Page]And in his syde, the prent compleit
Of his fyue woundis Precious
Schynand lyke Rubeis Radious,
To Reprobat confusioun,
And for finall conclusioun
He sittand in his Tribunall
With greit power Imperiall
Thare sall ane Angell blaw ane blast
i. Cor. xv. Mathew .xxiiii.
Quhilk sall mak all the warld agast
With hydduous voce, and vehement
Ryse dede folk, cum to Iugement.
With that, all resonabill Creature
That euer wes formit be Nature
Sall suddantlie start vp attonis
Cōionit w t saul, flesche, blude, and bonis.
That terribill Trumpet I heir tell
Beis hard in Heuin, in erth,
Apoc. xx.
and hell
Those that wer drownit in the sey
That bousteous blast thay sall obey
Quhare euer the body buryit was
All salbe foundin in that plas.
Angellis sall pas in the four artis
Mar. xiii
Of erth, and bring thame frome all partis
And with one instant diligence
Present thame to his excellence.
☞Sanct Ierome thocht continuallie
On this Iugement so ardentlie
He said, quhidder I eit or drink
Or walk, or sleip, forsuth me think
[Page]That terribill Trumpet lyke ane bell
So quiklie in myne eir doith knell
As Instantlie it wer present
Ryse dede folk, cum to Iugement
Geue Sanct Ierome tuke sic ane fray
Allace quhat sall we Synnaris say.
All those, quhilk fundin bene on lyfe
Salbe Immortall maid belyfe
i. [...]e. iiii. i. Cor. xv.
And in the twinkling of one Ee
With fyre thay sall translatit be
And neuer for to dee agane
As Diuyne scripture schawis plane
Als reddy boith for pane and glore
As thay quhilk deit lang tyme afore.
The Scripture sayis, thay sall appeir
In age the thre and thretty ȝeir
Quhidder thay deit ȝoung or auld
Quhose greit noumer may nocht be tauld
Mathew xxvi..
That day sall nocht be missit one man
Quhilk borne wes sen the warld began.
The Angell sall thame separait
As Hird the scheip doith frome the Gait,
And those quhilk bene of Belialis band
Trymling apon the erth sall stand
On the left hand, of that greit Iuge
But esperance to get refuge.
i. Tes. iiii
Bot those quhilk bene predestinat
Sall frome the erth be Eleuat
And that most happy cumpanie
[Page]Sall ordourit be triumphantlie
At the rycht hand of Christ our King
Hich in the air, with loud louing.
Full Gloriouslie thare sall compeir
More bricht than Phebus in his spheir
The Virgine Marie, Quene of Quenis
With mony ane thousand bricht Virgenis
The Fatheris of the auld Testament
Quhilk wer to God obedient
Father Adam sall thame conuoy
With Abell, Seth, Enoch, and Noy,
Abraham with his faithful warkis
With all the prudent Patriarkis
Ihone the Baptist thare sall compeir
The Principall, and last Messingeir
Quhilk come bot half ane ȝeir afore
The cummyng of that King of glore
Moyses, Esayas, honourabill
With all trew Prophetis Venerabill.
Dauid, with all the faithfull kingis
Quhilk verteouslie did rewll thair ringis,
The nobyll Chiftane Iosue
With gentill Iudas Machabe,
With mony one nobill Campioun
Quhilk in thare tyme with greit renoun
Manfully till thare lyuis end
The Law of God thay did defend.
With Eue, that day salbe present
The Ladyis of the auld Testament
[Page]Debora, Adamis Douchter deir
With thē four lusty Ladyis cleir
Quhilk kepit wer, in the Ark with Noy
Sara, and Cethura with Ioy
The quhilkis to Abraham wyffis bene
With gude Rebecca thare salbe sene
The prudent wyfis of Israell
Gude Lya, and the fair Rachell
With Iudith, Hester, and Susanna
And the richt sapient Quene Saba.
❧Thare sall compeir Peter and Paull
With Christis trew Discipulis all
Lawrence and Stewin, w t thare blyst band
Of Martyris mo, than ten thousand
Gregore, Ambrose, and Augustyne
With confessouris, ane tryumphand tryne
With Sanct Frances, and Dominick
Sanct Bernard, and sanct Benedick
With small noumer, of Monkis and Freiris
Of Carmelites, and Cordelleiris,
That for the sufe of Christ onelie
Renuncit the warld vnfenȝeitlie.
With Elizabeth and Anna
All gude wyffis sall compeir that day
The blyst and holy Magdalene
That day afore hir Souerane
Rycht plesandlie scho sall present
All Synnaris that wer penitent
[Page]Quhilk of thare gilt heir askit grace
In heuin with hir, sall haue ane place.
¶Bot wo beis to that bailfull band
Quhilk sall stand law at his left hand.
Wo than to Kyngis, and Empriouris
Quhilkis wer vnrichteous Conquerouris
For thare glore, and particular gude
Gart sched so mekle saikles blude.
But Sceptour, Crown, and Rob Royall
That day thay sall mak compt of all
And for thare cruell tirranuie
Sall punyst be perpetuallie.
Ȝe Lordis, and Barronis, more and les
That ȝour pure Tennantis dois oppres
Be gret Gersome, and dowbill maill
More than ȝour landis bene auaill
With sore exorbitant cariage
With mercheitis of thare mariage
Tormentit boith in peace and weir
With burdinnis more than thay may beir
Be thay haue payit, to ȝow thare maill
And to the Preist thare teindis haill
And quhen the land agane is sawin
Quhat restis behynd, I wald wer knawin
I traist thay and thare pure houshauld
May tell of bounger, and of cauld
Without ȝe half of thame piete
I dreid ȝe sall get no Merce
That day, quhen Christ Omnipotent
[Page]Cummis to generall Iugement.
Wo beis to publict Oppressouris
To tirrannis, and to Transgressouris
To Murderaris, and commoun theifis
Quhilk neuer did mend thare gret mischeifis
Fornicatouris, and Ockeraris
Commoun publict Adulteraris
All pertinat wylfull Heretikes
All fals desaitfull Schismatikes
All salbe present in that place
With mony Lamentabill allace.
The cursit Cayn, that neuer wes gude
With all scheddaris of saikles blude
Nemrod, foundar of Babilone
With fals Idolateris mony one.
Ninus the King of Assiria
With gret dule sall compeir that day
Quhilk first Inuentit Imagerie
Quharethrouch come greit Idolatrie
For makyng of the Image Bell
That day his hyre salbe in hell.
The greit Oppressour king Pharoo,
The tyrrane Empriour Nero
Sall with thame cursit king Herode bring
With mony vther cairfull king
The cruell king Antiochus
With the most furious Olofernes
Gret Oppressouris of Israell
That day thare hyre sall be in hell.
With Iudas sall compeir one clan
Of fals Tratouris to God and man.
Thare sall compeir of euery land
With Ponce Pylat one bailfull band
Of temporall and spirituall statis
Fals Iugis, with thare Aduocatis.
Thare sall our Senȝeouris of the Sessioun.
Of all thare faltis mak cleir confessioun
Thare sall be sene, the fraudfull failȝeis
Of Schireffis, Prouestis, and of Bailȝeis
Officialis, with thare Consistorie Clerkis
Sall mak compt of thare wrangous werkis,
Thay and thare peruerst Procuratouris
Oppressouris boith of riche and puris
Throuch Delatouris full of desait
Quhilk mony one gart beg thair meit
Greit dule that day to Iugis bene
That cūmis nocht with thare cōscience clene
That day sall pas be Peremptouris
Without Cautele, or Dilatouris
No Duplicandum, nor Triplicandum
Bot shortly pas to Sentenciandum
Without Continuationis
Or ony Appellationis
That sentence, sall nocht be retraitit
Nor with no man of Law debaitit.
Ȝe Laubouraris be see and landis
Perfite Craftismen, and riche Merchandis
Leue ȝour desait and craftie wylis
[Page]Quhilk sillie simpyll folk begylis
Mak recompence heir, as ȝe may
Remembring on this dreidfull day.
With Machomeit sall compeit but dout
Of Antechristis one hydduous rout
Bischop Annas and Caiphas
With hym in companie sall pas
With Scrybis, and fals Pharisience
Quhilk wrocht on Christ greit violence
With mony one Turk, and Sarracene
With greit sorrowe thare salbe sene,
Paipis for thare traditionis
Contrair Christis Institutionis
With mony one cowll, and clippit crown
Quhilk Christis lawis strampit down
And wald nocht suffer for to preiche
The verite, nor the peple teiche,
But lawit men put to greit torment
Quhilk vsit Christis Testament.
All kingis and Quenis thare salbe kend
The quhilk sic lawis did defend
In that court sall cum mony one
Of the blak byik of Babilone.
The Innocent blude that day sall cry
One loud vengeance full petuously
On those cruell bludie boucheouris
Martyris of Prophetis, and Precheouris,
Sum with the fyre, sum with the sword
Quhilk planely preichit Goddis word
[Page]That day thay sall rewardit be
Conforme to thare Iniquitie
The Sodomitis, and Gomoreance
On quhom God wrocht so gret vengeance
With Core, Dathan, and Abyrone
With thare assistance mony one,
The holy Scripture wyll the tell
Quhow thay sank all doun to the hell
With Symon Magus sall resort
Of proude Preistis, ane schamefull sort.
¶That samyn day, thare salbe sene
Mony one cruell cairfull Quene
Quene Semirame king Ninus wyfe
Ane Tyger full of sturt and stryfe.
To gydder with Quene Iezabell
Quhilk wes couetous and cruell
The fals desaitfuil Dalida
The cruell Quene Clytemnestra
The quhilk did murdreis on the nicht
Agamemnon, boith wyse and wyche
The quhilk wes hir a win souerane Lord
As Greikis storyis doith record
With cruell Quenis mony one
Quhilk langsum wer for till expone.
Ȝe wantoun Ladyis and burges wyfis
That now for sydest taillis stryfis
Flappand the filth, amang ȝour feit
Rasing the dust in to the streit
That day for all ȝour pomp and pryde
[Page]Ȝour taillis sall nocht ȝour hippis hyde
Thir vaniteis, ȝe sall repent
Without that ȝe be penitent.
With Phitonissa, I heir tell
Quhilk raisit the Spirtit of Samuell
That day with hir thare sall resorte
Of rank Wychis ane sorrowfull sorte
Brocht frome all partes mony one myle
Frome Sauoy, Athole, and Argyle
And frome the ryndis of Galloway
With mony wofull wallaway.
Ȝe Brether of Religioun
In tyme leif ȝour abusioun
With quhilk ȝe haue the warld abusit
Or ȝe that day salbe refusit
I speik to ȝow all generallie
Nocht tyll ane Ordour speciallie.
That day all Creature sall ken
Geue ȝe wer Sanctis or warldlie men.
Or geue ȝe tuke the Skapellarie
That ȝe mycht leif more plesandlie
And get ane gude gros Portioun
Or for Godlie Deuotioun
That day ȝour fenȝeit Sanctitudis
Sall nocht be knawin be ȝour hudis
Ȝour Superstitious Ceremoneis
Participant till Idolatreis
Cord, cuttit schone, nor clippit heid
That day, fall stand ȝow in no sleid.
[Page]For Cowllis blak, gray, nor begaird
Ȝe sall that day get no rewaird
Ȝour Polite payntit flattrie
Ȝour Dissimulate Hipocrisie
That day thay salbe cleirlie knawin
Quhen ȝe sall scheir, as ȝe haue sawin.
Tharefore in tyme, be penitent
Or ellis that day ȝe wyll be schent.
¶I pray ȝow hartlie as I may
Remember on that dreidfull day
Ȝe Abbot, Pryor, and Pryores
Considdder quhat ȝe did profes
And quhow that ȝour promotioun
Wes no thing for Deuotioun
Bot tyll obtene the Abbacie
Ȝe maid ȝour Vow of Chastitie
Of Pouertie, and obedience,
Tharefore remord ȝour conscience
Quhow thir thre vowis bene obseruit
And quhat reward ȝe haue deseruit
Quharefore repent, quhill ȝe haue space
Sen God is liberall of his grace
☞Father (quod I)
Courteo.
declare to me
Quhare sall our Prelatis ordourit be
Quhilk now bene in the warld leuand
With quhome sal cum that Spirituall band?
(Quod he)
Experien.
as sanct Barnard discryuis
Without that thay amend thare lyuis
And leif thare wantoun vicious warkis
[Page]Nocht with Prophetis nor Patriarkis
Nocht with Martyris, nor Confessouris
The quhilkꝭ to Christ, wer trew preichouris.
Thare Predecessouris, Peter and Paull
That day wyll thame misken at all
So sall thay nocht, I say for me
With the Apostillis ordourit be
I traist thay sall dwell on the bordour
Of hell, quhare thare salbe none ordour
Endlang the Flude of Phlegeton
Or on the brayis of Acheron
Cryand on Charon, I conclude
To ferrie thame ouer that furious flude
Tyll Eternall confusioun
Without thay leif thare abusioun
I traist those Prelatis, more and les
Sall mak cleir compt of thare ryches
That dreidfull day, with hartis sore
And quhat seruice, thay did thairfore
The Princely pompe, nor apparrall
Of Pope, Bischop, nor Cardinall
Thare Royall rentis, nor dignite
That day sall nocht regardit be
Thare sall no taillis, as I heir say
Of Bischopis, be borne vp that day
Cum thay nocht with thair conscience clene
On thame gret sorrow salbe sene
Without that thay thare lyfe amend
In tymt, and so I mak ane end.

The maner quhow Christ sall geue his Sentence.

QVhen all thir Cōgregationis
Experien.
beis brocht furth frō al natiōs
Quhilk salbe w tout lāg ꝓces
Thocht I haif maid sū lāg digres
For ī y e twinklīg of a Ge
All mankynd sall presentit be
Afore that Kyngis Excellence.
Mat. xxv
Than schortlie sall he geue sentence
First sayand to that blissit band
Quhilk beis ordourit, at his richt hand
Cum with my Fatheris Benisoun
And resaue ȝour possessioun
Quhilk bene for ȝow preordinate
Afore the warld wes first create
Q [...]hen I wes hungre, ȝe me fed
Quhen I wes naikit, ȝe me cled
Oftymes ȝe gaue me herbery
And gaue me drink, quhen I wes dry
And vesyit me, with myndis meik
Quhen I wes presonar and seik
In all sic tribulatioun
Ȝe gaue me consolatioun.
☞Than sall thay say, O Potent King
Quhen saw we the desyre sic thing
[Page]We neuer saw thyne Excellence
Subdewit to sic Indigence?
Ȝis (sall he say) I ȝow assure
Quhen euer ȝe did ressaue the pure
And for my saik, maid thame supple
That gift but dout, ȝe gaif to me
Tharefore sall now begin ȝour glore
Quhilk sall indure for euer more.
☞Than sall he luke on his left hand
And say vnto that bailfull band
Pas with my Maledictioun
Till Eternall Afflictioun
In company with feindis fell
In euerlasting fyre of hell
Quhen I stude naikit at ȝour ȝet
Hungrie, thristie, cauld and wet
Rycht febill, seik, and lyke to de
I neuer gat of ȝow supple
And quhen I lay in presoun strang
For ȝow I mycht haue lyin full lang
Without ȝour Consolatioun
Or ony supportatioun.
¶Trymling for dreid than sall thay say
With mony hydduous harmisay
Allace gude Lorde, quhen saw we the
Subiect to sic necessite?
Quhen saw we thee, cum to our dure
Hungrie, thristie, naikit, pure?
Quhen saw we the in presounly
[Page]Or the refusit herbery?
☞ Than sall that most precellent king
Tyll those wrechis mak answering
That tyme, quhen ȝe refusit the puris
Quhilkis neidfull cryit at ȝour duris
And of ȝour superfluite
For my saik maid thame no supple
Refusand thame, ȝe me refusit
With wretchitnes so ȝe wer abusit:
Tharefor ȝe sall haue to ȝour hyre
The eurelasting birnand fyre.
But grace, but pece, or conforting
Than sall thay cry, full fore w [...]iping
That we wer maid, allace gude Lord
Allace, is thare none Misericord
But thus, withouttin hope of grace
Tyne presence of thy plesand face.
Allace for vs, it had bene gude
We had bene smorit in our cude.
¶Than with one rair, the erth sall ryif
And swollie thame boith man and wyif.
Than sall those Creaturis forlorne
Warie the hour, that thay wer borne,
With, mony ȝamet, ȝewt and ȝell
Frome tyme thay feill the flammis fell
Apon thare tender bodyis byte
Quhose tormēt salbe Infinyte.
The erth sall close, and frome thare sicht
Sall takin be, all kynd of licht
[Page]Thare salbe gowling, and grewing
But hope of ony conforting
In that Inestimabill pane
Eternallie thay sall remane
Birnand in furious flammis reid
Euer deand, bot neuer be deid
That the small Minute of one hour
To thame salbe, so greit dolour
Thay sall think thay haue done remane
Ane thousand ȝeir in to that pane
Allace I trimmill to heir teil
The terribill tormenting of hall
That painfull pit, quho can deplore
Quhilk mon indure for euer more?
Than sall those glorifyit Creaturis
With mirth and infinite plesuris
Conuoyit with Ioy Angelicall
Pas to the heuin Imperiall
With Christ Iesu, our Souerane King
In glore Eternallie to ring
Of man quhilk passis the Ingyne
The thousand part, for tyll defyne
i Pet. iii.
Allanerlie of the leist plesure
Preordinat for one Creature.
Than sall one fyro, as C [...]erkis sane
Mak all the hillis, and valleyis plane
Frome erth, vp to the Heuin Empyre
All beis renewit be that fyre
Purging all thing materiall
[Page]Vnder the heuin Imperiall.
Boith erth, and water, fyre, and air
Salbe more perfyte maid and fair
The quhilkis afore had mixit bene
Sall than be purifyit and maid clene
The erth lyke Christall salbe cleir
And euerilk Planeit in his spheir
Sall rest withouttin more mouing
Boith sterny heuin, and Christalling
The first and hiest heuin mouabill
Sall stand but turning firme and stabill
The Sonne in to the Orient
Sall stand, and in the Occident
Rest sall the Mone, and be more cleir
Nor now bene Phebus in his spheir.
And als that Lantern of the heuin
Sall geue more licht, be greis seuin
Nor it gaue sen the warld began.
The Heuin renewit salbe than,
Rychtso the erth, with sic deuyse
Compair tyll heuinlie Paradyse.
Apo. xxi,
So heuin and erth, salbe all one
As menith the Apostill Ihone
The greit see sall no more appeir
i. Cor. ii.
Bot lyke the Christall pure and cleir
Passing Imaginatioun
Of Man, to mak narratioun
Of glore, quhilk God, haith done prepair
Tyll euery one that cummis thair
[Page]The quhilk with c [...]ris, nor with ene
Of man may nocht be hard norsene
With hart it is vnthinkadill
And with toungis Inpronunciabill
Quhose plesouris salbe so perfyte
Hauing in God, so greit delyte
The space now of ane thousand ȝeir
i Pet. iii.
That tyme sall nocht, ane hour appeir
Quhilk can nocht comprehendit be
Till we that plesand sicht sall se.
i Cor. xii.
Quhē Paule wes reuischit in the spreit
Tyll the thrid Heuin, of glore repleit
He saith, the Secreitis quhilk he saw
Thay wer nocht leifsum for to schaw
To no man on the erth leuand
Quharefor preis nocht till vnderstand
Quhowbeit thare to thow haue desyre
The Secretis of the Heum Empyre
The more men lukis on Phebus bricht
The more febill, salbe thare sicht
Rychtso lat no man set thare cure
To serche the hich Deuyne Nature.
The more men studie, I suppose
Salbe the more frome thare purpose
To knaw, quhareto sulde men Intend
Quhilk Angellis can nocht comprehend
Bot efter this greit Iugement
All thing till vs salbe patent.
Lat vs with Paule, our mynd addres
[Page]He beand full of Heuinlines
Full hunilie, he teichit vs
Nocht for to be to curious
Quhoweit men be of greit Ingyne
To seik the hich Secretis Deuyne
Quhose Iugement ar vnserchebill
His wayis strange and Inuestigabil
Rom. xi.
(That is to say) past out finding
Of quhome no man may find ending.
It sufficis vs for tyll Implore
Greit God, to bring vs to his glore.

Of certane plesuris Of the glorifyit Bodyis.

SEn thare is nōe in erth,
Experie [...]
may cōprehēd
The heuinlie glore, & plesourꝭ infinyte
Quharfor my sone, I pray y e not p̄tend
Ouer far to seik, that mater of delyte
Quhilk passit Naturall resoun till Indyte
That God afore that he the warld creat
Prepairit to thame, quhilk ar predestinat.
All mortall men, salbe maid Immortall
(That is to say) neuer to de agane
Impassibil, and so Celestiall
That fyre nor sword, may do to yaim no pane
[Page]Nor heit, nor cald, nor frost, nor wind, nor rane
Thocht sic thing wer, may do to yaim no deir
Those Creaturis, richt so salbe als cleir.
As flammand Phebus, in his Mansioun
Considder than, giue thare salbe greit licht
Quhen euery one, in to that Regioun
Sall schyne lyke to y e sone, and be als bricht,
Lat vs with Paull desyre to see that sicht
Philip. i.
To be dissoluit, Paull had ane gret desyre
With Christ, to be in tyll the heuin Empyre.
And moreatour, as Clerkis can discryue,
Thare marueilous mirthis, beis incōparabil
Amang the rest, in all thare wyttis fyue
Thay sall haue sensuall plesouris delectabeil
The heuinly sōnd, quhilk salbe Inenarrabill
In thare eitis, continuallie sall ring
And als the sicht of Christ Iesus our King,
In his triumphant Throne Imperiall
With his mother, y e Virgen quene of Quenis
Thare salbe sene, the Court Celestiall
Apostolis Martyris, Confefforis, & Virgenis
Brichter thā Phebus, in his spheir y e schynis
The Patriarkis, and Prophetis, Venerabil
Thare salbe sene, with glore Inestimabill.
And with thare Spirituall Eis salbe sene
That sicht, quhilk bene most superexcelland
[Page]God as he is, and euermore hes bene
Continuallie that sicht contempland.
Augustine sayis, he had leuer tak on hand
To be in Hell, he seing the essence
Of God, nor be in Heuin, but his presence.
☞Quho seis God, in his Diuinitie
He seis in hym, all vther plesand thingis
The quhilk with toung, can not pronuncit be
Quhat plesour bene, to se that king of kingis
The gretest pane, y e damnit folk doun thringꝭ
And to the Deuillis, the most punitioun
It is of God, to want fruitioun.
And mairattouer, thay sall feill sic ane smell.
Surmonting far, y e flewour of erdly flouris
And in thare mouth, ane tatst as I heir tell
Of sweit, and Supernatural Sapouris
Als thay sall se, the heuinlie bricht colouris
Schyning amang those Creaturis Diuyne
Quhilk til discryue, trāscendis mānis ingyne
❧And als thay sall haue sic Agilite.
In one Instant, to pas for thare plesour
Ten thousand mylis, in twinkling of ane Ee
So thare Ioyis, salbe without mesour
Thay sall Reioyis, to se the greit dolour
Of dampnit folk in hell, and thare torment
Because of God, it is the Iuste Iugement.
Subtilite thay sall haue maruellouslie
Supponing that thare wer one wal of bras
One glorifyit body, may rycht haistelie
Out throw that wal, without impedimēt pas
Siclyke as dois the sone beme throw y e glas
As Christ till his Discipulis did appeir
Ihon. xx
All entres clos, and none of thame did steir.
Quhowbeit in heuin, thocht euerilk creature
i. Cor, xv.
Haue nocht alyke felicite nor glore
Ȝit euerilk one sall haue so greit plesure
And so content, thay sall desyre no more
To haue more Ioy, thay sal no way implore
Bot thay salbe all satisfyit and content
Lyke to this rude exempill subsequent.
Take ane crowat, ane pynt stop, & ane quart
One galoun pitchair, ane punsion & ane tun,
Of wyne, or balme, gif euerilk one thair part
And fill thame full, til that thay be ouer run
The litle crowat in comparisoun
Salbe so full, that it may hald no more
Of sic mesuris thocht thair be twenty score.
In to the Tun, or in the Punsioun
So all those veschellis, in one qualite
May hald no more, without thay be ouer run
Ȝit haue thay nocht alyke in quantite
[Page]So be this rude exempill thow may se
Thocht euerilk one, be nocht alike in glore
Ar satisfyit so, that thay desyre no more.
Thocht presenlie be Goddis purwiance
Beistis, foulis, and fischis in the seis
Ar necessar now, for mannis sustinance
With cornis, herbis, flouris, & fruetful treis,
Than sall thare be none sic commoditeis
The erth sall beir no plant, nor beist brutall
Bot as the Heuinnis bricht lyke burall.
Suppone sū be on erth, walkand heir doun.
Or hich abone, quhare euer thay pleis to go
Of God, thay haue ay cleir fruitioun
Boith est or west, vp doun, or to or fro
Clerkis declaris plesouris mony mo
Quhilk dois trāscend al mortal mānis īgyne
The thousand part of those plesouris diuyne
In to the Heuin, thay sall perfytlie knaw
Thare tēder freindis yair fader & yair moder
Thare predecessouris, quhilkꝭ thay nev (er) saw
Thare spousis, barnis, sister, & thair brother
And euerilk one, sall haue sic lufe till vther
Of vtheris glore, and Ioy, thay sall reiose
As of thare a win, as Clerkis doith suppose.
Than salbe sene, that bricht Ierusalem.
Apoc. xxi
Quhilk Ihone saw, in his Reuelatioun
[Page]
Esa. lxvi
We mortall men, allare ar far to blame
That will nocht haue consideratioun
And ane continuall contemplatioun
With hote desyre, to cum vnto that glore
Quhilk plesour sall indure for euer more.
Ro. viii.
O Lord our God, and king Omnipotent
Quhilk knew or y t the heuin, and erth, create
Quho wald to the be inobedient
And so deserue, for to be reprobate
Thow knew the noumer of predestinate
Quhō thou did call, and hes thame Iustifyi [...]
And sall in heuin with the be glorifyit.
Grant vs to be Lord, of that chosin sort
Quhame of thy Mercy Superexcellent
Did purifie, as Scripture doith report
With the blude of that holy Innocent
Iesu, quhilk maid hym self Obedient
Vnto the deith, and steruit on the Rude
Lat vs O Lord, be purgit with that blude.
Ro. viii.
All Creature, that euer God Create
As wryttis Paull, thay wis to se that day
i Cor. xv.
Quhen the Children of God predestinate
Sall do appeir in thare new fresche array
Quhē corruptioun heis clengit clene away
And changit beis, thare mortall qualite
In the greit glore, of Immortalite.
And moreattour, all dede thyngis corporall.
Vnder the Concaue, of the Heuin Empyre
That now to laubour, subiect ar and thrall
Sone, mone, & sterris, erth, water, air, & fyre.
In one maner, thay haue ane hote desyre
Wissing that day, that thay may be at rest
As Erasmus, exponeth Manifest.
We se the gret Globe of the Firmament
Continuallie, in mouing maruellous
The sewin Planetis, contrary thare intent
Ar reft about, with cours, contrarious
The wynd, and sey, with stormes furious
The trou [...]lit air, w t frostis, snaw, and rane,
Onto that day, thay trauell euer in pane.
And all the Angellis, of the Ordouris nyne
Hauand compassioun of our Misereis
Thay wis efter that day, and to that fyne
To se vs fred, frome our Infirmiteis
And clengit frome thir greit Calamiteis
And troublous lyfe, quhilk neuer sal haif end
Vnto that day, I mak it to the kend.

Ane Exhortatioun Geuin be Father Experience, vnto his Sone, the Courteour.

Experien.
My sone now mark weil ī thy memorie
Of yis fals warld y e trublꝰ trāsitorie
quhose dreidfull dayis drawis neir a end
Tharefore call God to be thy adiutorie
And euery day my Sone, Memento mori.
And wat not quhē, nor quhare y t thou sal wēd
Heir to remane, I pray the nocht pretend
And sen thow knawis the tyme is very schort
In Christis blude, set all thy hole confort
Mat. vi.
Be not to muche solyst in temporall thyngis
Sen y u persauis Pape Empriour nor kyngis
In to the erth, haith no place parmanent
Thou seis y e deth, yaim dulfully dōn thringis
And rauis yaim frō yair rent, riches & ringis
Thairfor on Christ confirme thyne hole ītent
And of thy callyng, be richt weill content
Than God, that fedis the foulis of the air
All neidfull thyng for thee, he sall prepair.
Ioh. xiiii
Consydder in thy contemplatioun
Ay sen the warldis first Creatioun
Mankynd hes tholit this misery mortall
Ay tormentit with tribulatioun
With [...]olour, dreid, and defolatioun
Gentiles, and Chosin peple of Israell
To this vnhape, all subiect ar and thrall
Quhilk Misery but dout sall euer indure
Tyl the last day, my Sone thareof be sure.
[Page]That day, as I haue maid Narratioun,
Salbe the day of Consolatioun
Tyll all the Children of the chosin noumer,
Thare endit beis thare desolatioun.
And als I mak the supplicatioun
In erthlie materis, tak the no more cummer.
Dreid not to de, for deith is bot ane slummer.
Leue ane Iust lyfe, and w t ane Ioyous hart,
And of thy gudis tak plesandlie thy part.
Of our talking, now lat vs mak ane end,
Behald quhow Phebus, dounwart dois discend
Cowart his Palice, in the Occident.
Dame Cynthia I se scho dois pretend,
In tyll hir wattrie Regioun tyll ascend,
With vissage paill, vp from the Orient.
The dew now donkis the Rosis redolent.
The Mariguldis, that all day wer reioisie
Of Phebus heit, now craftily ar closit.
The blysfull Birdis bownis to the treis,
And ceissis of thare heuinlie harmoneis.
The Cornecraik in the croft, I heir hir cry,
The Bak, the Howlat, febyll of thare eis,
For thare pastyme, now in the euinning fleis.
The Nichtingaill with myrthfull melody,
Hir naturall notis, peirsit throuch the sky,
Tyll Cynthia, makand hir obseruance,
Quhilk on the nycht dois tak hir dalyance.
I se Poleartick in the north appeir,
And Venus rysing with bemis cleir.
Quharefor my Sone, I hald it tyme to go.
Wald God (said I) ȝe did remane all ȝeir,
That I mycht of ȝour heuinlie Lessonis leir.
Of ȝour departing, I am wounder wo.
Tak pacience (said he) it mon be so.
Perchance I sall returne with diligence
Thus I departit frome Experience.
And sped me home, with hart siching full sore,
And enterit in my quyet Oritore.
I tuke paper, and thare began to wryte
This Miserie, as ȝe haue hard afore.
All gentyll Redaris, hartlie I Implore
For tyll excuse my rurall rude Indyte.
Thocht Phariseis wyl haue at me despyte,
Quhilkꝭ wald not that thair craftines wer kend.
Lat God be Iuge, and so I mak ane end.

☞FINIS.☜ QVOD LYNDESAY. .1568.

The teſtament and Co …

The testament and Complaynt of our Souerane Lordis Pa­pyngo, King Iames the Fift. Lyand sore woundit, and may nocht de, tyll euery man haue hard quhat scho sayis. Quharfor gentyl reda­ris haist ȝow that scho wer out of paine.

¶Compylit be Schir Dauid Lyndesay of the Mont Knicht, Alias, Lyoun King of Armes.

Liuor post fata quiescit.
[depiction of two birds]

THE PROLOG

So thocht I had ingyne, as I haue none,
I wat nocht quhat to wryt be sweit sanct Ihone
(For quhy) in all the garth of Eloquence
Is no thing left, bot barrane stok and stone.
The Polite termes ar pullit euerilk one,
Be thir forenamit Poeitis of prudence
And sen I find, none vther new sentence,
I sall declair, or I depart ȝow fro,
The Complaynt of ane woundit Papingo.
¶ Quharefor, because myne mater bene so rude,
Of sentence, and of Rethorike denude,
To rurall folk, myne dy [...]ing bene directit,
Far flemit frome the sicht of men of gude.
For cunning men, I knaw wyll sone conclude,
It dow no thing, bot for to be deiectit.
And quhen I heir myne mater bene detrectit,
Than sall I sweir, I maid it bot in mowis
To landwart lassis, quhilkꝭ kepith ky & ȝowis.

The complaint of the Papingo.

QVho clymmis to hich, ꝑforce his feit mon faill
Expreme I sall that be Experience,
Geue that ȝow pleis, to heir one pieteous taill,
How one fair Bird be fatall violence
Deuorit wes, and micht mak no d [...]fence
Contrair the deith, so failȝeit Naturall strenth,
As efter I sall schaw ȝow at more lenth.
¶ One Papyngo richt plesand and perfyte,
Presentit was tyll our most nobill King
Of quhom his grace one lang tyme had delyte,
More fair of forme, I wat flew neuer on wing.
This proper bird he gaue in gouerning
To me quhilk wes his simpyll seruiture,
On quhome I nid my diligence and cure.
☞ To lerne hir language Artificiall
To play platfute, and quhissill fute before,
Bot of hir Inclynatioun Naturall
Scho countrafaitit all fowlis les and more
Of hir curage, scho wald without my lore,
Sing lyke the Merle, and craw lyke to the cok,
Pew lyke the Gled, and chant lyke the Lauerok.
¶Bark lyke ane Dog, and kekill lyke ane ka,
Blait lyke ane Hog, and buller lyke ane bull,
Gaill lyke ane goik, and greit quhē scho wes wa [...]
[Page]Clym on ane cord, syne lauch, and play the fule,
Scho micht haue bene ane menstrall agane ȝule,
This blyssit bird wes to me so plesand
Quhare euer I fure, I bure hir on my hand,
And so befell, in tyll ane mirthfull morrow,
In to my garth, I past me to repose,
This bird and I, as we wer wount aforrow,
Amang the flowris fresche, fragrant, & formose.
My vitall spreitis dewlie did reiose
Quhen Phebus rose, and raue the cloudis sabill
Throuch brichtnes of his bemis amyabill.
Without vapour was weill purificate
The temperate air, soft, sober, and serene.
The erth, be Nature so edificate
With holsum herbis, blew, quhyte, reid, & grene,
Quhilk eleuate my spreitis frome the splene
That day Saturne, nor Mars, durst not appeir,
Nor Eole, of his Coue he durst nocht steir.
That day perforce behuffit to be fair,
Be influence, and cours celestiall.
No Planeit preisit for to perturb the air,
For Mercurius, be mouyng naturall
Exaltit wes, in to the throne tryumphall
Of his Mansioun, vnto the fyftene gre
In his awin souerane signe of Virgine.
That day did Phebus plesandlie depart,
Frome Gemini, and enterit in Cancer.
That day Cupido, did extend his dart,
[Page]Venus that day coniunit with Iuppiter.
That day Neptunus, hid hym lyke one sker,
That day dame Nature, with greit besines
Fortherit Flora, to kith hir craftines.
And retrograde wes Mars, in Capricorne,
And Cynthia, in Sagittar asseisit,
That day dame Ceres, goddes of the corne
Full Ioyfullie Iohne Vponland applesit.
The bad espect of Saturne wes appeisit,
That day be Iuno, of Iuppiter the Ioy
Pertuband spreitis causing to hald coy,
The sound of birdis, surmontit all the skyis,
With melodie of notis Musicall,
The balmy droppis of dew Titan vpdryis
Hingand vpon the tender twistis small.
The heuinlie hew, and sound Angelicall,
Sic perfyte plesour, printit in myne hart
That w t greit pyne, from thyne I micht depart.
So still amang those herbis amiabill
I did remane one space, for my pastance.
Bot warldlie plesour, bene so variabill,
Myxit with sorrow, dreid, and Inconstance,
That thare in tyll is no contynuance.
So micht I say, my schort solace allace,
Was dreuin in dolour, in one lytle space
For in that garth, amang those fragrand flouris
Walkyng allone, none bot my bird and I.
[Page]Vnto the tyme, that I had said myne houris,
This Bird I set vpon one branche me by.
Bot scho began to speill richt spedilie,
And in that tre scho did so hich ascend,
That be no way I micht hir apprehend.
Sweit bird (said I) be war mont nocht ouer hie,
Returne in tyme, perchance thy feit may failȝe,
Thow art richt fat, and nocht weill vsit to fle,
The gredie gled, I dreid scho the assailȝe.
I wyll said scho ascend, vailȝe quod vailȝe,
It is my kynd, to clym ay to the hicht
Of fether and bone, I wat weill I am wicht.
¶ So on the hichest lytle tender twist
With wyng displayit, scho sat full wantounlie.
Bot Boreas blew one blast, or euer scho wist,
Quhilk brak the branche ād blew hir suddandlie
Doun to the ground, with mony cairfull crie
Vpon ane sto [...], scho lichtit on hir breist,
The blude ruschit out, and scho cryit for a preist.
God wat gyf than my hart wes wo begone,
To se that fowl flychter amang the flouris,
Quhilk w t greit murning, gan to mak hir mone:
Now cummin ar (said scho) the fatall houris
Of bitter deith, now mon I thole the schouris.
O dame Nature, I pray the of thy grace,
Len me laiser to speik one lytle space,
For to complene my fate Infortunate,
And to dispone my geir or I depart,
Sen of all confort I am desolate
[Page]Allone, except the deith heir with his dart,
With aufull cheir, reddy to pers myne hart
And with that word, scho tuke one passioun,
Syne flatlingis fell, and swappit in to swoun.
With sory hart, persit with compassioun,
And salt teiris, distillyng frome myne Ene,
To heir that birdis lamentatioun,
I did approche, vnder ane Hauthorne grene
Quhare I micht heir, and se, and be vnsene
And quhen this bird had swounit twyse or thryse
Scho gan to speik, saying on this wyse.
O fals Fortune, quhy hes thou me begylit?
This day at morne quho knew this cairfull cace?
Vane hope in the my resoun haith exylit,
Hauyng sic traist in to thy fenȝeit face,
That euer I wes brocht in to the court allace:
Had I in forrest flowin amang my feiris,
I mycht full weill haue leuit mony ȝeiris.
¶ Prudent counsell, allace I did refuse,
Agane resoun, vsing myne appetyte.
Ambitioun did so myne hart abuse,
That Eolus, had me in greit dispyte.
Poeitis, of me haith mater to indyte,
Quhilk clam so hich, and wo is me tharefore,
Nocht douting, that the deith durst me deuore,
This day at morne, my forme and feddrem fair,
Abufe the proude Pacok war precelland
And now one catyue carioun full of tair
[Page]Bathand in blude, doun from my hart distelland
And in myne eir, the bell of deith bene knelland.
O fals warld, fy on thy felicite
Thy Pryde, Auarice, and Immundicite.
In the I se no thing bene permanent,
Of thy schort solace, sorrow is the end,
Thy fals Infortunate giftis bene bot lent,
This day ful proude, the morne no thing to spēd,
O ȝe that doith pretend ay tyll ascend,
My fatall end, haue in rememberance,
And ȝow defend, frome sic vnhappy chance.
Quhydder that I wes strickin in extasie,
Or throuch one stark Imaginatioun,
Bot it appeirit in myne Fantasie,
I hard this dolent lamentatioun.
Thus dullit in to desolatioun,
Me thocht this bird, did breue in hir maneir
Hir counsall to the King, as ȝe sall heir.

The first Epystill of the Papyngo, Directit to king Iames the Fyft.

PRepotent Prence, peirles of pulchritude
Glore, honour, laud, tryumphe and victorie,
Be to thy hich excellent Celsitude
With Martiall deidis, digne of memorie,
Sen Atropos consumit haith my glorie
And dolent deith allace mon vs depart
I leif to the my trew vnfenȝeit hart,
To gidder, with this Cedull subsequent,
[Page]With moist reuerent Reconmendatioun.
I grant thy grace, gettis mony one document
Be famous Fatheris predicatioun,
With mony notabill Naratioun,
Be plesande Poeitis in style Heroicall
Quhow thow sulde gyde thy Sait Imperiall,
Sum doith deplore the greit Calamiteis,
Of diuers Realmes Transmutatioun.
Sum pieteouslie doith treit of Tragedeis,
All for thy graces Informatioun.
So I intend, but adulatioun
In to my barbour rusticall indyte,
Amang the rest, schir, sum thing for to wryte.
Souerane consaue this simpyll similitude,
Of officiaris, seruing thy Senȝeorie.
Quho gydis thame weil gettis of thy grace greit gude.
Quho bene Iniust, degradit ar of glorie
And Cancellat out of thy memorie,
Prouiding syne more plesand in thare place.
Beleue rycht so, sall God do with thy grace.
Considder weill, thow bene bot officiare,
And Wassall, to that king Imcomparabill.
Preis thow to pleis that puissant prince preclare,
Thy riche reward salbe Inestimabill,
Exaltit hich in glore Interminabill
Aboue Archāgellis, Virtues, Potestatis,
Plesandlie placit amang the Principatis.
Of thy vertew, Poeitis perpetuallie,
Sall mak mentioun, vnto the warld be endit,
So thou excers thyne office prudentlie,
In heuin, and erth, thy grace salbe commendit.
Quharefor effeir, that he be nocht offendit,
Quhilk hes exaltit the to sic honour
Of his peple to be one gouernour.
And in the erth, haith maid sic Ordinance,
Vnder thy feit, all thing terrestriall
Ar subiect to thy plesour and pastance,
Boith fowll and fische, and beistis pastorall,
Men to thy seruice, and wemē, thay bene thrall,
Halking, hunting, armes, and leiffull amour,
Preordinat ar be God, for thy plesour.
Maisteris of Musike, to recreate thy spreit,
With dantit voce and plesand Instrument.
Thus thou may be of all plesouris repleit,
So in thyne office thow be deligent,
Bot be thow found sleuthfull, or negligent,
Or Iniust, in thyne Executioun,
Thow sall nocht faill Deuine punitioun.
Quharefor, sen thow hes sic Capacite
To lerne to play so plesandlie, and sing,
Ryde hors, ryn speiris, with greit audacite
Schut with hand bow crosbow and culuering,
Amang the rest (Schir) lerne to be ane king.
Kyith on that craft, thy pregnant fresche ingyne
Grantit to the, be Influence Deuyne.
¶ And sen the Definitioun of ane king,
Is for to haue, of peple gouernance,
[Page]Addres the first, abufe all vther thing,
Tyll put thy body, tyll sic Ordinance,
That thyne vertew, thyn chonour may auance.
For quhow suld Princis gouerne greit regionis
That can not dewly gyde thare awin personis?
And geue thy grace wald leif rycht plesandlie,
Call thy counsall, and cast on thame the cure.
Thare Iust Decreitis defend, and fortifie,
But gude counsall, may no Prince lang indure,
Wyrk with counsall, than sall thy work be sure.
Cheis thy counsale, of the most Sapient,
Without regard, to blude, riches, or rent.
Amang all vther pastyme and plesour,
Now in thy Adolescent ȝeiris ȝing
Wald thow ilk day, studie bot half one hour,
The Regiment of Princelie gouerning,
To thy peple it war ane plesand thing
Thare mycht thou fynd thyne awin vocatioun,
Quhow y u suld vse thy sceptour, swerd & croun.
❧ The Cronikillis to knaw I the Exhort,
Quhilk may be Mirrour to thy Maieste.
Thare sall thow fynd, boith gude & euill report
Of euerilk Prince, efter his qualite.
Thocht thay be dede, thare deidis sall nocht de,
Traist weill thow salbe stylit in that storie
As thow deseruis, put in memorie.
Requeist that Roy, quhilk rent wes on the rude,
The to defend frome deidis of defame,
[Page]That no Poeit report of the bot gude,
For Princes dayis Induris bot ane drame.
Sen first king Fergus bure ane Dyadame,
Thow art the last king, of fyue score and fyue,
And all ar dede, and none bot thow on lyue.
Of quhose number, fiftie and fyue bene slane,
And moist part in thare awin misgouernance.
Quharfor, I the beseik my Souerane,
Considder of thare lyuis the Circumstance.
And quhē thow knawis y e cause of thare mischāce
Of vertew than, exalt thy saillis on hie,
Traisting to chaip that fatall destenie.
Treit ilk trew Barroun, as he war thy brother,
Quhilk mon at neid, the and thy Realme defend.
Quhen suddandlie one doith oppres one vther,
Lat Iustice myxit with mercy thame amend.
Haue thou thair hartis, thou hes yneuch to spēd.
And be the contrair, thow art bot king of bone,
Frō tyme thine heiris hartis bene from the gone.
I haue no laser, for to wryte at lenth.
Myne hole intent, vntyll thyne Excellence,
Decressit so I am in wit, and strenth,
My mortall wound doith me sic violence,
Peple of me may haue Experience.
Because allace, I wes Incounsolabill,
Now mon I de ane Catyue Miserabill.
☞ ✚ ☜

The Secund Epistill of the Papyngo, directit to hir Brether of Court.

BBETHER of court, with mynd precordiall
To the greit God, hartlie I cōmend ȝow,
Imprent my fall, in ȝour memoriall,
To gidder with this E [...]dull that I send ȝow.
To preis ouer hich, I pray ȝow not pretend ȝow,
The vane ascens of court, quho wyll considder,
Quho sittith most hie, sal [...]ind y e sait most slidder.
So ȝe that now, be lansing vp the ledder,
Tak tent in tyme, fest [...]ning ȝour singaris fast.
Quho climmis most hich, most dint hes of y e wedder
And leist defence aganis the bitter blast,
Of fals fortune▪ quhilk takith neuer rest,
Bot most redoutit daylie scho doun thringis,
Not sparing Paipis, Conquerouris, nor Kingis.
Thocht ȝe be montit vp aboue the skyis,
And hes boith King, and court in gouernance,
Sū was als hich, quhilk now richt lawly lyis,
Complanyng sore the courtis variance.
Thare pret [...]rite tyme, may be experience,
Quhilk throw vane hope of court did clym so hie,
Syne wātit wingis, quhē thay wend best to fle.
Sen ilk court bene vntraist and transitorie,
Changing als oft, as weddercok in wind,
Sum mak and glaid and vther sum richt sorie,
Formaist this day, the morne may go behind,
Lat not vane hope of court ȝour resone blind.
Traist weill sum mē, wyl gif ȝow laud as lordis,
Quhilk wald be glaid, to se ȝow hang in cordis,
¶I durst declair the myserabilite,
Of diuers courtis, war not my tyme bene schort
The dreidfull change, vane glore, and vilite
The painfull plesour, as Poeitis doith report
Sum tyme in hope, sum tyme in disconfort,
And how sū mē dois spend thair ȝoutheid haill
In Court, syne endis in the hospytaill.
Quhow sum in court bene quiet counsalouris,
Without regard to commoun weill or kingis,
Casting thare cure for to be Conquerouris.
And quhen thay bene hich raisit in thare ringis.
How change of court yam dulfully doun thringꝭ,
And quhen thay bene frome thair estait deposit
Quhow mony of thare fall bene richt reiosit.
And quhow fond fenȝeit fulis and flatteraris
For small seruice obtenis greit rewardis.
Pandaris, pykthankis custrouis, ād clatteraris,
Loupis vp frō laddis, syne lichtis amang lardis,
Blasphemarouris, beggaris, & cōmoun bairdis,
Sum tyme in Court hes more auctorite,
Nor deuote Doctouris in Diuinite.
Quhow in sum chuntre bene barnis of Beliall.
Full of dissimulit payntit flatterie,
Prouocand be Intoxicat counsall
Princis till huredome, and till hasardrie,
Quho dois in Princis prent sic harlotrie
I say for me sic pert prouocatouris
Suld punischet be abufe all strang tratouris.
Quhat trauers, troubill and Calamite?
Haith bene in court, within thir houndreth ȝeiris
Quhat mortal changis, and quhat miserie?
Quhat nobil men, bene brocht vpon thair heiris,
Traist weill my freindis, follow ȝe mō ȝour feiris
So sen in Court bene uo tranquillite
Set nocht on it ȝour hole felicite,
The court changis sumtyme with sic outrage,
That few or none, may makin refistence
And spairis not the Prince, more than the page,
As weill apperith be Experience:
The Duke of Rothesay, micht mak no defence,
Quhilk wes pertenand Roy of this regioun
Bot dulefully deuorit in presoun.
Quhat dreid quhat dolour, had that nobil king
Robert the thrid, from tyme he knew the cace
Of his two Sonnis dolent departing?
Prince Dauid deid, and Iames captyne allace,
Till trew Scottis mē quhilk wes a cairful cace.
Thus may ȝe knaw, the court bene variand,
Quhē blude royal, the change may not ganestād.
Quho rang in court, more hie and tryumphand,
Nor Duke Murdok, quhil that his day [...]ourit?
Was he nocht greit Protectour of Scotland?
Ȝit of the court, he was nocht weil assurit.
It changit so, his lang seruice was smurit,
He and his Sone, fair Walter but remeid
Forfaltit war, and put to dulefull deid.
King Iames the first, the patroun of prudence,
Gem of Ingyne, and perll of policie
Well of Iustice, and flude of Eloquence
Quhose vertew doith transcend my fantasie,
For tyll discryue, ȝit quhen he stude most hie,
Be fals Exorbitant conspiratioun
That prudent Prince, wes pieteouslie put doun.
Als Iames the secund, Roy of greit renonn,
Beand in his superexcellent glore
Throuch rakles schuting of ane greit cannoun
The dolent deith, allace did hym deuore.
One thing thare bene, of quhilk I meruell more.
That Fortune had, at hym sic mortall feid
Throuch fiftie thousand, to wail hym be the heid.
My hart is perst with panis for to pance,
Or wryte that Courtis variatioun
Of Iames the thrid, quhen he had gouernance,
The dolour, dreid, and desolatioun,
The change of Court, and conspiratioun,
And quhow that Cochrane with his companie,
That tyme in Court clam so presumpteouslie.
It had bene gude, thai bernes had bene vnborne
Be quhome that nobill Prince wes so abusit.
Thay grew as did the weid abufe the corne,
That prudent Lordis counsall wes refusit,
And held hym quiet, as he had bene inclusit.
Allace that Prince, be thare abusioun
Was finallie brocht to confusioun.
Thay clam so hich, and gat sic audience,
And with thare Prince, grew so familiar,
His Germane brother, micht get no presence,
The Duke of Albanie, nor the Erle of Mar,
Lyke baneist men, was haldin at the bar,
Tyll in the King, thare grew sic mortall feid,
He flemit the Duke, and pat the Erle to deid.
Thus Cochrane, with his catyue companie
Forsit thame to fle, bot ȝit thay wantit fedderis
Abuse the hich Cederis of Libanie,
Thay clam so hie, til thay lap ouir thair ledderis,
On Lawder brig, syne kaippit wer in tedderis,
Stranglit to deith, thay gat none vther grace,
Thair king captiue, quhilk wes ane cairful cace,
Tyll put in forme, that fait Infortunate,
And mortall change, perturbith myne ingyne.
My wit bene waik, my fyngeris fatigate,
To dyte, or wryte, the rancour and rewyne
The Ciuill weir, the battell Intestyne,
How that the Sone, with baner braid displayit
Agane the Father, in Battell cum arrayit.
Wald God y e prince had bene that day confortit
With Sapience of the prudent Salomon,
And w t ye strenth of strang Sampson supportit.
With the bauld Oist of greit Agamemnon.
Quhat suld I wis, remedie wes thare none
At morne ane king, w t sceptour swerd and croun.
At ewin, ane deid deformit carioun.
Allace quhare bene, that richt redoutit Roy,
That potent prince, gentill king Iames y e feird
I pray to Christ, his Saule for to conuey,
Ane greiter nobill, tang nocht in to the end.
O Atropus, warie we may thy weird
For he wes Mirrour of humilite
Lode sterne, and lamp of liberalitie.
During his tyme, so Iustice did preuaill,
The Sauage Iles, trymblit for terrour.
Eskdale, Euisdale, Liddissdaill, and Anuandaill
Durst nocht rebell, douting his dyntis dour,
And of his Lordis, had sic perfyte fauour
So for to schaw, that he effe [...] it no fene
Out throuch his realme, he wald tyde him alone.
And of his court, throuch Europe sprāg y e fame.
Of lustie Lordis, and lufesum Ladyis ȝing,
Tryumphand tornayis iusting & knichtly game,
With all pastyme, according for ane king.
He wes the glore, of Princelie gouerning
Quhilk throuch the ardent lufe he had to France
Agane Ingland, did moue his Ordinance.
Of Floddoun feild, the rewyne to reuolue,
Or that most dolent day for tyll deplore,
I nyll for dreid, that dolour ȝow dissolue,
Schaw how that prince in his tryumphād glore
Destroyit was, quhat nedith proces more,
Nocht be the vertew of Inglis ordinance,
Bot be his a win wilfull misgouernance.
Allace that day, had he bene counsalabill
He had obtenit laud, glore, and victorie.
Quhose picreous proces, bene so lamentabill,
I nyll at lenth, it put in memorie.
I neuer red, in Tragedie nor storie,
At one Iornay, so mony Nobillis slane
For the defence, and lufe of thare Souerane.
Now brether mark, in ȝour remembrance,
Ane Mirrour of those mutabiliteis.
So may ȝe knaw, the Courtis inconstance,
Quhen princis bene thus pullit frome thare seis.
Efter quhose deith, quhat strange aduersiteis,
Quhat greit misrewll, in to this Regioun rang
Quhē our ȝong prince could nother spek nor gāg
During his tender ȝouth, & innocence,
Quhat stouth, quhat reif, quhat murthur & mischāce?
Thair wes not ellis bot wraking of vengeance,
In to that Court thare rang sic variance.
Diuers rewlaris, maid diuers ordināce.
Sum tyme our Qeuene, rang in auctoritie,
Sum tyme the prudent Duke of Albanie.
Sum tyme the realme, was reulit be Regentis,
Sum tyme Lufetenentis, le. daris of the law.
Than rang so mony Iobedientis,
That few or none, stude of ane vther aw
Oppressioun did so lowd his Bugill blaw,
That none durst ryde, bot in to feir of weir,
Iok vp onland, that tyme did mys his meir.
Quho was more hich, in honour eleuate,
Nor was Margarete, our hich & michtie princes?
Sic power, was to hic appropriate
Of king, and realme scho wes gouernores.
Ȝit come one change, within ane schort proces,
That perle preclare, that lusty plesand quene,
Lang tyme durst nocht in to the court be sene.
The Archebischop of sāctādres Iames Betoun,
Chancellare, and prima ein po [...] et Pastorall
Clam nyxt the king, most hich in this regioun,
The ledder schuke, he lap and gat one fall,
Auctorite, nor power spirituall,
Riches, freindschip, micht not that tyme preuail,
Quhen dame Curia began to steir hir taill.
His hich prudence aualit hym nocht ane myte,
That tyme the court bair hym sic mortall feid,
As presoneir, thay keipt hym in despyte,
And sum tyme wist not, quhare to hyde his heid.
Bot disagysit, lyke Ihone the raif he ȝeid.
Had nocht bene hope bair hym sic companie,
He had bene stranglit, be melancholie.
Quhat cummer & cair, wes in the court of france,
Quhen king Francis, was takin presoneir?
The Duke of Burboun, amyd his Ordinance
Deid at ane straik, rycht bailfull brocht on beir?
The court of Rome, that tyme ran all areir,
Quhē Pape Clement, was put in strang presoun
The nobill Citie, put to confusioun.
In Ingland, quho had greiter gouernance,
Nor thare tryumphand courtly Cardinall,
The commoun weill, sum sayis he did auance
Be Equall Iustice, boith to greit and small,
Thare wes no Prelate, to hym peregall.
Inglismen sayis, had he roung langer space,
He had deposit Sanct Peter of his place.
¶His princely pompe, nor Papale grauite,
His palice royall, riche, and radious,
Nor ȝit the flude of Superfluite
Of his riches, nor trauell tedious,
Frome tyme dame Curia, held hym odious
Aualit hym nocht, nor prudence most profound,
The ledder brak, and he fell to the ground.
Quhare bene the douchtie Erlis of Dowglas
Quhilkis royallie, in to this regioun rang?
Forfalt and slane, quhat nedith more proces?
The erle of Marche, wes merschellit yaim amāg,
Dame Curia thame dulfullie doun thrang.
And now of lait, quho clam more hich amang vs
Nor did Archebald vmquyle the Erle of Angus.
Quho with his Prince wes more familiar,
Nor of his grace, had more auctorite?
Was he nocht greit Wardane, and Chancellar?
Ȝit quhen he stude vpon the hichest gre
Traisting no thing, dot perpetuite,
Was suddanlie deposit frome his place,
Forfalt and flemit, he gat none vther grace.
Quharefor traist nocht in tyll auctorite
My deir brether I pray ȝow hartfullie,
Presume uocht in ȝour vane prosperite,
Conforme ȝour traist, in God alluterlie,
Sync serue ȝour Prince, with enteir hart trewlie.
And quhen ȝe se the Court, bene at the best,
I counsall ȝow, than draw ȝow to ȝour rest.
Quhare bene, the hich tryūphant court of Troy?
Or Alexander, with his twelf prudent peiris,
Or Iulius, that richt redoutit Roy?
Agamemnon, most worthy in his weiris?
To schaw thare fyne, my frayit hart affeiris:
Sum murdrest war, sum poysouit preteouslie
Thare cairfull courtis dispersit dulefullie.
Traist weill thare is no constant court bot one,
Quhare Christ bene king, quhose tyme īterminabill
And hich triūphant glore beis nev (er) gone.
That quiet court mirthfull and Immutabill,
But variance standith ay ferme and stabill.
Dissimulance, flatirie, nor fals report,
In to that Court, sall neuer get resort.
Traist weill my freindis, this is no fenȝeit fair,
For quho that bene, in the extreme of deid
The verite but dout, thay suld declair,
Without regarde, to fauour or to feid,
Quhill ȝe haue tyme, deir brether mak remeid,
Adew for euer, of me ȝe get no more,
Beseikand God, to bring ȝow to his glore.
Adew Edinburgh, thow hich tryūphant toun
Withī quhose boundis, richt blythful haif I bene
Of trew Merchandis, the rute of this regioun,
Most reddy to resaue, court, King and Quene,
Thy policie, and Iustice, may be sene,
War deuotioun, wysedome, and honeste,
And credence tynt, thay mycht be found in the,
Adew fair Snawdoun, with thy touris hie
Thy Chapell royall, Park, and tabill round,
May, Iune, and Iuly, wald I dwell in the,
War I one man, to heir the birdis sound,
Quhilk doith agane, thy royall roche redound.
[...]ew Lythquo, quhose palice of plesance,
Mycht be one patrone, in Portugall or France.
☞ Fair weill Falkland, the Fortres of Fyfe,
Thy polite Park, vnder the lowmound law,
Sum tyme in the, I led ane lustie lyfe,
The fallow Deir, to se thame raik on raw,
Court men to cum to the, thay stand greit aw,
Sayand thy burgh, bene of all burrowis vaill,
Because in the, thay neuer gat gude aill.

The Commouning betuix the Papingo, And hir holy Executouris.

THE Pye persauit the Papingo in pane,
He lichtit doun and fenȝeit him to greit.
Sister (said he) alace quho hes ȝou slane,
I pray ȝow mak ꝓuisioun for ȝour spreit
Dispone ȝour geir, and ȝow confes compleit,
[Page]I haue power be ȝour contritioun,
Of all ȝour mys, to geue ȝow full remissioun.
I am (said he) one Channoun regulair,
And of my brether Pryour principall.
My quhyte Rocket, my clene lyfe doith declair,
The blak bene of the deith memoriall.
Quharefor, I think ȝour [...]uddis naturall,
Sulde be submittit hole in to my cure.
Ȝe knaw I am ane holy Creature.
The Rauin come rolpand, quhē he hard the rair,
So did the Gled, with mony pieteous pew,
And fenȝeitlie thay contrafait greit cair.
Sister (said thay) ȝour raklesnes we rew,
Now best it is, our Iust counsall ensew,
Sen wo pretend to hich promotioun,
Religious men, of greit deuotioun.
I am ane blak Monk, said the ruttilland rauin,
So said the gled, I am ane holy freir,
And hes power to bring ȝow quick to heuin,
It is weill knawin, my conscience bene ful cleir,
The blak Bybill, pronunce I sall perqueir
So tyll our brether, ȝe wyll geue sum gude,
God wat geue we haif neid of lyues fude.
The Papingo said, father be the rude,
Howbeit ȝour rayment be religious lyke,
Ȝour conscience, I suspect be nocht gude,
I did persaue, quhen priuelie ȝe did pyke
Ane chekin frome ane hen, vnder ane dyke
[Page]I grant (said he) that hen was my gude freind,
And I that chekin tuke, bot for my teind,
Ȝe knaw the faith be vs mon be susteind,
So be the Pope, it is preordinate,
That spirituall mē, suld leue vpon thare teind,
Bot weill wat I, ȝe bene predestinate
In ȝour extremis to be so fortunate,
To haue sic holy consultatioun,
Quharefore, we mak ȝow exhortatioun,
Sen dame Nature hes grantit ȝow sic grace,
Laiser to mak confessioun generall,
Schaw furth ȝour syn ī haist, quhill ȝe haif space
Syne of ȝour geir, mak one memoriall.
We thre sall mak ȝour feistis funerall,
And with greit blis, burie we sall ȝour bonis,
Syne Trentalis twentie, trattill all at onis,
The rukkis sall rair, that mē sall on thame rew,
And cry, Commemoratio Animarum.
We sall gar chekinnis cheip, and gaislingis pew
Suppose the geis and hennis, suld cry alarum,
And we sall serue, Secundum Vsum Sarum.
And mak ȝow saif, we find sanct Blase to broch,
Cry and for ȝow, the cairfull corrinoch.
And we sall sing, about ȝour Sepulture,
Sanct Mongois matynis, and the mekle Creid,
And syne deuotelie say, I ȝow assure,
The auld Placebo bakwart, and the beid,
And we sall weir for ȝow the murnyng weid,
[Page]And thocht ȝour spreit, with Pluto war profest,
Deuotelie sall ȝour Dirige be drest.
Father (said scho) ȝour facund wordis fair,
Full sore I dreid, be contrair to ȝour deidis.
The wyffis of the village, cryis with cair,
Quhē yat ꝑsaue ȝou maw ouirthort thare medis.
Ȝour fals consait, boith duke & draik sore dredis,
I maruell suithlie, ȝe de nocht eschamit
For ȝour defaltis, beyng so defamit.
It dois abhor, my pure perturbit spreit
Tyll mak to ȝow ony confessioun.
I heir men say, ȝe bene one Hypocreit,
Exemptit frome the senȝe and sessioun.
To put my geir in ȝour possessioun,
That wyll I nocht, so help me dame Nature,
Nor of my corps, I wyll ȝow geue no cure.
Bot had I heir, the nobill Nichtingall,
The gentyll Ia, the Merle, and Turtur trew.
My Obsequies, and feiftis funerall
Ordour thay wald, with notis of the new
The plesand pown, most angellyk of hew,
Wald God I war, this day with hym confest
And my deuyse, dewlie be hym addrest,
The mirthfull Maueis, w t the gay Goldspink,
The lustie larke, wald God thay war present,
My Infortune, forsuith thay wald forthink,
And conforte me, that bene so Impotent.
The swift Swallow, in practik most prudent,
[Page]I wat scho wald, my bleiding stem belyue,
With hir most verteous stone restringityue.
Compt me the cace, vnder confessioun,
The Gled said, proudlie to the Papingo,
And we sall sweir be our professioun
Counsall to keip, and schaw it to no mo.
We the beseik, or thow depart vs fro
Declare to vs, sum causis resonabill,
Quhy, we bene haldin so abhominabill.
☞Be thy trauell, thow hes Experience.
First beand bred, in to the Orient,
Syne be thy gude seruice, and diligence,
To Princis maid, heir in the Occident.
Thow knawis the vulgar pepillis Iugement,
Quhare thow transcurrit the hote Meridional
Syne nixt the Poill, the plaig Septentrionall.
So be thyne hich ingyne superlatyue,
Of all countreis, thow knawis the qualiteis.
Quharefore, I the conture be God of lyue,
The veritie declare withouttin leis,
Quhat thow hes hard, belandis or be seis,
Of vs kirkman, boith gude and euill report,
And quhow thay Iuge, schaw vs we the exhort.
Father (said scho) I Catyue Creature,
Dar nocht presume, with sic mater to mell,
Of ȝour cares, ȝe knaw I haue no cure,
Demand thame quhilk in prudence doith precell,
I may nocht pew, my panes bene so fell.
[Page]And als perchance, ȝe will nocht stand content,
To knaw, the vulgare pepillis Iugement
Ȝit will the deith, alyte withdraw his dart,
All thay lyis in my memoriall
I sall declare, with trew vnfenȝeit hart.
And first I say, to ȝow in generall,
The commoun peple sayith, ȝe bene all
Degenerit frome ȝour holy Primityuis,
As testifyis the proces of ȝour lyuis.
Of ȝour peirles prudent predecessouris,
The beginnyng, I grant wes verray gude.
Apostolis, Martyris, Virginis, Confessouris,
The sound of thare excellent Sanctitude
Was hard ouer all the warld be land and flude,
Planting the faith, be Predicatioun.
As Christ had maid to thame Narratioun,
To fortifie the faith thay tuke no feir,
Afore Princis, precheing full prudentlie,
Of dolorous deith, thay doutit nocht the deir,
The veritie declaring feruentlie,
And Martyrdome thay sufferit pacientlie.
Thay tuke no cure of land, riches nor rent,
Doctryne and deid, war boith equiualent.
To schaw at lenth, thair workis wer greit wounder,
Thare myracklis, thay wer so manifest.
In name of Christ, thay haillit mony hounder,
Rasing the deid, and purging the possest
With peruerst spreitis, quhilkꝭ had bene opprest
[Page]The crukit ran, the blind men gat thare Ene.
The deif men hard, the lipper war maid clene.
¶The Prelatis spousit wer, with pouerte,
Those dayis, quhen so thay flurischit in fame,
And with hir, generit Lady Chaistite.
And dame Deuotioun, notable of Name.
Humill thay war, simple, and full of schame.
Thus Chaistite, and dame Deuotioun
War principall cause, of thare promotioun.
Thus thay contynewit, in this lyfe deuyne,
Ay tyll thare rang, in Romes greit Ciete,
Ane potent Prince, was namit Constantyne,
Persauit the Kirk, had spousit pouerte,
With gude intent, and mouit of piete,
Cause of Diuorce, he fand betuix thame two,
And partit thame, withouttin wordis mo.
Syne schortlie with ane greit solemynite,
Withouttin ony Despensatioun,
The kirk he spousit, with dame Properte,
Quhilk haistelie be proclamatioun,
To pouerte gart mak Narratioun,
Vnder the pane of persing hir ene,
That with the kirk, scho suld no more be sene.
Sanct Siluester, that tyme rang Pope in Rome
Quhilk first consent to the Mariage
Of properte, the quhilk began to blome
Taking on hir, the cure with hich curage.
Deuotioun drew hir till one Heremitage,
[Page]Quhen scho considerit lady Properte
So hich exaltit in to Dignite.
O Syluester, quhare was thy discretioun,
Quhilk Peter did renunce, thow did resaue?
Androw, and Ihone, did leif thare possessioun,
Thair schippis, & nettis, lynis, and al the iaue,
Of tēporall substance, no thing wald thay haue,
Contrarious to thare contemplatioun
Bot soberlie thare sustentatioun.
Ihone the Baptist, went to the wildernes,
Lazarus, Martha, and marie Magdalane
Left veritage, and gudis more and les.
Prudent sanct Paule, thocht properte prophane,
From toun, to toun, he ran in wynd and rane,
Vpon his feit, teching the word of grace,
And neuer was subiectit to riches.
The gled said, ȝit I heir no thing bot gude,
Proceid schortlie, and thy mater auance.
The Papyngo said, father be the rude,
It wer to lang, to schaw the circumstance,
Quhow properte, with hir new alliance,
Grew greit with child, as trew men to me tald,
And bure two dochteris gudlie to behald,
The eldest douchter, named was riches,
The secund Sister, Sensualite,
Quhilkꝭ did incres, within one schort proces,
Preplesand to the Spiritualite,
In greit substance, and excellent bewte.
Thir Ladyis two, grew so within few ȝeris,
That in the warld, war nō micht be thare peris.
This royall Riches, and Ladie Sensuall,
From that tyme furth, tuke hole the gouernance
Of the most part, of the stait spirituall.
And thay agane, with humill obseruance,
Amorouslie thare wittis did auance,
As trew luffaris, thare Ladyis for to pleis,
God wat geue than, thare hartis war at Eis.
Sone thay forȝet, to studie pray and preiche,
Thay grew so subiect, to dame Sensuall,
And thocht bot pane, pure peple for to teiche,
Ȝit thay decretit, in thare greit counsall,
Thay wald no more, to Mariage be thrall,
Traisting surely, till obserue Chaistite,
And all begylit, quod Sensualite.
Apperandlie, thay did expell thare Wyffis,
That thay mycht leif at large, without thirlage,
At libertie to leid thare lustie lyffis,
Thinkand men thrall, that bene in mariage
For new faicis, prouokis new curage.
Thus Chaistite thay turne in to delyte,
Wantyng of Wyffis, bene cause of appetyte,
Dame Chaistite did steill away for schame
Frome tyme scho did persaue thare prouiance,
Dame Sensuall, one letter gart proclame
And hir exylit Italie, and France.
In Ingland, couth scho get none Ordinance
Than to the King, and Court of Scotland
Scho markit hir, withouttin more demand.
Traisting in to that court to get confort.
Scho maid hir humill supplicatioun.
Schortlie thay said, scho suld get na support,
Bot bostit hir with blasphematioun,
To Preistis go mak ȝour protestatioun.
It is said thay, mony one houndreth ȝeir
Sen Chaistite, had ony entres heir.
Tyrit for trauell, scho to the preistis past,
And to the rewlaris of Religioun.
Of hir presence, schortlie thay war agast,
Sayand thay thocht, it bot abusioun
Hir to resaue, so with conclusioun,
With one auyce, decretit and gaue dome,
Thay wald resset no Rebell out of Rome.
Suld we resaue, that Romanis hes refusit
And banist Ingland, Italie, and France,
For ȝour flattrie, than wer we weill abusit
Pas hyne said thay and fast ȝour way auance,
Amang the Nonnis, go seik ȝour ordinance,
For we haue maid aith of fidelite
To dame Riches, and Sensualite.
Than pacientlie, scho maid progressioun,
Toward the Nonnis, with hart siching ful so [...]e.
Thay gaue hir presence, with processioun,
Resauand hir, with honour, laud, and glore,
Purposing, to preserue hir euer more.
Of that nouellis come to dame Properte,
To Ryches, and to Sensualite.
Quhilkis sped thame at the post richt spedilie,
[Page]And set ane sege, proudlie about the place.
The sillie Nonnis, did ȝeild thame haistelie,
And humillie of that gilt askit grace,
Syne gaue thare bandis of perpetuall pace.
Resauand thame, thay kest vp wykketꝭ wyde,
Than Chaistite, thare no langer wald abyde.
So for refuge, fast to the freiris scho fled,
Quhilkis said, thay wald of ladyis tak no cure.
Quhar bene scho now, than said the gredie gled?
Nocht amang ȝow, said scho I ȝow assure.
I traist scho bene, vpon the borrow mure,
Besouth Edinbugh, and that richt mony menis
Prof estamang the Sisteris of the Senis.
Thair hes scho fund hir mother Pouerte,
And Deuotioun, hir a win sister carnall.
Thair hes scho fund, faith, hope and cherite,
Togidder with the vertues Cardinall.
Thair hes scho fund, ane Conuent ȝit vnthrall
To dame Sensuall, nor with riches abusit.
So quietlie, those ladyis bene Inclusit.
The Pyot said, I dreid be thay assailȝeit,
Thay rander thame, as did the holy Nonnis.
Dout nocht (said scho) for thay bene so artailȝeit,
Thay purpose to defend thame w t thair gunnis,
Reddy to schute, thay haue sex greit Cannonnis,
Perseuerance, Constance, and Conscience,
Austerite, Laubour, and Abstinence.
¶ To resist subtell Sensualite,
[Page]Strongly thay bene, enarmit feit and handis,
Be abstinence, and keipit pouerte,
Contrair ryches, and all hir fals seruandis.
Thay haue ane Bumbard, braissit vp in bandis,
To keip thair port, in iniddis of thare clois,
Quhilk is callit, Domine custodi nos.
Within quhose schot thair dar no Enemeis
Approche thare place, for dreid of dyntis dour,
Boich nicht and day, thay wirk lyke besie beis,
For thare defence, reddie to stand in stour,
And hes sic watchis, on thare vtter tour,
That dame Sensuall, with seige dar not assailȝe
Nor cum within, the schot of thare artailȝe.
The Pyot said, quhareto sulde thay presume.
For to resyste, sweit Sensualite,
Or dame riches, quhilkꝭ reularis bene in Rome,
Ar thay more constant, in thare qualite,
Nor the princis of Spiritualite,
Quhilkis plesandlie withouttin obstaikle
Haith thame resauit, in thare habitakle.
Quhow lang traist ȝe, those ladyis sall remane
So solytar, in sic perfectioun?
The Papingo said, brother in certane
So lang as thay obey correctioun,
Cheising thare heidis be electioun,
Vnthrall to riches, or to pouerte,
Bot as requyrith thare necessite.
O prudent prelatis, quhare was ȝour prescience,
That tuke on hand, tyll obserue Chastitie,
[Page]But austeir lyfe, laubour, and abstinence?
[...] ȝe nocht, the greit prosperite
App [...]ndlie, to cum of properte.
Ȝe knaw greit cheir, greit eis and Idilnes,
To Lecherie, was mother and maisties.
Thow rauis vnrockit, the rauin said be the rude
So to reproue, riches, or properte.
Abraham, and Isaac, war riche and veray gude
Iacob, and Ioseph, had prosperite.
The Papingo said, that is verite.
Riches I grant, is nocht to be refusit,
Prouiding alwayis, that it be nocht abusit.
Than said the Rauin, one replicatioun,
Syne said thy reson is nocht worth ane myte.
As I sall preue, with protestatioun
That no man tak, my wordis in despyte,
I say, the temporall Princis hes the wy [...]e
That in the kirk, sic Pastouris dois prouyde,
To gouerne saulis, y u not thame selfis can gyde.
Lang tyme efter the kirk tuke properte
The Prelatis leuit in greit perfectioun,
Vnthrall to riches, or Sensualite
Vnder the holy Spreitis protectioun,
Orderlie chosin be electioun.
As Gregore, Ierome, Ambrose, and Augustyne,
Benedict, Bernard, Clement, Cleit, and Lyne.
Sic pacient Prelatis, enterit be the port
Plesand the peple be predicatioun.
[Page]Now dyke lowparis, dois in the kirk resort
Be Symonie, and supplicatioun
Of Princis be thare presentatioun.
So sillie Saulis, that bene Christis scheip
Ar geuin to hungrie gormand wolfis to keip.
No maruell is, thocht we Religious men
Degenerit be, and in our lyfe confusit.
Bot sing, and drink, none vther craft we ken,
Our spirituall Fatheris, hes vs so abusit
Agane our wyll, those trukouris bene intrusit.
Lawit men hes now, religious men in curis
Profest Virginis, in keiping of strong huris.
Princis, princis quhair bene ȝour hich prudens,
In dispositioun of ȝour Beneficeis?
The guerdonyng of ȝour Courticiens,
Is sum cause of thir greit Enormiteis,
Thare is one sort, waitand lyke hungrie fleis.
For spirituall cure, thocht thay be no thing abill,
Quhose gredie thristis bene Insatiabill.
Princis, I pray ȝow be no more abusit,
To verteous men hauyng so small regard?
Quhy sulde vertew, throuch flatterie be refusit
That men for couunyng, can get no reward?
Allace that euer one bragger, or ane baird,
Ane hure maister, or commoun hasarture,
Suld in the kirk, get ony kynd of cure.
War I one man, worthy to weir ane croun,
Ay quhen thare vaikit ony beneficeis,
[Page]I suld gar call, ane Congregatioun
The principall, of all the Prelaceis,
Most cunnyng Clerkis of Vniuersiteis,
Most famous Fatheris of religioun,
With thare aduyse mak dispositioun.
❧ I sulde dispone, all offices Pastorallis,
Tyll Doctours of Diuinite, or Iure.
And cause dame Vertew, pull vp all hir saillis,
Quhen cunnyng men had in the kirk most cure.
Gar Lordis send thare Sonnis I ȝow assure
To seik science, and famous sculis frequent
Syne thame promoue, that war most sapient.
Greit plesour war to heir ane Bischop preiche,
One Dane, or Doctour in Diuinite,
One Abhor, quhilk could weil his Cōuent teiche,
One Persoun, flowing in Philosophie.
I tyne my tyme, to wis quhilk wy [...]l nocht be.
War not the preicheing, of the begging freiris,
Tynt war the faith amang the Seculeris.
As for thare precheing, quod the Papingo
I thame excuse, for quhy, thay bene so thrall
To properte, and hir ding Dochteris two,
Dame Riches, and fair lady Sensuall,
Thay may nocht vse no pastyme spirituall.
And in thare habitis, thay tak sic delyte,
Thay haue renuncit russet, and roploch quhyte
Cleikand to thame skarlot, and Cramosie,
With Meneuer, martrik, Grice, & ryche armyne
Thare lawe hartis, exalti [...] ar so hie
[Page]To se thare Papale pompe it is ane pyne.
More riche array is now with frenȝeis fyne,
Vpon the barding of ane Bischopis Mule,
Nor euer had Paule or Peter agane ȝule.
Syne fair ladyis, thare Chene may not eschaip,
Dame Sensuall so, sic seid hes in thame sawin.
Les skaith it war with licence of the Paip,
That ilk Prelate one Wyfe had of his awin,
Nor se thare bastardꝭ ouirthort y e cuntre blawin.
For now be thay, be weil cūmin from the sculis,
Thay fal to work, as thay war commoun bullis.
PEw quod the gled, thow preichis all in vane.
Ȝe Secular folkis, hes of our cace no curis.
I grant said scho, ȝit men wyll speik agane,
Quhow ȝe haif maid a hundreth thousand huris
Quhilkꝭ neuer had bene, war not ȝour lecherus luris
And geue I lee, hartlie I me repent,
Was neuer Bird I wat more penitent.
Than scho hir sch [...]aue w t deuote countenance,
To that fals gled, quhilk fenȝeit hym one freir.
And quhen scho had fulfyllit hir pennance
Full subtellie at hir he gan inqueir:
Cheis ȝow (said he) quhilk of vs brether heir
Sall haue of all ȝour naturall geir the curis,
Ȝe knaw none bene, more holy creaturis.
I am content (quod the pure Papingo)
That ȝe freir Gled, and corbie monk ȝour brother
Haue cure of all my gudis, and no mo.
Sen at this tyme, freindschip I find none vther.
[Page]We salbe to ȝow trew as tyll our Mother
(Quod thay) and sweir tyll fulfyll hir intent.
Of that (said scho) I tak ane Instrument.
The Pyot said, quhat sall myne office be?
Ouerman said scho, vnto the vther two,
The rowpand Rauin, said sweit sister lat se
Ȝour holy intent for it is tyme to go.
The gredie gled said, brother do nocht so
We wyll remane, and haldin vp hir heid,
And neuer depart frome hir, tyll scho be deid.
The Papingo, thame thankit tenderlie,
And said, sen ȝe haue tane on ȝow this cure,
Depart myne naturall gudis equallie,
That euer I had, or hes of dame Nature.
First to the Howlet, Indigent and pure
Quhilk on the day for schame dar nocht be sene,
Tyll hir I leif, my gay galbert of grene.
My bricht depurit Ene, as christall cleir,
On to the Bak, ȝe sall thame boith present.
In Phebus preseuce, quhilk dar nocht appeir.
Of naturall sicht, scho bene so Impotent,
My birneist beik, I leif with gude entent
Onto to the gentill, pieteous Pellicane,
To helpe to pers, hir tender hart in twane.
I leif the Goik, quhilk hes no sang bot one,
My musike, with my voce Angelicall.
And to the Guse, ȝe geue quhen I am gone,
My Eloquence, anb toung Rethori [...]a [...].
And tak and dry, my bonis greit and small
[Page]Syne clois thame in one cais of Ebure fyne,
And thame present, vnto the Phenix syne.
To birne with hir, quhen scho hir lyfe renewis,
In Arabie, ȝe sall hir find but weir,
And sall knaw hir, be hir most heuinlie hewis,
Gold, Asure, Gowles, Purpour, and Synopeie,
Hir dait is for to leif fyue houndreth ȝeir.
Mak to that bird my commendatioun.
And als I mak ȝow supplicatioun,
Sen of my corps, I haue ȝow geuin the cure.
Ȝe speid ȝow to the court but tarying,
And tak my hart of perfyte portrature,
And it present vnto my Souerane King.
I wat he wyll it clois it to one ring,
Commend me to his grace, I ȝow exhort,
And of my passioun mak hym trew report.
Ȝe thre my tryppis sall haue for ȝour trauell,
With luffer and lowng, to part equall amāg ȝow
Pray and Pluto, the potent prince of hell
Geue ȝe failȝe, that in his feit he fang ȝow,
Be to me trew, thocht I no thing belang ȝow,
Sore I suspect, ȝour conscience be to large.
Dout nocht said thay, we tak it with the charge.
Adew brether, quod the pure Papingo,
To talkin more, I haue no tyme to tarie.
Bot sen my spreit, mon fra my body go,
I recommend it to the quene of Farie
Eternallie, in tyll hir court to tarie
In wyldernes, among the holtis hore.
Than scho inclynit hir heid, and spak no more.
Plungit in tyll hir mortall passioun,
Full greuouslie, scho grippit to the ground.
It war to lang to mak narratioun
Of sichis sore, with mony stang and stound,
Out of hir wound, the blude did so abound,
One coumpas round, was w t hir blude maid reid
Without remeid, thare was no thing bot deid.
¶ And be scho had, In Mauus tuas said,
Extinctit wer hir naturall wittis fyue.
Hir heid full softlie on hir schulder laid
Syne ȝeild the spreit, with panis pungityue.
The Rauin began, rudely to rug and ryue,
Full gormoundlyke, his emptie throt to feid,
Eit softlie brother said the gredie gled.
Quhil scho is hote, depart hir ewin amang vs.
Tak thow one half, and reik to me ane vther,
In tyll our richt, I wat no wicht dar wrang vs,
The Pyot said, the feind resaue the fother,
Quhy mak ȝe me stepbarne, and I ȝour brother?
Ȝe do me wrang schir gled, I schrew ȝour hart
Tak thare (said he) the puddingis for thy part.
Than wit ȝe weill, my hart wes wounder sair
For to behald, that dolent departing.
Hir Angell fedderis, fleing in the air,
Except the hart, was left of hir no thing.
The Pyot said, this pertenith to the king.
Quhilk tyll his grace, I purpose to present,
Thow (quod the gled) sall faill of thyne intent.
The Rauin said, God nor I rax in ane raip.
And thow get this, tyll other King or Duke.
The Pyote said, plene I nocht to the Pape
Than in ane smedie, I be smorit with smuke,
With that the Gled, the pece claucht in his cluke,
And fled his way, the laue with all thare micht
To chace the gled, flew all out of my sicht.
Now haue ȝe hard, this lytle Tragedie.
The sore complaynt, the testament & mischance
Of this pure Bird, quhilk did ascend so hie.
Beseikand ȝow, excuse myne Ignorance,
And rude indyte, quhilk is nocht tyll auance.
And to the quair, I geue commandement
Mak no repair, quhare Poetis bene present.
Because thow bene, but Rethorike so rude,
Be neuer sene, besyde none vther buke,
With King nor Quene, w t Lord nor man of gude
With coit vnclene, clame kintent to sum cuke.
Steill in ane nuke, quhen thay list on the luke.
For smell of smuke, men wyll abhor to beir the.
Heir I manesweir the, quharefor to lurk go leir the.
FINIS.

The Dreme of Schir Dauid Lyndesay of the mont Knicht. Familiar Seruitour, to our Souerane Lord, King Iames the Fyft. &c. THE EPISTIL TO THE KINGIS GRACE.

RIcht Potent Prince, of hie imperial blude,
Vnto thy grace, I traist it be weil knawen
My seruice done vnto thy Cels [...]tude,
Quhilk nedis nocht, at lenth for to be schawin
And thocht my ȝouthed now be neir ouer blaw [...]n.
Exercit in seruice of thyne Excellence,
Hope hes me hecht ane gudlie recompence.
Quhen thou wes ȝoung, I bure y t in myne arme
Full tenderlie, till thow begouth to gang,
And in thy bed, oft happit the full warme
With lute in hand, syne sweitlie to the sang.
Sumtyme in dansing, feirelie I flang.
And sumtyme playand fairsis on the flure,
And sumtyme on myne office takand cure.
And sumtyme lyke ane feind transfigurate,
And sumtyme lyke the greislie gaist of Gy,
In diuers formis, oftymes disfigurate,
And sumtyme dissagyist full plesandlie.
[Page]So sen thy birth, I haue continuallie
Bene occupyit, and ay to thy plesour,
And sumtyme Sewat, Coppat and Caruour.
Thy purs maister, and secreit Thesaurar.
Thy Ischar ay sen thy Natyuite,
And of thy chalmer cheif Cubicular,
Quhilk to this hour, hes kepit my lawte,
Louyng be to the blyssit Trinite,
That sic ane wrechit worme hes maid so able,
Tyll sic ane Prince to be so agreable.
Bot now thow art be Influence naturall
Hie of Ingyne, and richt Inquisityue
Of antique storeis, and dedis martiall
More plesandlie, the tyme for tyll ouer dryue
I haue at lenth, the storeis done discryue,
Of Hector, Arthur, and gentill Iulius,
Of Alexander, and worthy Pompeius.
Of Iason, and Medea, all at lenth.
Or Hercules, the actis honorable,
And of Sampson, the supernaturall strenth,
And of [...]eil Luffaris floreis amiable.
And oftymes haue I feinȝeit mony fable,
Of Troylus, the sorrow and the Ioy,
And Seigis all, of Tire, Thebes, and Troy.
The Prophecyis of Rymour, Beid & Marling,
And of mony vther plesand historie,
Of the reid Etin, and the gyir carling
Confortand the, quhen that I saw the sorie,
[Page]Now with the support of the king of glorie
I sall the schaw ane storie of the new
The quhilk afore, I neuer to the schew.
Bot humilie I beseik thyne Excellence.
With ornate termes, thocht I can nocht expres
This sempyll mater, for laik of Eloquence,
Ȝit nocht withstanding, all my besines.
With hart and hand my mynd I sall addres,
As I best can, and most compendious.
Now I begyn, the mater hapnit thus.

☞ THE PROLOG.

IN the Calendis of Ianuarie,
Quhen fresche Phebus be mouyng circulai [...]
Frome Capricorne, wes enterit in Aquarie,
With blastis that the branchis maid full bair.
The snaw, and sleit, pertubit all the air,
And flemit Flora, frome euery bank and bus
Throuch support of the austeir Eolus.
Efter that I the lang wynteris nicht.
Had lyne walking, in my bed allone,
Throuch heuy thocht, that no way sleip I micht,
Remembryng of diuers thyngis goue.
So vp I rose, and cleithit me anone.
Be this fair Titan, with his lemis licht
Ouer all the land, had spred his baner bricht.
With clok and hude, I dressit me belyue
With dowbyl schone, & myttanis on my handis,
Howbeit the air, wes rycht penettraryue,
Ȝit fure I furth, lansing ouirthort the landis,
Towart the see, to schort me on the sandis
Because vnblomit was baith bank and bray.
And so as I was passing be the way,
I met dame Flora, in dule weid dissagysit.
Quhilk in to May, wes dulce and delectabill
With stalwart stormis, hir sweitnes wes supprisit
Hir heuinlie hewis, war turait in to sabill,
Quhilkꝭ vinquhyle war to Luffaris amiabill,
Fled frome the frost, the tender flouris I saw,
Vnder dame Naturis mantill lurking law.
The small fowlis, in flokkis saw I fle,
To Nature makand greit lamentatioun.
Thay lychtit doun, besyde me on ane tre,
Of thare complaynt, I had compassioun,
And with ane pieteous exclamatioun,
Thay said blissit be Somer, with his flouris,
And waryit be thow wynter, with thy schouris.
Allace Aurora, the syllie Lark can cry,
Quhare hes thou left, thy balmy liquour sweit
That vs reiosit, we mounting in the sky?
Thy syluer droppis, ar turnit in to sleir.
O fair Phebus, quhare is thy holsum hei [...]
Quhy tholis thow, thy heuinlie pleland face
With mystie vapours to be obscurit allace?
Quhar art thou May, w t Iune, thy sister schene,
Weill bordourit with dasyis of delyte?
And gentill Iulie, with thy mantill grene
Enamilit with Rosis, reid and quhyte?
Now auld and cauld Ianuar in despyte,
Reiffis frome vs, all pastyme and plesure.
Allace quhat gentil hart may this Indure?
Ouersylit ar with cloudis odious
The goldin skyis of the Orient.
Chāging in sorrow, our sang melodious,
Quhilk we had wount to sing with gude intent,
Resoundand to the heuinnis firmament.
Bot now our day, is changit in to nicht
With that thay rais, & flew furth of my sicht.
❧Pensyue in hart, passing full soberly
Vnto the see, fordwart I fure anone.
The see was furth, the sand wes smoith & dry
Than vp and doun, I musit myne alone
Tyll that I spyit, ane lytle Caue of stone
Hich in ane craig, vpwart I did approche
But carying and clam vp in the Roche.
And purposit, for passing of the tyme,
Me to defend frome Ociosite,
With pen and paper to Register in ryme
Sum mery mater of Antiquite.
Bot Idelnes, ground of iniquite
Scho maid so dull my spreitis me within,
That I wist nocht, at quhat end to begin.
Bot sal styll in that coue, quhare I mycht se
The weltering of the wallis vp and doun,
And this fals warldis Instabilite
Vnto that se, makand comparisoun,
And of this warldis wrechit variatioun
To thame that fixis, all thare hole intent
Considering quho most had, suld most repent.
So with my hude, my heid I happit warme,
And in my cloke, I fauldit beit [...] my feir.
I thocht my corps, with cauld suld tak no harme
My mittanis held my handis weill in heit.
The skowland craig, me couerit frome the sleit.
Thare styll I sat, my bonis for to rest
Tyll Morpheus with sleip my spreit opprest.
So throw the bousteous blastis of Eolus,
And throw my walking, on the nicht before,
And throuch the seyis mouyng maruellous
Be Neptunus, with mony rout and rore.
Constraynit I was to sleip withouttin more.
And quhat I dremit in conclusioun,
I sall ȝow tell ane meruellous visioun,

THE DREME OF SCHIR DAVID LYNDESAY.

ME thocht ane lady of portratour perfyte
Did salus me, w t benyng countenance,
And I quhilk of hir presens had delyte
Tyll hir agane maid humyll reuerence,
And hir demandit, sauing hir plesance,
[Page]Quhat wes hir name? scho answerit courtesly,
Dame Remembrance (scho said) callit am I.
Quhilk cummin is for pastyme and plesour
Of the, and for to beir the companie,
Because I se thy spreit without mesour
So sore perturbit be melancholie,
Causing thy corps, to vaxin cauld and dry.
Tharefor get vp, and gang anone with me.
So war we boith, in twinkling of ane Ee,
Doun throw the eird, in middis of the Center,
Or euer I wist, in to the lawest hell,
In to that cairfull Coue, quhen we did enter
Ȝowting and ȝowling, we hard with mony ȝell.
In flam of fyre, rycht furious and fell
Was cry and mony cairfull Creature
Blasphemand God, and warland Nature.
Thare sawe we diuers Paipis and Empriouris,
Without recouer mony cairfull kingis.
Thare sawe we mony wrangous Cōquerouris,
Withouttin richt, reiffaris of vtheris ringis,
The men of kirk, lay boundin in to bingis,
Thare saw we mony cairfull Cardinall,
And Archebischopis in thare pontificall.
Proud and peruerst Prelattꝭ, out of nummer,
Priouris, Abbottis, and fals flatterand freiris.
To specifie thame all, it wer ane cummer,
Regulare chānonis, churle monkꝭ, & chartereris,
Curious Clerkis, and preistis seculeris.
[Page]Thare was sum part, of ilk Religioun
In haiy kirk, quhilk did abusioun.
Than I demand it dame Remembrance,
The cause of thir Prelattis punitioun.
Scho said the cause, of thare vnhappy chance.
Was Couetyce, Lust, and ambteioun,
The quhilk now garris thame want fruitioun
Of God, and heir eternallie man dwell
In to this painful poysonit pit of hell.
Als thay did nocht instruct the Ignorent.
Prouocand thame to penitence be preiching,
Bot seruit warldlie Princis insolent,
And war promouit, be thare fenȝen fleiching.
Nocht for thare science, wisdome nor teicheing.
Be Symonie, was thare promotioun,
More for deneiris, nor for deuotioun.
☞ Ane vther cause of the punitioun,
Of thir vnhappy prelattis Imprudent,
Thay maid nocht equale distributioun
Of haly kickis Patrimonie and rent,
Bot temporallie, thay haue it all mispent.
Quhilkis suld haue bene trypartit in to thre,
First to vphauld the kick in honeste.
The secund part, to sustene thare estaitis.
The thrid part, to be geuin to the puris.
Bot thay dispone that geir all vther gaitis,
On cartis, and dyce, an harlotrie, and huris.
Thir caryuis tuke no compt of thare a win curi [...]
[Page]Thare kirkis reuin, thare l [...]oris clenely cled
And richelie rewlit [...]oi [...] at bu [...] and bed.
Thare bastard barnis, proudely thay prouydit.
The kirk geir largelie, thay did on tha [...] spend
In thare defaltis, thare sub [...]tis wee misgydit,
And comptit nocht thare God, for tyll offend,
Quhilk gart thaim want grace at t [...]r letter end
Rewland that rout I saw to Ca [...]p [...]s of Bras,
Symon Magus, and Bischop Cayphas.
Bischop Annas, and the tratour Iudas,
Machomete, that Propheit poysonabill,
Chore Dathan, and A [...]iron thare was,
Heretykis we saw vnnume [...]abill.
It was ane sicht, richt wounderous [...]amin [...]abill
Quhow that thay lay, in to thay [...] Neiting,
With cairfull cryis, grening and greiting.
Religious men wer punischit pa [...]efullit,
For vaine glorie als for Inobedience,
Brekand thare constitutionis wylfullie
Nocht hauand thare Ouermen in reuerence,
To knaw thare rewll thay maid no diligence,
Vnleifsumlie, thay vsit properte,
Passing the boundis of wilfull pouerte.
Full sore weping, with vocis lament [...]bill,
Thay cryit lawd, O Empriour Constantyne
We may wyt thy possessioun personabill
Of all our greit pame [...] [...].
Quhow [...]t thy purpose was, till ane [...]udefyne,
Th [...]w baneift frome vs, [...] deuotioun,
Haiffand sic Ee tyll our promo [...]ioun.
Than we beheld ane den full dolorous,
Quhare that Princis and Lordis temporall
War Cruciate with panis rigorous.
Bot to expreme thare panis in speciall.
It dois exceid all my memoriall.
Importabill pane thay had but conforting.
Thare blude royall, maid thame no supporting.
Sum catyue kingis, for cruell oppressioun.
And vther sum, for thare wrangous conquest
War condampnit, thay and thare Successioun,
Sum for publict adulterie, and incest.
Sum leit thare peple neuer leif in rest,
Delyting so in plesour sensuall,
Quhare for thare pane, was thare perpetuall
Thare was the cursit Empriour Nero,
Of euerilk vice the horribill veschell.
Thare was Pharao, with diuers Princis mo,
Oppressouris of the barnis of Israel.
Herod, and mony mo, than I can tell.
Ponce Pylat was thare hangit be the hals,
With vniust Iugis, for thare sentence fals.
Dukis, Marquessis, Erlis, Barronis, knichtis,
With thay Princis, wer punist panefully.
Participant thay wer of thare vnrichtis.
Fordwart we went, and leit thir Lordis ly,
And saw quhare Ladyis lamentabilly,
Lyke wod Lyonis wer cairfullie cryand,
In flam of fyre, richt furiouslie fryand.
Emprices, Quenis, and ladyis of honouris,
Mony Duches, and Comptes, full of cair.
Thay persit myne hart, thay tender Creaturis
So pynit in that pit full of dispair
Plungit in pane, with mony reuthfull rair.
Sum for thare pryde, sum for Adulterie,
Sum for thare tyisting men to Lecherie,
Sum had bene cruell and malicious,
Sum for making of wrangous heritouris.
For to rehers thare lyffis vitious
It wer bot tarie to the auditouris,
Of Letherie, thay wer the verray [...]uris
With thare prouocatyue Impudictte
Brocht mony ane man to Infelicite.
Sum wemen for thare pusillanimite
Quhat ho [...]ribill torment of consci­ence wes this anticulate cō fessioun.
Ouerset w t schame, thay did thame nev (er) schryue
Of secreit Synnis, done in quiete
And sum repentit neuer in thare lyue.
Quharefor but reuth thai ruffeis did yaim ryue
Rigorouslie without compassioun,
Greit was thare dule, and lamentatioun.
That we wer maid, thay cryit oft allace,
Thus Tormentit with panis Intollerabill
We mendit nocht, quhē we had tyme and space,
Bot tuke in ei [...]d our lustis delectabill.
Quharefor with feindis vgly and hortibill
We ar condampnit, for euer more allace,
Eternallie, withouttin hope of grace.
Quhare is the meit, and drink delicious,
With quhilk we fed, our cairfull carionis?
Gold, syluer, sylk, with perlis precious,
Our ryches, rentis and our possessionis?
Withouttin hope of our remissionis,
Allace our panis ar Insufferabill,
And our tormentis to compt Innumerabill.
Than we beheld, quhare mony ane thousand.
Commoun peple lay flichterand in the fyre,
Of euerilk stait, thare was ane bailfull band.
Thare mycht be sene, mony sorrowful Syre.
Sum for Inuy sufferit, and sum for Ire,
And sum for laik of restitutioun,
Of wrangous geir without remissioun.
Manesworne m̄chandꝭ, for yair wrangous winning,
Hurdaris of gold, & cōmoun Okkararis
Fals men of Law, in Cautelis rycht cunning,
Theiffis, reuaris, and publict oppressaris.
Sum part thare was of vnleill Lauboraris
Craftismen thare saw we out of nummer,
Of ilk stait to declair, it wer ane cummer.
And als langsum to me, for tyll Indyte,
Of this presoun, the pams in speciall.
The heir, the cauld, the dolour and dispyte,
Quharefor I speik of thame in generall,
That dully den, that furneis Infernall,
Quhose reward is, rew without remeid,
Euer deand, and neuer to be deid,
Hounger and thrist, in steid of meit and drink.
And for thace clethyng, ta [...]dis and Scorpionis.
That mirk Mansioun, is tapessit with stink
Thay se na thing, bot horribill visionis
Thay heir bot scorne, and derisionis
Of foule feindis, and blasphemationis.
Thare feilling is Importabill passionis.
For melodie, miserable murning.
Thare is na solace, bet dolour Infinyte
In bailfull beddis, bitterlie burning.
With sobbing, siching, sorrow and with syte
Thare conscience, thare hattis so did byte,
To heir thame flyte, it was ane cace of cair,
So in dispyte plungit in to despair.
A lytle aboue, that dolorous doungeoun.
He semis earn [...] [...] clude thā allo [...] Purgatorie.
We enterit in, ane countre full of cait.
Quhate that we saw, mony ane legioun
Grerand and gowland, with mony re [...]full rair.
Quhat place is this (quod I) of blis so bait,
Scho answerit (and said) Purgatorie
Quhilk purgis Saulis, or thay cum to glorie.
¶ I se no plesour heir bot mekle paine.
Quharefor (said I) leif we this sort in thrall.
I purpose neuer, to cum beie againe.
Bot ȝit I do beleue, and euer sall
That the trew kirk, can no way erre at all,
Sic thing to be, greit Clerkis dois conclude.
Quhoweit my hope, stādis most in Christis blud.
Abufe that, in the thrid presoun anone.
We enterit in ane place of perditioun,
Quhare mony babbis war makand drery mone,
Because thay wantit the fruitioun
[...]ic wes y e ignorāce of yaida­ [...]is, y e mē ewin of scharpest iugemēr, culd not espy all abusis.
Of God, quhilk was ane greit punitioun
Of Baptisme, thay wantit the Ansenȝe.
Vp wart we went, and left that mirthles menȝe.
In tyll ane Volt, aboue that place of pane.
Vnto the quhilk, but sudgeorne we ascendit,
That was the Lymb, in the quhilk did remane
Our forefatheris, because Adam offendit
Eiland the fruct, the quhilk was defendit
Mony ane ȝeir, thay dwelt in that Doungeoun
In mirknes, and in delolatioun.
Than throuch the erth, of nature cauld and dry.
Glaid to eschaip, those places perrilous,
We haistit vs, rycht wounder spedily.
Ȝit we beheld, the Secretis maruellous
The Mynis of gold, and stonis precious
Of syluer, and of euerilk fyne mettell,
Quhilk to declare, it wer ouer lang to dwell.
Vp throuch the watter, schortlie we Intendi [...]
Quhilk enuironis the erth, withouttin dout.
Syne throw the air, schortlie we ascendit,
His Regionis throuch, behalding in and out
Quhilk erth, and watter, closis round about.
Syne schortlie vpwart, throw the fyre we went,
Quhilk wes the hiest, and hotest Element.
Quhen we had all, thir Elementis ouer pas [...].
That is to say, erth, watter, air, and fyre,
Vp wart we went, withouttin ony rest
To se the Heuinnis, was out maist desyre.
Bot or we mycht wyn, to the heuin Empyre
It behuffit vs to pas, the way full ewin,
Vp throuch the spheiris, of the Planeris sewin.
First to the Mone, and vesyit all hir spheir.
Quene of the see, and bewtie of the nycht,
Of nature wak, and cauld, and no thyng cleir,
For of hir self, scho hes none vther lycht
Bot the reflex, of Phebus bemis brycht.
The twelf signis, scho passis round about,
In aucht and twenty dayes withouttin dout.
Than we ascendit to Mercurious.
Quhilk Poetis callis god of Eloquence,
Rycht Doctourlyke, with termes delicious,
In art expert, and full of Sapience.
It wes plesour to pans on his prudence.
Payntouris, Poeitis ar subiect to his cure,
And hote, and dry, he is of his Nature.
And als as cunning Astrologis sayis,
He dois compleit his cours Naturallie,
In thre houndreth, and aucht and thretty dayis.
Syne vpwart we ascendit haistelie
To fair Venus, quhare scho richt lustelie,
Wes set in to ane sait, of syluer schene,
That fresche Goddes, that lustie luffis quene.
Thy persit myne hart, hir blenkis amorous
Quhowbeit that sumtyme scho is chengeable,
With countenance and cheir full dolorous
Quhylūmis richt plesand, glaid and delectable,
Sumtyme constant, and sumtyme variable.
Ȝit hir bewtie, resplendent as the fyre,
Swagis the wraith of Mars, that god of Ire.
This plesand Planeit, geue I can richt discriue,
Scho is baith hote, and wak, of hir nature
That is the cause, scho is prouocatiue
Tyll all thame that ar subiectit to hir cure,
To Venus werkis, tyll that thay may indure.
Als scho completis, hir coursis natural,
In twelf Monethis, withouttin ony fall.
Than past we to the spheir of Phebus bricht,
That lusty lamp, and lanterne of the heuin,
And glaider of the sterris with his licht
And principall of all the planeitis sewin,
And sat in myddis of thame all full ewin,
As Roy royal, rolling in his spheir,
Full plesandlie in to his goldin Chair.
Quhose Influence and vertew excellent,
Geuis the lyfe tyll euerilk erthlie thing.
That Prince of euerilk planeit precellent
Dois foster flouris, and garris herbis spring,
Throuch the cauld eirth, and causis birdis sing.
And als his regular mouyng in the heuin.
Is Iust vnder the Zodiack full ewin.
☞ For to discryue his Diademe Royall,
Bordourit about with stonis schyning bricht
His goldin Cart, or throne Imperiall,
The foure stedis, that drawis it full richt
I leif to Poeitis, because I haue no slicht.
Bot of his nature he is hote and dry,
Compleitand in ane ȝeir, his cours trewly.
Than vp to Mars, in by we haistit vs,
Wounder hote, and dryer than the tounder,
His face flam [...]and, as syre richt furious,
His host & brag, more aufull than the thounder,
Maid all y e heuin, most lyke to schaik in schouder
Quha wald behald his countenance and feir,
Mycht cail hym weill, the god of men of weir.
With colour reid, and luke malicious,
Rycht colerick of his complexioun.
Austeir, angrie, sweir, and seditious,
Principall cause of the destructioun
Of mony gude and [...]obill Regioun.
War nocht Venus, his Ire dois mitigate,
This warld of pece wald be full desolate.
This god of greif withouttin sudgeorning
In ȝeris twa, his cours he doith compleit,
Than past we vp, quhar Iuppiter the king
Sat in his spheir, richt amiabill and sweit,
Complexionat with waknes, and with heit.
That plesand Prince, tair, dulce, and delicate
Prouokis pece, and banissis debait.
The auld Poeitis, be superstitioun.
Held Iuppiter, the Father principall
Of all thare goddis in conclusioun,
For his prerogatyuis in speciall
Als be his vertew in to generall
To auld Saturne, he makis resistance
Quhen in his malice he wald wirk vengeance.
This Iuppiter withouttin sudgeorning
Passis throw all the twelf planeitis full euin,
In ȝeris twelf, and than but carying
We past vnto the hiest of the seuin,
Tyll Saturnus, quhilk trublis all the heuin
With heuy cheir, and collour paill as leid,
In hym we saw bot dolour to the deid.
And cauld, and dry, he is of his nature,
Foule lyke ane Oule, of euill conditioun.
Rycht vnplesand he is of portrature.
His Intoxicate dispositioun
It puttis all thing to perditioun
Ground of seiknes, and melancholious.
Peruerst and pure, baith fals and Inuyous.
His qualite, I can nocht loue bot lack,
As for his mouyng naturallie but weir,
About the signis of the Zodiack,
He dois compleit his cours, in thretty ȝeir.
And so we left hym in his frosty spheir,
Vp wart we did ascend Incontinent
But [...]est, tyll we come to the Firmament,
The quhilk was fixit ful of sterris bricht
Of figour round, richt plesand and perfyte
Quhose influence, and richt excellent licht,
And quhose nummer, may nocht be put in wryte.
Ȝit cunnyng Clerkis, dois naturallie indyte,
How that he dois, compleit his cours but weir,
In space of seuin and thretty thousand ȝeir.
Than the nynt Spheir, and mouair principall
Of all the laif, we wesy it all that heuin,
Quhose daylie motioun is continuall,
Baith firmament, and all the plancitis seuin,
Frome eist, to west, garris thame full euin
In to the space of four and twenty ȝeris
Ȝit be the myndis of the Astronomeris,
The seuin Planeitis, in to thare proper spheiris,
Frome west to eist, thay moue naturallie.
Sum swyft, sum slaw, as to thare kynd effeiris
As I haue schawin afore speciallie
Quhose motioun causis continuallie
Rycht melodious, harmonie and sound,
And al throw mouyng of those Planeitis round.
Than moutit we, with richt feruent desyre
Vpthrow the heuin, callit Christallyne
And so we enterit in the heuin Empyre,
Quhilk to discryue, it passis myne Iagyne.
Quhat God in to his holy throne druyne
Regnis in to his glore Inestimabill
With Angellis citir, quhilkis ar Innumerabill.
In Ordeuris nyne, thir spreitis glorious
Ar deuydit, the quhilkis excellentlie
Makis louyng, with sound melodious,
Singand Sanctus, tycht wounder feruentlie,
Thir ordeuris nyne, thay at full plesandlie
Deuydit in to Hierarchies thre,
And thre Ordouris in euerilk Hierarchie.
The lawest Ordour, is of Angellis bricht,
As Messingeris send to this law Regioun.
The secund ordour, Archangellis full of micht.
Virtues, Potestatis Principatis of renoun.
The sext is callit Dominatioun.
The seuint Thronus, the auchtin Cherubin.
The nynt and hiest, callit Seraphin.
☞ And nixt vnto the blissit Trinite,
In his Tryumphant throne Imperiall,
Thre in tyll one, and one substance in tyre,
Quhose indiuisibill essence eternall,
The rude Ingyne, of mankynd is to small
Tyll comprehend, quhose power Infinyte,
And deuyne nature, no Creature can wryte.
So myne Ingyne, is nocht sufficient
For to treit, of his hich Diuinite.
All mortall men at Insufficient
Tyll considder thay thre in vnite,
Sic subtell mater I man on neid lat be
To study on my Creid, it wat full fair,
And lat Doctouris of sic hic materis declair.
Than we beheld the blissit Humanite
Of Christ, sittand in to his Sege Royall
At the rycht hand of the Diuinite
With ane excelland court Celestiall,
Quhose exercitioun continuall
Was in louyng thair Prince, with reuerence,
And on this wyse thay kepit ordinance.
Nixt to the Throne, we saw y e Quene of quenis
Weil cumpanyit, with Ladyis of delyte
Sweit was the sang, of those blissit Virginnis,
No mortall man, thare solace may indyte.
The Angellis bricht, in nummer infinyte,
G [...]erilk Ordour in thare awin degre
War officiaris vnto the deite.
Patriarkis, and Propheitis honorabill,
Coilaterall counsalouris in his consistorie,
Euangelistis, Apostolis venerabill
War Capitanis vnto the King of Glorie,
Quhilk Chi [...]tanely [...]e had wyn the Victorie,
Of that tryumphand Court celestiall
Sanct Peter was Lufetenand generall.
The Martyris war, as nobyll stalwart Knichtis
Discoafitouris of cruell Battellis thre
The flesche, the warld, the feind & al his michtis
Confessouris, Doctouris in Diuinite
As Chapell Clerkis vnto his deite.
And last we saw infinyte multitude
Makand seruice vnto his Celsitude.
Quhilkis be the hie Deuyne permissioun,
Felicite thay had Inuariable,
And of his Godheid, cleir cognitioun,
And compleit peice thay had Interminable.
Thare glore, and honour, was Inseparable.
That plesand place repleit of pulchritude
Vnmesurable it was of magnitude.
Thare is plentie of all plesouris perfyte,
Euydent brichtnes, but obscurite.
Withouttin dolour, dulcore, and delyte.
Withouttin rancour, perfyte Cherite.
Withouttin hounger, Satiabilite.
O happy ar the Saulis predestinate,
Quhen Saule and body salbe glorificate.
Thir maruellous mirthis for to declair,
Be Arithmetik, thay at Innumerable.
The portratour of that place preclair,
By Geometrie, it is Inmesurable,
By Rethorik als Inpronunciable.
Thare is none eiris may heir, nor Eine my se,
Nor hart may thynk this thare felicite.
Quhare to sulde I presume for tyll indyte,
The quhilk Sanct Paule, that Doctour sapient
Can nocht expres nor in to paper wryte
The hie excellent work Indeficient,
And perfyte plesour euer permanent,
In presence of that mychtie King of glore,
Quhilk was, and is, and sall be euer more.
At Remembrance, humillie I did inquyre
Geue I mycht in that plesour styll remane.
(Scho said) aganis resoun is thy desyre
M [...]h [...]refore my freind, thou mon returne agane
I [...]to the warld, quhair thow sall suffer pane,
[...]d thole the dede with cruell panis sore,
Or thow be digne, to regne with hym in glore.
Than we returnit sore aganis my wyll,
Doun throw spheiris of the heuinnis cleir.
Hir commandement behustit I fulfyll
With sorte hart, wit ȝe withouttin weir.
I wald full faine haif taryit thare all ȝeir
Bot scho said to me, thare is no remeid,
Or thow remane heir, first thow mon be deid.
Quod I, I pray ȝow hartfullie madame,
Sen we haue had sic Contemplatioun
Of heuinlie plesouris, ȝit or we pas hame
Lat vs haue sum consideratioun
Of eirth, and of his Situatioun.
Scho answerit and said, that sall be done.
So wer we botth, brocht in the air full sone.
Quhare we mycht se the Erth all at one sicht,
Bot lyke one moit, as it apperit to me,
In the respect of the heuinnis bricht.
I haue maruell (quod I) quhow this may be,
The erth semis of so small quantite
The leist sterne fixit in the Firmament
Is more than all the erth, be my Iugement.
Scho sayis Sone, thow hes schawin y e verite,
The smallest sterne fixit in the firmament,
In deid it is of greiter quantite
Than all the eirth, efter the intent
Of wyse, and cunning Clerkis sapient.
Quhat quantite is than the eirth (quod I)
That sall I schaw (quod scho) to the schortly.
Efter the myndis of the Astronomouris,
And speciallie, the Auctour of the Spheir,
And vther diuers greit Philosophouris,
The quantite of the erth Circuleir,
Is fiftie thousand liggis, withouttin weir,
Seuin houndreth, and fiftie, and no [...]o,
Deuiding ay ane lig, in mylis two.
And euerilk myle, in aucht flaidis deuyde.
Ilk staid, ane houndreth pais, twenty and fyue.
Ane pais fyue fute, quha wald than rycht decyde,
Ane fute four palmes, giue I can rycht descryue,
Ane palme four Inche, and quba [...]a wald belyue
The circuite of the eirth, pas round about,
Man be considderit on this wyse but dout.
Suppone, that thare warmone Impediment,
Bot that the eirth but perrell wer and plane,
Syne that the persoun wer rycht diligent,
And ȝeid ilk day, ten liggis in certane.
He mycht pas round about, and cum agane
In four ȝeiris, sextene oulkis, and dayis two.
Go reid the Auctour, and thow sall fynd it so.

The diuisioun of the Eirth.

THen certanlie scho tuke me be the hand,
And said my sone cū on thy wayis w t me
And so scho gart me cleirly vnderstand
How that the erth, tripartit wes in thre:
In Aphrik, Europe, and Asie.
Efter the myndis of the Cosmographouris
That is to say, the warldis Descriptouris.
First Asia, contenit is in the Orient,
And is weill more, than baith the vther twane,
Aphrik, and Europe, in the Occident,
And ar deuydit be ane sey certane,
And that is callit, the see Mediterrane,
Quhilk at the strait of Marrok hes entre,
That is betuix Spanȝe, and Barbarie.
Towart the southwest lyis Aphrica,
And in the northwest, Europa doith stand.
And all the eist, contenis Asia.
On this wyse, is deuydit the serme land
It war mekle to me to tak on hand
Thir Regionis, to declair in speciall,
Ȝit sall I schaw thair Names in generall.
In mony diuers famous Regionis,
Is deuydit this part Asia.
Weill plenischit, with Citteis, towris, & townis,
The greit Inde, and Mesopotamia,
Penthapolis, Egypt, and Syria,
[Page]Cappadocia, Seres, and Armenie,
Babilon, Chaldea, Parth, and Arabie.
Sidon, Iudea, and Palestina,
Vpper Scithia, Tire, and Galilie,
Hiberia, Bactria, and Philestina,
Hircania, Compagena, and Samarie.
In litle Asia, standis Galathie,
Pamphilia, Isauria, and Leid,
Rhegia, Arethusa, Assyria, and Meid.
☞Secundlie, we considderit Africa,
With mony fructfull famous regioun
As Ethiopie, and Tripolitana,
Zewges, quhare standis the triumphant toun
Of nobyll Carthage, that Ciete of renoun.
Garamantes, Nadabar, Libia,
Getulia, and Mauritania.
Fezensis, Numidie, and Thingitane,
Of Affrick, thir ar the principall.
Than Europe, we considderit in certane,
Quhose Regionis, schortlie rehers I sall.
Four principallis, I find aboue thame all
Quhilkꝭ ar Spanȝe, Italie, and France,
Quhose Subregionis, wer mekle tyll auance.
Nether Scithia, Thrace, and Carmanie
Thusia, Distria, and Pannonia
Denmark, Gotland, Grundland, and Almanie,
Pole, Hungarie, Boeme, Norica, Rethia,
Trutonia and mony diuers ma.
And was in four deuydit Italie
[Page]Tuscane, Hethruria, Naplis, and Champanie.
And subdeuydit sindry vther wayis,
As Lumbardie, Veneis, and vther ma,
Calaber, Romanie, and Genowayis.
In Grece, Epyrus, and Dalmatia,
Thessalie, Attica, and Illyria,
Achaya, Beotia, and Macedone,
Archadie, Pierie, and Lacedemone.
And France we sawe deuydit in to thre.
Belgica, Celtica, and Aquitane.
And subdeuydit in Flanderis, Picardie,
Normandie, Gasconȝe, Burgunȝe, & Britane,
And vtheris diuers Duchereis in certane,
The quhilkꝭ wer to lang for to declair,
Quharefor of thame as now I speik na mair.
In Spanȝe, lyis Castillie and Arragone.
Nauarne, Galice, Portugall, and Granate,
Than saw we famous Ilis mony one
Quhilkis in the Occeane sey, was situate.
Thame to discryue, my wyt wes desolate.
Of Cosmographie I am nocht expare,
For I did neuer study in that art.
Ȝit I sall sum of thare names declare,
As Madagascar, Gades, and Taprobane,
And vther diuers Ilis gude and fair
Situate in to the scy Mediterrane,
As Cyper, Candie, Corsica, and Sardane.
Crete, Abidos, Thoes Sicilia,
Tapsus, Eolie, and mony vther ma.
Quho wald at lenth, heir the Descriptioun
Of euerilk Ile, als weill as the ferme land,
And properteis, of euerilk Regioun,
To study and to reid man tak on hand
And the attentike werkis vnderstand
Of Plinius, and worthy Ptholomie,
Quhilaꝭ war expert in to Cosmographie.
Thare sall thay fynd, the namis and properteis
Of euery Ile, and of ilk Regioun.
Than I inquirit of erthly Paradeis,
Of the quhilk Adam, tynt Possessioun.
Than schew scho me the Situatioun
Of that precelland place of delyte,
Quhose properteis wer lang for to Indyte.

☞ OF PARADICE.

THis Paradice, of all plesouris reple [...],
Situate I saw in to the Orient.
That glorioꝰ gairth of euery flouris did fleit
The lusty lillyis, the rosis redolēt
Fresche holesum fructis Indeficient,
Baith herbe, and tre, thare growis euer grene,
Throw vertew of the temperat air serene.
The sweit holesum aromatike odouris,
Proceiding frome the herbis Medicinall
The heuinlie hewis of the fragrant flouris,
It was ane sicht wounder celestiall.
The perfectioun to schaw in speciall,
[Page]And Ioyis of that Regioun deuyne
Of mankynd, it exceidis the Ingyne.
❧And als so hie in Situatioun,
Surmounting the myd Regioun of the air,
Quhare no maner of perturbatioun
Of wedder may ascend so hie as thair.
Four fludis flowing frome ane Fontane fair
As Tigris, Ganges, Euphrates, and Nyle,
Quhilk in the eist, Transcurtis mony ane myle.
The countre closit is about full richt,
With wallis hie, of hote and birnyng fyre,
And straitly keipit be ane Angell bricht
Sen the departyng of Adam, our Grand schyre,
Quhilk throw his cryme Incurrit Goddis [...],
And of that place tint the Possessioun,
Baith frome hym self, and his Successioun.
Quhen this lufesum lady Remembrance
All this foresaid had gart me vnderstand,
I prayit hir of hir beneuolence
To schaw to me, the countre of Scotland.
Well sone (scho said) that sal I tak on hand,
So suddandlie, scho brocht me in certane,
Euin Iust abone the braid Ile of Britane.
Quhilk standis northwest in the Occeane see,
And deuydit in famous Regionis two.
The south part Ingland, ane full richt countre,
Scotland be north, with mony Ilis mo.
Be west Ingland, Ireland doith stand also.
Quhose properteis, I wyll nocht tak on hand
To schaw at lenth, bot onely of Scotland.

OF THE REALME OF SCOTLAND.

QUhilk efter my sempyll Intendement,
And as Remembrance did to me report,
I fall declare the suith, and verrayment
As I best can, and in to termes schort.
Quhairfor effecteo uslie, I ȝow exhort,
Quhowbeit my wrytting be nocht tyll auance,
Ȝit quhare I faill, excuse myne Ignorance.
Quhen that I had ouersene this Regioun,
The quhilk of nature is boith gude and fair,
I did propone, ane litle questioun
Beseikand hir, the same for to declair.
Quhat is the cause, our boundis bene [...]o bair,
(Quod I) or quhat dois moue our Mise [...]i [...],
Or quhareof dois proceid our pouertie?
For throw the support of ȝour hir prudence
Of Scotland, I persaue the properteis.
And als considderis be experience
Of this countre the greit commoditeis.
First the aboundance of fischis in our seis,
And fructuall montanis for our bestiall,
And for our cornis, mony lusty vaill.
The riche Ryueris plesand and proffitabill,
The lustie loichis, with fische of sindry kyndis,
Hounting, halking, for nobillis conuenabill,
Forrestis full of Da, Ra, Hartis, and Hyndis,
The fresche fontanis, quhose holesū cristal strandis
Refreschis so, the flurischit grene meidis.
So laik we no thing that to nature neidis.
Of euerilk mettell, we haue the riche Mynis,
Baith Gold, Syluer, and stonis precious.
Howbeit we want the Spycis and the wynis.
Or vther strange fructis delicious,
We haue als gude, and more neidfull for vs,
Meit, drink, fyre, claithis yar in y e be gart abound.
Quhilkꝭ ellis is nocht in all the Mapamound [...]
More faiter peple, nor of greiter ingyne
Nor of more strenth, greit deidis tyll indure.
Quharefor I pray ȝow, that ȝe wald detyne
The principall cause, quharefor we at so pure,
For I maruell greitlie, I ȝow assure,
Considderand the peple, and the ground,
That Riches suld nocht in this realme redound.
My Sone (scho said) be my discretioun,
I sall mak answeir, as I vnderstand.
I say to the vnder confessioun,
The falt is nocht, I dat weill tak on hand,
Nother in to the peple nor the land.
As for the land, it laikis na vther thing,
Bot laubour, and the pepillis gouerning.
Than quharein lyis our Inprosperite
(Quod I) I pray ȝow hartfullie Madame
Ȝe wald declair to me the verite.
Or quho sall beir of our barrat the blame?
For be my treuth to se, I think greit schame
So plesand peple, and so fait ane land,
And so few verteous deidis tane on hand.
Quod scho, I sall efter my Iugement,
Declair sum causis, in to generall,
And in to termes schort schaw myne intent,
And syne transcend in to more speciall.
So this is myne conclusioun finall.
Wanting of Iustice, policie, and peace,
At cause, of thir vnhappines allace.
☞It is difficill Riches tyll incres,
Quhare Polycie makith no residence.
And Policie may neuer haue entres,
Bot quhare that Iustice dois diligence
To puneis quhare thare may be found offence.
Iustice may nocht haue Dominatioun,
Bot quhare Pece makis habitatioun.
Quhat is the cause, that wald I vnderstand.
That we suld want Iustice, and policie,
More than deis France, Italie, or Ingland
Madame (quod I) schaw me the verite?
Sen we haue lawis in this countre,
Quhy want we lawis exercitioun
Quho suld put Iustice tyll executioun.
Quhare in dois stand our principall remeid,
Or quha may mak a mendis of this mischeif?
(Quod scho) I find the falt in to the heid,
For thay in quhome dois ly our hole releif,
I finde thame rute, and ground of all our greif.
For quhen the heidis ar nocht diligent,
The membris man on neid be negligent.
So I conclude, the causis principall
[Page]Of all the trubill of this Natioun,
Ar into Princis in to speciall,
The quhilkis hes the Gubernatioun,
And of the peple Dominatioun.
Quhose contynewall exercitioun
Sulde be in Iustice Executioun.
For quhen the sleuthfull hird, dois sloug & sleip,
Taking no cure, in keping of his flok
Quho wyll go serche amang sic hirdis scheip,
May able fynd mony pure scabbit crok,
And goyng wyld at large withouttin lok.
Than Lupus tūmis, and Lowrence in ane ling
And dois but reuth, the sely scheip dounthring.
Bot the gude hird, walkryfe and diligent
Doith so, that all his flockis ar rewlit richt.
To quhose quhissill all ar obedient
And geue the wolfis cummis day or nicht
Thame to deuore, than ar thay put to flicht,
Houndit and slane, be thare weill dantit doggis,
So ar thay sure, baith ȝowis, lambis, & hoggis.
So I conclude, that throw the negligence
Of our infatuate heidis Insolent,
Is cause of all this realmes indigence,
Quhilkꝭ in Iustice, hes nocht bene diligent,
Bot to gude counsall inobedient,
Hauand small E [...], vnto the commoun weill
Bot to thare singulare profite euerilk deill.
For quhen thir Wolfis be oppressioun
The pure peple but piete doith oppres,
[Page]Than suld the princis mak punitioun,
And cause thay Rebaldis for to mak redres,
That ryches micht be, and Policie incres.
Bot richt difficill it is to mak remeid
Quh [...]n that the falt is so in to the heid.

THE COMPLAYNT OF THE Comoun weill of Scotland.

ANd thus as we wer talking to and fro,
We saw a bustedꝰ berne cū ouir y e bent,
But hors on fute, als fast as he micht go
Quhose rayment wes all raggit rewin & vent
With visage leyne, as he had fastit lent.
And fordwart fast his wayis he did aduance,
With ane richt melancholious countenance.
With scrip on hip, and pyikstaff in his hand,
As he had bene purposit, to pas sra hame.
Quod I gude man, I wald faine vnderstand,
Geue that ȝe pleis [...]t to wit quhat wer ȝour name.
Quod he my sone, of that I think greit schame.
Bot sen thow wald of my name haue ane feill,
Forsuith thay call me Ihone the comoun weill.
Schir Commoun weil, quho hes ȝow so disgysit
(Quod I) or quhat makis ȝow so miserabill,
I haue maruell, to se ȝow so supprysit,
The quhilk that I haue sene so honorabill,
To all the warld, ȝe haue bene proffitabill,
And weill honorit in euerilk Natioun.
How happinnis now ȝour tribulatioun?
Allace (quod he) thow seis how it dois stand
With me, and quhow I am disheritsit
Of all my grace, and inon pas of Scotland.
And go afore, quhare I was cheriset.
Remane I heir, I am bor perisit,
For thare is few to me, that takis tent,
That garris me go, so raggit, rewin, and rent.
My tender feeindis ar all put to the flicht
For Policie is fled agane in France,
My Syster Iustice, almaist haith tynt hir sicht,
That scho can nocht hald ewinly hir ballance.
Plane wrang, is plane capitane of Ordinance,
The quhilk debarres Laute, and resoun,
And small remeid is found for oppin tresoun.
In to the south allace I was neir slane.
Ouer al the land I culd find no releif.
Almoist betuix the Mers, and Lotchmabane,
I culd no [...]ht knaw ane leill man be ane theif.
To schaw thare reif, thift, murthour, & mischeif,
And vicious workis it wald infect the air,
And als langsum, to me for tyll declair.
In to the hieland, I could find no remeid,
Bot suddandlie, I wes put to exile,
Thai sweir swyngeourꝭ thay tuke of me nō heid,
Nor amengis thame, lat me remane ane quhyle.
Als in the out Ilis, and in Argyle,
Vnthrift, sweirnes, falset, pouerte, and stryfe,
Pat Policie in danger of hir lyfe.
In the law land, I come to seik refuge.
And purposit thare to mak my residence.
Bot singulare proffect, gart me sone disluge,
And did me greit Iniuris, and offence.
And said to me, swyith harlote hy the hence,
And in this countre se thow tak no curis,
So lang as my authorite induris.
And now I may mak no langer debait,
Nor I wat nocht, quhome to I suld me mene,
For I haue socht throw all the Spirituall stait,
Quhilkꝭ tuke na compt for to heir me complene,
Thare officiaris thay held me at disdane,
For Symonie, he rewlis vp all that rout.
And Couetice that Carl gart bar me out.
Pryde haith chaist frome thame humilite,
Deuotioun is fled vnto the freiris.
Sensuall plesour hes baneist Chaistite,
Lordis of Religioun, thay go lyke Seculeris,
Taking more compt in telling thare deneris,
Nor thay do of thare constitutioun.
Thus ar thay blindit be ambitioun.
Our gentill men ar all degenerate.
Liberalite, and Lawte, boith ar lost.
And Cowardice with Lordis is laureate,
And knychtlie curage turnit in brag and boist.
The Ciuill weir misgydis euerilk oist.
Thare is nocht ellis, bot ilk man for hym self,
That garris me go, thus baneist lyke ane elf.
Tharefor adew, I may no langer tarie.
[Page]Fair weil (quod I) ād w t sanct Iohne to borrow.
Bot wit ȝe weill, my hart was woundit sarie
Quhen comoun weill so sopit was in sorrow,
Ȝit efter the nicht, cūmis the glaid morrow.
Quharefore I pray ȝow schaw me in certane,
Quhen that ȝe purpose for to cum agane.
That questioun it sall be sone decydit,
(Quod he) thare sall na Scot haue conforting
Of me, till that I see the countre gydit
Be wysedome, of ane gude auld prudent king,
Quhilk sall delyte hym maist aboue all thing,
To put Iustice tyll executioun,
And on strang tratouris mak punitioun.
Als ȝit to the I say ane vther thing,
I se rycht weill that prouerb is full trew,
Wo to the realme, that hes ouir ȝoung ane king.
With that he turnit his bak, and said ad [...]w.
Ouer firth and fell, richt tast fra me he flew.
Quhose departing to me was displesand.
With that Remembrance tuk me be the hand.
And sone me thocht scho brocht me to the roche,
And to the Coue, quhare I began to sleip.
With that one schip did spedilie approche,
Full plesandlie sailling vpon the deip,
And syne did slak hir saillis, and gan to creip
Towart the land, anent quhare that I lay.
Bot wit ȝe weill, I gat ane fellown fray.
All hir Cannounis, sche leit crak attonis,
Doun schuke the stremaris, frome y e topcastell.
[Page]Thay spairit nocht the poulder nor the stonis,
Thai schot thair boutis, & doun yair ankers fell,
The Marinaris, thay did so ȝout and ȝell,
That haistelie I steit out of my dreme,
Half in ane fray, and spedilie past hame.
And lychtlie dynit, with list and appetyte.
Syne efter past in tyll ane Oritore,
And tuke my pen, and thare began to wryte
All the visioun, that I haue schawin afore.
Schir of my dreme, as now thow gettis no more,
Bot I beseik God, for to send the grace,
To rewle thy Realme in vnite, and peace.

THE EXHORTATIOVN TO THE KINGIS GRACE.

SChir sen that God of his preordinance,
Haith grantit the, to haue the gouernance
Of his peple, and create the one King,
Faill nocht to prent in thy Remembrance
That he wyll nocht excuse thyne Ignorance,
Geue thow be rekles in thy gouerning.
Quharefor dres the aboue all vther thing,
Of his lawis to ke [...]p the obseruance,
And thow schaip lang in Royaltie to ring.
Thank hym, that hes commandit dame Nature,
To prent the of so plesand portrature.
Hir gyftis may be cleirly on the knawin.
Tyll dame Fortune, thow neidis no procurature,
For scho hes largelie, kyith on the hir cure.
[Page]Hir gratitude scho hes vnto the schawin.
And sen that thow mā scheir, as thow hes sawin,
Haue all thy hope in God thy Creatour,
And ask hym grace, that thow may be his awin.
And syne considder thy vocatioun,
That for to haue the gubernatioun
Of this kynrik, thow art predestinate,
Thow may weill wit be trew narratioun,
Quhat sorrow, and quhat tribulatioun
Haith bene in this pure realme infortunate.
Now conforte thame that hes bene desolate,
And of thy peple haue compassioun,
Sen thow be God, art so preordinate.
Tak manlie curage, and leif thyne Insolence,
And vse counsall of nobyll dame Prudence.
Founde the fermelie on faith and fortitude,
Draw to thy court, Iustice, and temperance.
And to the Commoun weill haue attendance.
And also I beseik thy Celsitude,
Hait vicious men, and lufe thame that ar gude.
And ilk flatterer thow fleme frome thy presence,
And fals report out of thy court exclude.
Do equall Iustice, boith to greit and small,
And be exempill to thy peple all,
Exercing verteous deidis honorabill.
Be nocht ane wreche, for oucht that may befall,
To that vnhappy vice and thow be thrall.
Tyll all men thow sall be abhominabill.
Kingis [...]ar knichtis, ar neuer cōuanabill
[Page]To rewle peple, be thay nocht liberall,
Was neuer ȝit na wreche to honoure abill.
And tak exemple of the wrechit ending
Quhilk maid Mydas, of Thrace y e mychtie king,
That to his Goddis maid Inuocatioun,
Throw gredines that all substancial thing
That euer he twichit, suld turne but tarying
In to fyne gold, he gat his supplicatioun,
All that he twichit but dilatioun
Turnit in gold, boith meit, drink, and clething,
And deit for hounger but recreatioun.
Als I beseik thy Maieste serene,
Frome Lecherie, thow keip thy body clene
Taist neuer that Intoxicate poysoun
Frome that vnhappy sensuall Syn abstene,
Tyll that thow get ane lusty plesand Quene,
Than tak thy plesour with my benisoun.
Tak tent how prydful Tarquyne tynt his croun,
For the deforsing of Lucrece the schene.
And was depryuit, and banist Romes toun.
And in despyit of his Lecherous leuing,
The Romanis wald be subiect to no king.
Mony lang ȝeir, as storyis doith record,
Tyll Iulius, throw verteous gouerning,
And Princelie curage, gan on thame to ring,
And chosin of Romanis, Empriour, and lord.
Quharfor my Souerane in to thy mynd remord,
That vicious lyfe, makis oft ane euill ending,
Without it be throw speciall grace restord.
And geue thow wald thy fame and honour grew,
Vse counsall of thy prudent Lordis trew,
And se thow nocht presumpteouslie pretend,
Thy a win particular weill for tyll Ensew.
Wirk with counsall, so sall thow neuer rew.
Remember of thy Freindis the fatall end,
Quhilkis to gude counsall wald not condiscend.
Tyll bitter deith (allace) did thame persew.
Frome sic vnhap I pray God the defend.
And finallie, remember thow mon de [...]
And suddanlie pas of this mortall see,
And art nocht sicker of thy lyfe two houris.
Sen thare is none frome that sentence may flee.
King, Quene, nor Knicht, of law estait nor hie,
Bot all mon thole of deith, the bitter schouris.
Quhar bene thay gone, thir papis & empriouris?
Bene thay nocht dede, so sall it fair on the.
Is no remeid, strenth, riches, nor honouris.
And so for conclusioun,
Mak our Prouisioun
To get the infusioun
Of his hie grace
Quhilk bled with effusioun
With scorne and derisioun.
And deit with confusioun,
Confirmand our peace. AMEN.
FINIS.

The Complaint of Schir Dauid Lindesay, of the Mont Knicht, direct to the Kingis Grace. ☞ * ☜

SChir I beseik thyne Excellence,
Heir my complaynt with pacience,
My dolent hart dois me constrayne,
Of my Infortune to complayne.
Quhowbeit I stand in greit doutance,
Quhome I sall wyte of my mischance.
Quhidder Saturnis crucite
Regnand in my Natiuite
[...]e bad aspect, quhilk wirkis vengeanre,
Or vtheris heuinlie influence.
Or geue I be predestinate
In court to be Infortunate,
Quhilk hes so lang in seruice bene
Continuallie with king and quene.
And enterit to thy Maieste
The day of thy Natiu [...]e,
Quharethrow my freindis bene eschamit,
And with my fais I am defamit,
Seand that I am nocht regardit
Nor with my brether in Court rewardit,
Blamand my sle [...]thfull negligence
That seikis nocht sum recompence.
Quhen diuers men dois me demand
Quhy gettis thow nocht sunt pece of land,
[Page]Als weill as vther men hes gottin.
Than wis I to be deid and rottin,
With sic extreme discomforting
That I can mak no answering.
I wald sum wyse man did me teiche,
Quhidder that I suld flatter or fleiche
I wyll nocht flyte, that I conclude
For crabing of thy Celsitude.
And to flatter, I am defamit.
Want I reward, than am I schamit.
Bot I hope thow sall do als weill
As did the Father of Fameill,
Of quhome Christ makis mentioun
Quhilk for ane certane pensioun
Feit men to wirk in his wyne ȝaird.
Bot quho come last, gat first rewaird.
Quharethrow the first men wer displeisit.
Bot he thame prudentlie ameisit.
For thocht the last men, first wer seruit,
Ȝit gat the first that day deseruit.
So am I sure thy maieste,
Sall anis reward me or I de,
And rub the roust of my ingyne
Quhilk bene for langour lyke to tyne.
Althocht I beit nocht lyke ane baird
Lang seruice ȝarnis ay rewaird.
I can nocht blame thyne excellence,
That I so lang want recompence.
Had I solistit lyke the laue
My reward had nocht bene to craue
Bot now I may weill vnderstand,
[Page]Ane dum man ȝit wan neuer land.
And in the court men gettis na thing
Without inopportune asking.
Allace my sleuth and schamefulnes
Debarrit frame all gredines.
Gredie men that ar diligent
Rycht oft obtenis thare intent,
And failȝeis nocht to conqueis landis,
And namelie at ȝoung Princis handis.
Bot I tuke neuer none vther cure.
In speciall, bot for thy plesure.
Bot now I am na mair dispaird,
Bot I sall get Princelie rewaird,
The quhilk to me sal be mair glore
Nor thame thow did reward afore.
Quhen men dois aske ocht at ane king,
Sulde ask his grace ane nobill thing,
To his Excellence honorabill,
And to the asker proffitabill.
Thocht I be in my asking lidder,
I pray thy grace for to considder.
Thow hes maid baith lordis and lairdis,
And hes gewin mony riche rewairdis
To thame that was full far to seik,
Quhen I lay nychtlie be thy cheik.
¶I tak the Quenis grace thy mother.
My lord Chancellar, and mony vther,
Thy Nuris, and thy auld Maistres,
I tak thame all to beir witnes.
Auld Willie Dillie wer he on lyue,
My lyfe full weill he could discryue.
[Page]Quhow as ane Chapman betis his pak.
I bure thy grace vpon my bak.
And sumtymes stridlingis on my nek,
Dansand with mony bend and bek.
The first sillabis that thow did mute
Was pa, da lyn, vpon the lute.
Than playit I twentie springis perqueir,
Quhilk wes greit piete for to heir,
Fra play thow leit me neuer rest,
Bot gynkertoun thow lufit ay best.
And ay quhen thow come frome the scule
Than I behufit to play the fule.
As I at lenth in to my Dreme,
My sindry seruice did expreme.
Thocht it bene better (as sayis the wyse)
Hap to the court, nor gude seruice.
I wat thow luffit me better than,
Nor now sum wyfe dois hir gude man.
Than men tyll vther did record,
Said Lyndesay, wald be maid ane Lord.
Thow hes maid lordis (Schir) be sanct Geill.
Of sum that hes nacht seruit so weill.
☞To ȝow my Lordis that standis by,
I sall ȝow schaw the causis quhy,
Geue ȝe lyst tary I sall tell,
Quhow my Infortune first befell.
I prayit daylie on my kne,
My ȝoung maister that I micht se,
Of eild in his Estait Royall,
Hauand power Imperiall.
Than traistit I without demand,
[Page]To be promouit to sum land.
Bot my asking I gat ouer sone,
Because ane Clips fell in the Mone,
The quhilk all Scotland maid on s [...]el [...]
Than did my purpose ryn arreis.
The quhilk war langsum to declair,
And als my hart is wounder fair,
Quhen I haue in remembrance,
The suddand change to my myschance.
The King was bot twelf ȝeris of age,
Quhen new rewlaris come in thare rage,
For commoun weill makand no cair,
Bot for thare profeit singulair.
☞Imprudentlie, lyke witles fulis,
Thay tuke that ȝoung Prince from the sculis,
Quhare he vnder Obedience,
Was lern and vertew and science.
And haistelie plat in his hand
The gouernance of all Scotland.
As quho wald in ane stormie blast,
Quhen Matinaris bene al agast
Throw danger of the seis rage,
Wald tak ane Chyld of tender age,
Quhilk neuer had bene vpon the sey,
And to his bidding al obey,
Geuyng hym haill the gouernall
Of schip, Merchand, and Marinall.
For breid of rockis and foreland,
To put the Ruther in his hand.
Without Godds grace is no refuge.
Geue thare be danger, ȝe may Iuge.
I geue thame to the deuill of hell
[Page]Quhilk first deuysit that counsell.
I wyll nocht say that it was tresoun,
Bot I der sweir, it was no resoun.
I pray God, lat me neuer se ring
In to this realme, so ȝoung ane King.
☞I may nocht tary to decydit,
Quhow than the [...]su [...]t ane quhyle was gydit,
Be thame that pertlie luke on hand
To gyde the king and all Scotland.
And als langsum for to declair,
Thare facund flattering wordis fair.
Schir, sum wald say ȝour Maieste
Shall now go to ȝour liberte.
Ȝe sall to no man be coactit,
Nor to the scule no more subiectit.
We think thame verray naturall fulis,
That lernis ouer mekle at the sculis.
Schir, ȝe mon lerne to ryn ane speir,
And gyde ȝow lyke ane man of weir,
For we sall put sic men about ȝow.
That all warld and mo sall dout ȝow.
Than to his grace thay put ane gaird,
Quhilk haistelie gat thare rewaird
Ilk man efter thare qualite
Thay did s [...]li [...] his Maiestie.
Sum gart hym raueli at the rakket,
Sum harlie hym to the hurly hakket.
And sum to scha [...] thare courtlie corsis,
Wald ryed to leith, and ryn there hoissis,
And wichtlie wallop [...]uir the sandis.
Ȝe nowther spairit sp [...]rris nor wandis,
[Page]Castand galmoundꝭ w t bendis and beckis,
For wantones, sum brab thare neckis.
Thare was no play bot cartis and dyce,
And ay schir flatterie bure the pryce.
Roundand and rowkand ane tyll ane vther
Tak thow my part (quod he) my bruther,
And mak betuix vs sicker bandis,
Quhen ocht sall vaik amangis our handis,
That ilk man stand to help his fallow.
I hald thareto man be alhallow,
Swa thow fische nocht within my boundis,
That sall I nocht be goddis woundis,
(Quod he) bot eirar tak thy part.
Swa sall I thyne, be goddis hart.
And geue the Thesaurer be our freind,
Than sall we get baith tak and teind.
Tak he our part, than quha dar wrang vs?
Bot we sail part the pelf amang vs.
Bot haist vs quhill the king is ȝoung,
And lat ilk man, keip weill ane toung
And in ilk quarter haue ane spy
Ws tyll aduertis haistely
Quhen ony casualiteis
Sall happin in tyll our countreis.
Lat vs mak sure prouisioun
Or he cum to discretioun.
No more he wait nor dois ane sanct.
Quhat thing it bene to haue or want.
So or he be of perfyte age
We sall be sicker of our wage,
And syne lat ilk ane carll crane vther.
[Page]That mouth speik mair (quod he) my brother.
For God nor I tar in ane raip,
Thow micht geue counsall to the Paip,
Thus lauborit thay within few ȝeiris,
That thay become no paigis peicis.
S [...]a haistelie thay maid ane hand.
Sum gadderit gold, sum conqueist land.
(Schir) sum wald say, be sanct Dionis,
Geue me sum fat Benefyis,
And all the proffect ȝe sall haue.
Geue me the name, tak ȝow the laue.
Bot be his bowis war weill cummit hame,
To mak seruice he wald think schame.
Syne slip away withouttin more,
Qu [...]en he had gottin, that he sang fore.
Me ch [...]ht it was ane preteous thing,
To se that fair ȝoung tender king,
Of quhome thir gallandis stude none aw.
To play with hym, pluk at the craw.
Thay become riche, I ȝow assure,
Bot ay the Prince remanit pute.
Thare wes few of that garnisoun,
That lernit hym ane gude lessoun.
Bot sum to crak, and sum to clatter.
Sum maid the f [...]le, and sum did flatter.
(Quod ane) the Deuill stik me with ane knyfe,
Bot schir, I knaw ane maid in Fyft,
Ane of the lustiest wantoun lassis,
Quhar to schir, be goddis blude scho passis,
Hald thy toung brother (quod ane vther)
I knaw ane faire [...] be fyftene futher.
[Page](Schir) quhen ȝe pleis to Linlithquo pas,
Thare sall ȝe se ane lustie las.
Now trutill trattil trow low,
(Quod the thrid man) thow dois bot mow,
Quhen his grace cummis to fair Stirling,
Thare sall he se, ane dayis darling.
Schir quod the fourt, tak my counsell,
And go all to the hie bordell,
Thare may we lowp at liberte
Withouttin ony grauite.
Thus euery man said for hym self,
And did amang thame part the pelf.
Bot I (allace) or euer I wyst,
Was trampit doun in to the dust,
With heuy charge withouttin more.
Bot I wyst neuer ȝit quharfore.
And haistelie before my face,
Ane vther slippit in my place,
Quhilk richelie gat his rewaird.
And stylit was the Ancient laird.
That tyme I mycht mak no defence,
Bot tuke perforce in pacience.
Prayand to send thame ane mischance,
That had the Court in gouernance,
The quhilkis aganis me did maling,
Contrair the plesour of the king.
For weill I knew his gracis mynd
Was euer to me trew and kynd,
And contrair thare Intentioun
Gart pay me weill my pensioun.
Thocht I ane quhyle wantit presence,
[Page]He leit me haue no Indigence.
Quhen I durst nother peip nor luke
Ȝit wald I hyde me in ane nuke
To se those vncouth vaniteis.
Quhow thay lyke ony besie beis
Did occupy thare goldin houris
With help of thare new gouernouris.
Bot my complaynt for to compleit,
I gat the sour, and thay the sweit.
Als Ihone Makrery the kingis fule
Gat dowvyll garmountis agane the ȝule.
Ȝit in his maist triumphant glore,
For his reward gat the grand glore.
Now in the Court sendill he gois
In dreid men stramp vpon his tois.
As I that tyme durst nocht be sene
In oppin Court, for baith my Eine.
☞ Allace I haue no tyme to tarie
To schaw ȝow all the ferie farie.
Quhow those that had the gouernance.
Amangis thame selfis raisit variance.
And quho maist to my skaith consentit,
Within few ȝeiris ful sore repentit,
Quhen thay could mak me no remeid,
For thay war harlit out be the heid,
And vtheris tuke the gouerning,
Weil wors than thay in alkin thing.
Thay Lordis tuke no more regaird,
Bot quho mycht purches best rewaird.
Sum to thare freindis gat beneficeis,
And vther sum gat Bischopreis.
[Page]For euery lord, as he thocht best,
Brocht in ane bird to fill the nest,
To be ane wacheman to his marrow.
Thay gan to draw ai the cat harrow.
The proudest Prelatis of the kirk,
Was faine to hyde thame in the mirk
That tyme, so failȝeit wes tharesicht.
Sen syne thay may nocht those the licht
Of Christis trew Gospell to be sene,
So blyndit is thair corporall Ene
With warldlie lustis sensuall,
Taking in realmes the gouernall,
Baith gyding court and sessioun.
Contrair to thare professioun.
Quhare of I think, thay suld haue schame
Of spirituall preistis to tak the name.
For Esayas, in to his wark,
Callis thame lyke Doggis, that can nocht bark,
That callit ar preistis, and can nocht preiche,
Nor Christis law to the peple reiche.
Geue for to preiche, bene thare professioun,
Quhy suld thay mell, with court or Sessioun?
Except it war in spirituall thingis.
Referring vnto lordis and kingis
Temporall causis to be decydit.
Geue thay thare spirituall office gydit,
Ilk man mycht say, thay did thare partis
Bot geue thay can play at the cairtis,
And mollet moylie on ane Mule,
Thocht thay had neuer seue the scule,
Ȝit at this day, als weill as than
[Page]Wyll be maid sic ane spirituall man.
Princis that sic prelatis promouis
Accompt thareof to geue behouis,
Quhilk sall nocht pas but punischement,
Without thay mend, and sore repent,
And with dew ministratioun
Wyrk efter thare vocatioun,
I wys that thing quhilk wyll nocht be
Thir peruerst Prelatis ar so hic.
Frome tyme that thay bene callit lordis,
Thay ar occasioun of discordis,
And largelie wyll propynis hecht,
To gar ilk Lord with vther fecht,
Geue for thare part it may auaill.
Swa to the purpose of my taill,
That tyme in Court rais greit debait,
And euerilk lord did stryue for stait,
That all the realme micht mak no redding,
Quhill on ilk syde thare was blude schedding.
And feildit vther in land and burgh
At Linlithgow, Melros, and Edinburgh.
Bot to deplore, I think greit pane
Of nobyll men, that thare was slane.
And als langsum to be reportit
Of thame quhilk to the Court resortit.
As tyrrannis, tratouris and transgressouris,
And commoun publict plane oppressouris.
Men murdreisaris, and commoun theiffis,
In to that Court gat all releiffis.
Thare was few lordis in all thir landis,
Bot tyll new Regentis maid thare bandis
[Page]Than rais ane reik or euer I wist,
The quhilk gart all thare bandis brist.
Than thay allone, quhilk had the gyding
Thay could nocht keip thare feit frome slyding,
Bot of thare lyffis thay had sic dreid,
That thay war faine tyll trot ouer Tweid.
☞⚜☜
NOw Potent Prince I say to the,
I thank the haly Trinite,
That I haue leuit to se this day,
That all that warld is went away,
And thow to no man art subiectit,
Nor to sic counsalouris coactit.
The four greit vertues Cardinallis
I se thame with the principallis.
For Iustice haldis hir swerd on hie,
With hir ballance of Equite.
And in this realme has maid sic ordour,
Baith throw the hieland, and the bordour,
That Oppressioun, and all his fallowis,
Ar hang it hich vpon the gallowis.
Dame Prudence hes the be the heid
And temporance dois thy brydill leid.
I se Dame Force mak assistance,
Beirand thy Targe of assurance,
And lusty Lady Chaistite
Hes banischit Sensualite
Dame Ryches takis on the sic cure,
I pray God, that scho lang indure,
That Pouerte dar nocht be sene
In to thy hous, for baith hir Ene,
[Page]Bot fra thy grace fled mony mylis,
Amangis the Hountaris in the Ilis.
Dissimulance dar nocht schaw hir face,
Quhilk wount was to begyle thy grace.
Foly is fled out of the toun,
Quhilk ay was contrair to ressoun.
Policie and Peice begynnis to plant,
That verieous men can no thing want.
And as for sleuthfull Idle lownis.
Sall fetterit be in the Gailȝeownis.
Ihone Vponland bene full blyith I trow.
Because the rysche bus, keipis his kow.
Swa is thare nocht I vnderstand,
Without gude ordour in this land,
Except the spiritualite,
Pray and thy grace, thareto haue Ee,
Cause thame mak ministratioun
Conforme to thare vocatioun.
To Precht, with vnfenȝeit intentis.
And trewly vse the Sacramentis
Efter Christis Institutionis.
Leuing thare vane traditionis,
Quhilkis dois the sillie scheip Illude.
Quhame for Christ Iesus sched his blude.
As superstitious pilgramagis,
Prayand to grawin Imagis,
Expres aganis the Lordis command.
I do thy grace tyll vnderstand,
Geue thow to mennis lawis assent
Aganis the Lordis Commandement,
As Ieroboam, and mony mo
[Page]Princis of Israell also
Assentaris to Idolatrie,
Quhilkis punist war rycht pieteouslie,
And frome thare realmes wer rutit out.
So sall thow be withouttin dout,
Baith heir and hyne withouttin more,
And want the euerlesting glore.
Bot geue thow wyll thyne hart inclyne,
And keip his blyssit law deuyne,
As did the faithfull Patriarkis,
Boith in thare wordis, and in thare warkis,
And as did mony faithfull kingis
Of Israell during thare ringis,
As king Dauid, and Salomone
Quha Imagis wald suffer none,
In thare riche Tempillis for to stand,
Because it was nocht Goddis command,
Bot destroy it all Idolatrie
As in the Scripture, thow may see.
Quhose riche reward was heuinly blis,
Quhilk sall be thyne, thow do and this.
¶Sen thow hes chosin sic ane gaird,
Now am I sure, to get rewaird.
And sen thow art the richest king,
That euer in this realme did ring,
Of gold and stonis precious,
Maist prudent and Ingenious.
And hes thy honour done auance
In Scotland, Ingland, and in France,
Be Martiall deidis honorabill,
And art tyll euery vertewabill.
[Page]I wat thy grace nocht misken me,
Bot thow wyll other geue, or len me.
☞Wald thy grace, len me to ane day
Of gold, ane thousand pound, or tway,
And I sall fir with gude intent,
Thy grace ane day of payment,
With Seillit Obligatioun,
Vnder this protestatioun,
Quhen the Bas, and the Ile of May,
Beis set vpon the mont Sinay:
Quhen the Lowmound besyde Falkland,
Beis liftit to Northumberland:
Quhen Kirkmen ȝairnis no dignite,
Nor Wyffis no Soueranite:
Wynter but frost, snaw, wynd, or rane,
Than sall I geue thy gold agane,
Or I sall mak the payment
Efter the day of Iugement,
Within ane moneth at the leist,
Quhen Sanct Peter sall mak ane feist
To all the Fischaris of Aberladie,
Swa thou haue myne Acquittance reddie.
Failȝeand thareof, be sanct Phillane,
Thy grace gettis neuer ane grote agane.
¶Giue thow be nocht content of this,
I man requeist the King of blis,
That he to me haue sum regaird,
And cause thy grace me to rewaird.
For Dauid King of Israell,
Quhilk was the greit Propheit Royall.
[Page]Sayis, God hes haill at his command
The hartis of Princis in his hand.
Ewin as he list thame for to turne,
That man thay do without sudgeorne.
Sum tyll exalt to dignite.
And sum to depryue in pouerte.
Sum tyme of layit men, to mak lordis,
And sum tyme lordis to bind in cordis,
And thame alutterlie distroy,
As plesis God, that royall Roy.
For thow art bot ane Instrument
To that greit King Omnipotent.
So, quhen it plesis his excellence,
Thy grace sall mak me recompence.
Or he sall cause me stand content,
Of quiet lyfe, and sober rent.
And tak me in my letter age
Vnto my sempyll Hermitage,
And spend that my Eldaris wun,
As did Diogenes in his twn.
Of this complaynt with mynd full meik,
Thy gracis answeir (Schir) I beseik.
FINIS.
Quod Lyndesay to the King.

The tragedie of the Vmquhyle maist Reuerend Father Dauid be the Mercy of God, Cardinall, and Archebischop of Sanctandr [...]is. &c. Compylit be Schir Dauid Lyndesay of the mont Knicht, Alias, Lyoun, King of Armes.

Mortales Cum Natisitis, ne supra
Deum Vos Erexeritis.

☞THE PROLOG.

NOCHT Lang ago efter the hour of prime.
Secreitly sitting in myne Oratorie.
I tuke ane Buke till occupie the tyme,
Quhare I fand mony Tragedie and storie,
Quhilk Ihone Boccace, had put in memorie.
Quhow mony Princis, Conquerourꝭ ād Kingis
War dulefullie deposit, frome thare ringis.
Quhow Alexander, the potent Conquerour
In Babilon was poysonit pieteouslie.
And Iulius, the michtie Emperour
Murdreist at Rome, causles and cruellie.
Prudent Pompey, in Egypt schamefullie,
He murdreist was, quhat nedith proces more?
Quhose Tragedyis, war pietie till deplore.
¶ I sitting so, vpon my Buke reding,
Rycht suddantlie, a fore me did appeir
Ane woundit man, aboundantlie bleiding,
With visage paill, and with ane deidlie their.
Semand ane man of two and fiftie ȝeit,
In Rayment reid, clothit full curiouslie,
Of weluoit and of Satyn Crammosie.
With febill voce, as man opprest with pane,
Softlie he maid me supplicatioun.
Sayand, my freind, go reid, and reid agane,
Geue thow can find, be trew Narratioun
Of ony pane lyke to my passioun.
Richt sure I an [...] at Ihone Boceace on lyue,
My Tragedie at lenth he wald descryue.
Sen he is gone, I pray the tyll indyte
Of my Infortune sum Remembrance.
Or at the leist, my Tragedie to wryt,
As I to the sall schaw the Circumstance,
In termis breue of my vnhappy chance,
Sen my beginnyng, tyll my fatall end.
Quhilk I wald till all creature wer kend.
¶ I not said I, mak sic memoriall
But of thy name I had Intelligence.
I am Dauid, that cairfull Cardinall
Quhilk doith appeir (said he) to thy presence.
That vmquhyle had so greit preeminence.
Than he began, his deidis tyll indyte
As ȝe sall heir, and I began to wryte.
❧ I Dauid Betoun Vmquhyle Cardinall,
Of nobill blude, be lyne I did discend,
During my tyme I had no peregall.
Bot now is cum, allace my fatall end.
Ay gre, be gre vpwart I did ascend
Swa that in to this realme did neuer ring
So greit one man as I, vnder ane king
Quhen I was ane ȝoung Ioly gentill man,
Princis to serue, I set my hole intent.
First tyll ascend, at Arbroith I began
Ane Abbacie, of greit riches and rent.
Of that estait, ȝit was I nocht content,
To get more ryches, dignite, and glore,
My hart was set, allace, allace, tharefore.
I maid sic seruice tyll our Souerane king,
He did Promoue me tyll more hie estate.
One Prince abufe al preistis for til ring,
Archebischop of Sanctandrois consecrate.
Tyll that honour quhen I was Eleuate,
My prydefull hart was nocht content at all,
Tyll that I create wes ane Cardinall.
Ȝit preissit I tyll haue more authorite.
And finallie, was chosin Chancellair.
And for vphalding of my dignite,
Was maid Legate than had I no compair.
I purchest for my proffect singulair,
My Boris, and my Thresure tyll auance.
The Bischoprik of Mecepois in France.
Of all Scotland, I had the Gouernall,
But my a wyfe concludit wes no thing
Abbot, Bischop, Archebischop, Cardinall,
In to this Realme no hieat culd I ting,
Bot I had bene Pape, Empriour, or King.
For schortnes of the tyme, I am nocht abill
At lenth to schaw, my actis honorabill.
¶For my most Princelie Prodigalite,
Amang Prelatis in France I bure the pryse.
I schew my Lordlie Liberalite,
In Banketting, playing, at cartis and Dyse.
In to sic wysedome, I was haldin wyse.
And sparit nocht to play with king, nor knicht
Thre thousand crownis of gold vpon ane nicht.
In France, I maid seir honest Voyagis,
Quhare I did Actis digne of Remembrance.
Throuch me war maid Tryūphant Mariagis,
Tyll our Souerane boith proffet and plesance.
Quene Magdalene, the first Dochter of France,
With greit ryches was in to Scotland brocht.
That mariage throch my wisedom it was wrocht
Efter quhose deith, in France I past agane,
The secunde Quene, homewart I did conuoy.
That lustie Princes, Marie de Lorane,
Quhilk wes resauit with greit triumphe & Ioy.
So seruit I our richt Redoutit Roy.
Sone efter that, Harie of Ingland king
Of our Souerane, desirit ane commoning.
Of that meting, our king wes weill content,
So that in Ȝork, was set boith tyme and place.
Bot our Prelatis, nor I, wald neuer consent,
That he suld se, King Harie in the face,
Bot we wer weill content, quhowbeit his grace
Had saillit the sey, to speik with ony vther,
Except yat king, quhilk was his mother brother.
Quhait throch yar rose, greit weir & mortal stryfe
Greit heirschipꝭ, hunger, derth, and desolatioun.
On ather syde, did mony lose thare lyfe,
Geue I wald mak ane trew Narratioun,
I causit all that tribulatioun.
For tyll tak peace, I neuer wald consent,
With our the king of france had bene content.
Duryng this weir, wartaking presoneiris,
Of nobyll men, fechting full furiouslie
Mony one Lord, Barroun, and Bacheleiris,
Quhar throuch our king tuk sic melancholie,
Quhilk draue hym to the deid richt dulcfullie.
Extreme Dolour ouirset did so his hart,
That frome this lyfe, allace, he did depart.
Bot efter that boith strenth & speiche wes leisit,
Ane paper blank, his grace I gart subscryue,
In to the quhilk, I wrait all that I pleisit,
Efter his deith, quhilk lang war tyll descryue
Throuch that writting, I purposit belyue,
With support of sum Lordis beneuolence,
In this Regioun till haue Preeminence.
As for my Lord, our richteous Gouernour,
Geue I wald schortlie schaw the veritie,
Till hym I had no maner of fauour,
During that tyme, I purposit that he
Suld neuer cum to none Auctorite.
For his support tharefor he brocht amang vs,
Furth of Ingland, the nobyll Erle of Angus.
Than was I put abak frome my purpose,
And suddandlie cast in Captiuite,
My prydefull hatt to dant, as I suppose
Deuysit be the hich Diuinite.
Ȝit in my hart, sprang no humylite,
Bot now the word of God full weill I knaw,
Quho dois exalt hym self, God sall hym law.
In the meine tyme, quhen I was so subiectit,
Ambassadouris war sent in to Ingland.
Quhare thay boith peice, and mariage cōtractit.
And more surelie, for tyll obserue that band,
War promist diuers plegis of Scotland.
Of that contract, I wes no way content,
Nor neuer wald thare to geue my consent.
Tyll Capitanis, that keipit me in waird,
Giftis of gold, I gaue thame greit plente
Rewlatis of court, I richelie did reward,
Quhare throuch I chaipit frome Captiuite.
Bot quhen I was fre, at my liberte,
Than lyke ane Lyon, lowsit of his Cage.
Out throuch this realme, I gan to reil and rage.
Contrar the Gouernour, and his companie,
Oft tymes maid I insurrectioun.
Purposing for till haue hym haistelie.
Subdewit vnto my correctioun.
Or put hym tyll extreme subiectioun.
Duryng this tyme, geue it war weill decydit,
This realme be me was vtterlie deuydit.
The Gouernour purposing to subdew,
I rasit ane oist of mony bald Barroun,
And maid ane raid, quhilk Lithgow ȝit may rew,
For we destroyit ane myle about the town.
For that I gat mony blak malisoun.
Ȝit contrair the Gouernouris intent.
With our ȝōng Princes, we to Striuiling went.
For hich contemptioun of the Gouernour,
I brocht the Erle of Lennox, furth of France.
That lustie Lord, leuand in greit plesour,
Did lose that land and honest Ordinance.
Bot he and I, fell sone at variance.
And throch my counsall, was within schort space,
For faltit and flemit, he gat none vther grace.
Than throuch my prudence, practik and ingyne,
Our Gouernour I causit to consent
Full quyetlie, to my counsall inclyne.
Quhare of his Nobilis, war nocht weil content.
For quhy, I gurt dissolue in plane Parliament,
The band of peite, contractit with Ingland.
Quharthroch c [...]e harme, & heirschip to scotlād.
That pece brokin, arois new mortall weiris,
Be sey, and land, sic reif, without releif,
Quhilk to report, my frayit hart effeiris,
The verite to schaw in termis breif,
I was the rute, of all that greit mischeif.
The south countre may say, it had bene gude,
That my Nurice, had smorit me in my cude.
I wes the cause of mekle more mischance
For vphald, of my glore, and dignite,
And plesour of the potent King of france,
With Ingland wald I haue no vnite,
Bot quho considder wald the verite,
We micht full weill haue leuit in peice and rest,
Nyne or ten ȝeitis, and than playit louse or fast.
Had we with Ingland keipit our contrackis,
Our nobyll men, had leuit in peice and rest.
Our Merchādis had nocht lost so mony packis,
Our commoun peple had nocht bene opprest.
On ather syde, all wrangis had bene redrest.
Bot Edinburgh sen syne, Leith and Kingorne,
The day, and hour, may ban that I was borne,
Our Gouernour, to mak hym to me sure,
With sweit, and subtell wordis, I did hym syle,
Tyll I his Sone, and Air, gat in my cure.
To that effect I fand that crafty wyle,
That he no maner of way [...]ycht me begyle
Than leuch I quhen his liegis did allege,
How I his Sone had gottin in to plege.
The Erle of Angus, and his Germane brother.
I purposit, to gar thame lose thare lyfe.
Rycht so tyll haue destroyit mony vthtr,
Sum with the fyre, sū with the sword and knyfe.
In speciall, mony gentyll men of fyfe.
And purposit tyll put to greit Torment
All fauoreris of the auld, and new Testament.
Than euery man, thay tuke of me sic feir,
That tyme, quhen I had so greit gouernance.
Greit Lordis dreiding, I suld do thame deir,
Thay durst nocht cum tyll court but assurance
Sen syne thair hes nocht bene sic variance.
Now tyll our Prince Barronis obedientlie,
But assurance, thay cum full courteslie.
My hope was most in to the king of France,
To gidder with the Popis holynes.
More than in God, my worschip tyll auance.
I traistit so in to thare gentilnes,
That no man durst presume me tyll oppres.
Bot quhen the day come of my fatall hour,
Far was frome me, thare support and succour.
Than to preserue my ryches, and my lyfe,
I maid one strenth of wallis hich and braid.
Sic ane Fortres wes neuer found in fyfe.
Beleuand thare, durst no man me inuaid.
Now fynd I trew the saw quhilk Dauid said:
Without God of ane hous be maister of wark,
He wirkis in vane, thocht it be neuer so stark.
For I was throuch the hi [...] power Deuine,
Rycht dulefullie doung doun amang the as,
Quhilk culd not be throch mortal mānis ingyne,
Bot as Dauid did slay the greit Golias,
Or Holopherne, be Iudith keillit was
In myd amang his triumphant Armie,
So was I slane in to my cheif Ciete.
Quhen I had greitest Dominatioun,
As Lucifer had in the heuin Empyre,
Came suddandlie my Depriuatioun.
Be thame quhilk did my dolent deith conspyre.
So cruell was thare furious birnand Ire,
I gat no tyme, layser, nor liberte
To say, ☞ In Manus tuas Domine.
☞BEhald my Fatall Infelicite,
I beand in my strenth, Incomparabill,
That dreidfull Dungeoun maid me no supple,
My greit ryches, nor tentis proffitabill,
My Syluer work, Iowellis inestimabill,
My Papall pompe, of gold my ryche thresour,
My lyfe and all, I lost in half ane hour.
To the peple wes maid ane Spectakle,
Of my deid, and deformit Carioun.
Sum said it was ane manifest Myrakle.
Sum said it was Diuine Punitioun
So to be slane, in to my strang Doungeoun.
Quhen euery man had Iugit as hym list,
Thay Saltit me, syne closit me in ane kist.
I lay vnburyit sewin monethis and more,
Or I was borne, to closter, kirk, or queir,
In ane midding, quhilk pane bene tyll deplore,
Without suffrage, of Chanoun, Monk, or freir.
All proude Prelatis at me may Lessonis leir,
Quhilk rang so lang, and so triumphantlie,
Syne in the duct doung doun so dulefullie.

☞TO THE PRELATIS.

O ȝe My Brether Princis of the Preistis,
I mak ȝow hartly Supplicatioun,
Boith nyckt and day reuolue in to ȝour breistis
The Proces of my Depriuatioun.
Considder quhat bene ȝour Vocatioun.
To follow me, I pray ȝow nocht pretend ȝow,
Bot reid at lenth, this Cedull that I send ȝow.
Ȝe knaw quhow Iesus his Discipulis sent,
Ambassadouris till euery Natioun,
To schaw his law, and his commandement
To all peple, by Predicatioun.
Tharefor, I mak to ȝow Narratioun,
Sen ȝe to thame ar verray Successouris,
Ȝe aucht tyll do as did ȝour Predecessouris.
Quhow dar ȝe be so bauld tyll tak on hand,
For to be Herraldis to so greit ane King,
To beir his Message, boith to burgh and land,
Ȝe beand dum, and can pronunce no thing.
Lyke Menstralis, that can nocht play nor sing.
Or quhy suld men geue to sic Hirdis hyre,
Quhilk can not gyde thare scheip about y e myre.
Eschame ȝe nocht to be Christis seruitouris,
And for ȝour fee, hes greit temporall landis?
Syne of ȝour office, can nocht tak the curis,
As Cannone Law, & Scripture ȝow cōmandis.
Ȝe wyll nocht want, teind scheif, nor offerandis,
Teynd woll, teind lamb, teind Calf, teind gryce and guse,
To mak seruice ȝe ar al out of vse.
My deir brether do nocht as ȝe war wount,
Amend ȝour lyfe now, quhill ȝour day Induris.
Traist weill ȝe sall, be callit to ȝour count
Of euerilk thyng, belanging to ȝour curis.
Leif hasartrie, ȝour harlottie, and huris,
Remembring on my vnprouisit deid.
For efter deith, may no man mak remeid.
Ȝe Prelatꝭ quhilkꝭ hes thousandis for to spend,
Ȝe send ane sempyll freir, for ȝow to preiche,
It is ȝour craft, I mak it to ȝow kend.
Ȝour selfis, in ȝour Templis for to preiche,
Bot ferlie nocht, thocht syllie freiris fleiche,
For and thay planelie, schaw the verite,
Than wyll thay want the Bischopis cherite.
Quharefor bene gewin ȝow sic Royall rent?
Bot for tyll fynd the peple Spirituall fude,
Preichand to thame, the auld & new Testament,
The law of God, doith planelie so conclude,
Put nocht ȝour hope in to no warldlie gude,
As I haue done, behauld my greit thresour,
Maid me no help at my vnhappie hour.
That day quhen I was Bischop consecrait,
The greit Byble, wes bound vpon my bak.
Quhat wes tharein, lytle I knew God wait,
More than ane beist, berand ane precious pak.
Bot haistelie, my conuenant I brak
For I wes oblissit with my awin consent.
The law of God to preiche with gude intent.
¶Brether richt so quhen ȝe wer consecrait
Ȝe oblissit ȝow all on the samyn wyse
Ȝe may be callit Bischoppis countrefait,
As Gallandis buskit for to mak ane gyse.
Now think I Prineis, ar no thing to pryse,
Tyll geue ane famous office tyll ane fule,
As quho wald put ane Myter on ane Mule.
Allace, and ȝe that sorrowfull sicht had sene,
Quhow I lay bullerand, bathit in my blude,
To mend ȝour lyfe, it had occasioun bene
And leif ȝour auld, corruptit conswetude.
Failȝeing thare of, than schortlie I conclude,
Without ȝe frome ȝour ribaldrie aryse,
Ȝe sall be seruit, on the samyn wyse.

❧TO THE PRINCIS.

¶Imprudent Princis but discretioun
Hauyng in eirth power Imperiall,
Ȝe bene the cause of this Transgressioun.
I speik to ȝow all in to generall,
Quhilk doith dispone all office spirituall,
Geuand the saulis, quhilkꝭ bene Christis scheip,
To blind Pastouris but conscience to keip.
Quhen ȝe Princis doith laik ane officiar,
Ane Baxter, Browster, or ane maister Cuke,
Ane trym Tailȝeour, ane cunnyng Cordynar,
Ouir all the land, at lenth ȝe wyll gar luke,
Most abill men, sic officis tyll bruke.
Ane Browster, quhilk can brew most hoilsū aill,
Ane cūnyng Cuke, quhilk best can sessoun caill.
Ane Tailȝeour quhilk hes fosterit bene in frāce,
That can mak garmentis on the gayest gyse.
Ȝe Princis bene the cause of this mischance,
That quhen thare doith vaik ony benefyse,
Ȝe aucht tyll do vpon the samyn wyse.
Ga [...]serche, and seik, baith in to burgh and land,
The law of God quho best can vnderstand.
Mak hym Bischop that prudentlie can preiche,
A [...] dois pertene tyll his vocatioun.
Ane [...]ione, quhilk his Parischoun can teiche.
Ga [...] V [...]caris mak dew Ministratioun.
And als I mak ȝow supplicatioun,
Mak ȝour Abbottis of richt Religious men,
Quhilk to the peple Christis law can ken.
Bot not to rebaldis, new cum frome the rost.
Nor of ane stuffat, stollin out of ane stabill,
The quhilk in to the scule maid neuer na cost,
Nor neuer was tyll Spirituall science abill,
Except the cartis, the dyce, the ches, and tabill,
Of Rome raikeris, nor of rude Ruffianis,
Of calsay Paikeris, nor of Publicanis.
Nor of Fantastike▪ fenȝeit flatteraris,
Most meit to gather mussillis in to May.
Of Cowhubeis, nor ȝit of clatteraris,
That in the kirk, can nother sing nor say
Thocht thay be clokit vp i [...] Clerkis array,
Lyke doitit Doctoris new cum out of Athenis.
And mūmyll ouer ane pair of maig [...]t matenis.
Nocht qualifyit, to bruke ane Benefyis,
Bot throuch schir Symonis solistatioun.
I was promouit on the samyn wyis,
Allace throuch Princis supplicatioun.
And maid at Rome throuch fals Narratioun,
Bischop, Abbot, bot no Religious man.
Quho me promouit, I now thare banis [...]
Quhowbeit I was Legate, and Cardinall,
Lytle I knew, tharein quhat suld be done
I vnderstude no science spirituall,
No more than did blind Alane of the mone.
I dreid the king that sittith hich aboue,
On ȝow Princis sall mak sore punischement,
Rycht so on vs throuch richteous Iugement.
On ȝow Princis for vndiscreit geuing,
Tyll Ignorantis, sic officis tyll vse.
And we, for our Inoportune asking,
Quhilk suld haue done sic dignite refuse.
Our Ignorance, hes done the warld abuse
Throuch Couetice of riches, and of rent.
That euer I was ane Prelate I repent.
O Kingis mak ȝe no cair to geue in cure,
Virginis profest in to Religioun,
In tyll the keiping of ane commoun hure?
To mak think ȝe nocht greit derisioun,
Ane woman Persone of ane Parisoun?
Quhare thare bene two thousand saulis to gyde,
That frome harlottis can not hir hippis hyde.
Quhat and king Dauid leuit in thir dayis,
Or out of heuin quhat and he lukit down,
The quhilk did found so mony fair Abbayis?
Seand the greit Abhominatioun
In mony abbayis, of this Natioun,
He wald repent that Narrowit so his boundis,
Of ȝeirly rent, thre score of thousand poundis.
Quharfore I counsall euerilk Christiane king,
Within his realme mak Reformatioun
And suffer no mo Rebaldis, for to ring,
Abufe Christis trew Congregatioun.
Failȝeing thareof I mak Narratioun,
That ȝe Princis, and Prelatis all at onis,
Sall bureit be in hell, Saule, blude, and bonis.
¶That euer I brukit Benefice I rew,
Or to sic hicht so proudely did pretend.
I man depart, tharefor my freindis adew,
Quhare euer it plesith God, now man I wend.
I pray the till my freindis me Recommend,
And failȝe nocht at lenth, to put in wryte
My Tragedie, as I haue done Indyte.
FINIS.

The deploratioun of The Deith of Quene Magdalene. ☞ ✚ ☜

O Cruell Deith, to greit is thy puissance
Deuorar of all erthlie leuyng thingis
Adam, we may the wyit of this mischāce
In thy default, this cruell tyrane ringis
And spairis nother Empryour nor Kingis.
And now allace hes reft furth of this land
The flour of France, and confort of Scotland.
¶Father Adam allace that thow abusit
Thy fre wyll, being Inobedient,
Thow chesit Deith, and lesting lyfe refusit,
Thy Successioun allace, that may repent
That thow hes maid mankynd so Impotent,
That it may mak to Deith, no resistance.
Exemple of our Quene, the flour of France.
O dreidfull Dragoun, with thy dulefull dart,
Quhilk did nocht spair, of Feminine the flour,
Bot cruellie did pers hir throuch the hart,
And wald nocht giue hir respite for ane hour,
To remane with hir Prince, and Paramour,
That scho at laiser, mycht haue tane licence,
Scotland on the, may cry ane loud vengeance.
Thow leit Mathusalem, leif nine houndreth ȝeir
Thre score and nyne, bot in thy furious rage.
Thow did deuore, this ȝoung Princes but peir,
Or scho was compleit, seuintene ȝeir of age,
[Page]Gredie gorman, quhy did thow nocht asswage,
Thy furious rage, contrair that lustie Quene,
Tyll we sum fruct, had of hir bodie sene.
O Dame Nature, thow did no diligence,
Contrair this theif quhilk al y e warld cōfoundis.
Had thow with naturall targis maid defence,
That brybour had nocht cūmit w tin hir boundis,
And had bene sauit frome sic mortall stoundis,
This mony ane ȝeir bot quhair was thy discreti­on
That leit hir pas, til we had sene succession.
☞ O Venus, with thy blynd sone Cupido,
Fy on ȝow baith, that maid no resistance,
In to ȝour Court, ȝe neuer had sic two.
So leill Luffaris without dissimulance.
As Iames the Fift, and Magdalene of France,
Discending boith of blude Imperiall,
To quhome in lufe, I find no perigall.
☞For as Leander swame outthrow the flude,
To his fair Lady Hero, mony nichtis,
So did this prince, throw bulryng stremis wode
With Erlis, baronis, squyaris, & with knichtis,
Contrair Neptune, and Gol and thare michtis,
And left his Realme in greit disesperance,
To seik his Lufe, the first Dochter of France.
And scho lyke prudent Quene Penelope,
Ful cōstantlie wald change hym for none vther,
And for his plesour, left hir awin countre,
Without regard, to Father or to Mother,
Takyng no cure of Sister, nor of Brother,
Bot schortlie tuke hir leif, and left thame all,
[Page]For lufe of hym, to quhome lufe maid hir thrall.
O dame Fortune quhare was thy greit confort,
Till hir to quhome thow was so fauorable,
Thy slyding gyftis, maid hir no support,
Hir hie synage, nor Riches intellible,
I se thy puissance bene bot variable,
Quhen hir father the most hie cristinit King,
Till his deir Chyld, mycht mak no supporting.
The potent Prince, hir lustie lufe and knicht,
With his most hardie Noblis of Scotland,
Contrair that bailfull bribour had no micht,
Thocht all the men had bene at his command,
Of France, Flanderis, Italie, and Ingland,
With fiftie thousand Millioun of tresour,
Mycht nocht prolong that Ladyis lyfe ane hour.
O Paris of all Citeis principall,
Quhilk did resaue our Prince with laud & glorie
Solempnitlie throw Arkis triumphall
Quhilk day bene digne to put in memorie.
For as Pompey efter his Victorie,
Was in to Rome, resauit with greit Ioy,
So thow resauit, our richt redoutit Roy.
Bot at his Mariage maid vpon the morne,
Sic solace, and Solempnizatioun,
Was neuer sene afore, sen Christ was borne,
Nor to Scotland sic consolatioun,
Thare selit was, the confirmatioun,
Of the weill keipit ancient alliance,
Maid betuix Scotlād, and the realme of france,
I neuer did se, one day more glorious
So mony in so riche abilȝementis,
Of Silk and gold, with stonis precious,
Sic Banketting, sic sound of Instrumentis,
With sang, and dance, & Martiall tornamentis,
Bot lyke ane storme, efter ane plesand morrow,
Sone was our solace, changit in to sorrow.
O traytour deith, quhom none may contramand,
Thow mycht haue sene, the preparatioun,
Maid be the thre Estaitis of Scotland,
With greit confort, and consolatioun
In euerilk Ciete, Castell, Toure, and Town,
And how ilk Nobill, set his hole intent
To be excellent in Habilȝement.
Theif, saw thow nocht, the greit preparatiuis,
Of Edinburgh, the Nobill famous toun,
Thow saw the peple, labouring for thare lyuis,
To mak triumphe, with trump and Clarioun,
Sic plesour was neuer in to this Regioun
As suld haue bene, the day of hir entrace,
With greit propynis, geuin till hir grace.
Thow saw makand rycht costlie scaffalding,
Depayntit weill, with Gold and asure fyne,
Reddie preparit, for the vpsetting,
With Fontanis flowing, watter cleir and wyne,
Disagysit folkis, lyke Creaturis deuyne,
On ilk scaffold, to play ane syndrie storie,
Bot all in greiting, turnit thow that glorie.
Thow saw mony ane lustie fresche galland,
Weill ordourit for resauing of thair Quene,
Ilk Craftisman with bent bow in his hand,
Full galȝeartlie in schort clething of grene,
The honest Burges, cled thow suld haue sene,
Sum in scarlot, and sum in claith of grane,
For till haue met thare Lady Souerane.
Prouest, Baillies, and lordis of the toun,
The Senatouris in ordour consequent,
Cled in to Silk of Purpure blak and brown,
Syne the greit Lordis of the Parliament,
With mony knychtlie Barroun, and baurent,
In Silk and Gold, in colouris consortable,
Bot thow allace, all turnit in to sable.
Syne all the Lordis of Religioun,
And Princes of the preistis venerable,
Full plesandlie in thare Processioun,
With all the cunnyng Clerkis honorable,
Bot thiftuouslie thow Tyrane tresonable,
All thare greit solace, and Solempniteis,
Thow turnit in till dulefull Dirigeis.
Syne nixt in Ordour passing throw the toun,
Thow suld haue hard the din of Instrumentis,
Of Tabrone, Trumpet, Schalme, & Clarioun,
With reird redoundand throw the Elementis,
The Herauldis, with thare awfull Vestimentis,
With Maseris, vpon ather of thare handis,
To rewle the preis, with burneist siluer wandis.
Syne last of all in Ordour triumphall,
That most Iliuster Princes honorable,
With hir the lustie Ladyis of Scotland,
Quhilk suld haue bene, anie sycht most delectable
Hir rayment to rehers, I am nocht able,
Of Gold and perle, and precious stonis brycht
Twynkling lyke sterris in ane frostie nycht.
Vnder ane Pale of gold, scho suld haue past,
Be Burgessis borne, clothie in silkis fyne,
The greit Maister of houshold all thare last.
With hym in ordour all the Kingis tryne,
Quhais ordinance, war langsum to defyne.
On this maner, scho passing throw the toun.
Suld haue resauit mony benisoun,
Of Virginis, and of lustie burges wylffis,
Quhilk suld haue bene, ane sycht celestiall.
Viue la Royne, cryand for thare lyiffis,
With ane Harmonious sound Angelicall,
In euerilk corner, myrthis Musicall,
Bot thow tyrane, in quhome is found no grace,
Our Alleluya, hes turnit in allace.
Thow suld haue hard, the ornate Oratouris,
Makand hir hienes Salutatioun,
Boith of the Clergy, toun and counsalouris,
With mony Notable Narratioun,
Thow suld haue sene hir Coronatioun,
In the fair Abbay of the Holy rude,
In presence of ane myrthfull multitude.
Sic Banketing, sic aufull Tornamentis,
On hors & fute, that tyme quhilk suld haue bene,
Sic Chappell Royall, with sic Instrumentis,
And craftie Musick, singing frome the splene,
In this countre, was neuer hard nor sene,
Bot all this greit solempnite and gam,
Turnit thow hes, In Requiem aeternam.
Inconstant warld, thy freindschip I defy;
Sen strenth, nor wisdome riches nor honour
Vertew nor bewtie, none may certefy,
Within thy boundis, for to remane ane hour,
Quhat valith to the king or Empryour,
Sen pryncely puissance, may nocht be exemit,
Frō Deith, quhose dolour can nocht be expremit.
Sen man in erth, hes na place permanent.
Bot all mon passe, be that horrible port,
Lat vs pray to the Lord Omnipotent,
That dulefull day, to be our greit comfort,
That in his Realme, we may with hym resort,
Quhilkꝭ from y e hell, w t his blude ransonit bene,
With Magdalene, vmquhyle of scotlād Quene.
O Deith, thocht thow the bodie may deuore
Of euery man, ȝit hes thow no puissance,
Of thare vertew, for to consume the glore,
As salbe sene, of Magdalene of France,
Vmquhyle our quene, quhom Poetis sal auance
And put hir in perpetuall memorie,
So sail hir fame, of the haue Victorie.
Thocht thou hes slane y e heuinly flour of France
Quhilk Impit was, in to the Chrissill kene,
Quharein all Scotland saw thair hail plesance,
And maid the Lyoun reioysit frome the splene,
Thocht rute be pullit frome the leuis grent,
The smell of it, sall in dispyte of the,
Keip ay twa Realmes, in Peice and Amite.
Quod Lindesay.

The Answer quhilk schir Dauid Lindesay maid to y e Kingis Flyting. ☞✚☜

REdoutit Roy, ȝour ragment I haue red,
Quhilk dois perturb my dull Intendemēt.
From ȝour flyting, wald God, y t I wer fred.
Or ellis sum Tygerris toung wer to me lent.
Schir, pardone me, thocht I be Impacient,
Quhilk bene so w t ȝour prunȝeand pen detractit,
And rude report, frome Venus Court deiectit.
Lustie Ladyis, that ȝour Libellis lukis
My cumpanie, dois hald abhominable,
Commandand me beir cumpanie to the Cukis,
Moist lyke ane Deuill, thay hald me detestable.
Thay banis me sayand, I am nocht able
Thame to compleis, or preis to thare presence.
Apon ȝour pen, I cry ane loud vengeance,
Wer I ane Poeit, I suld preis with my pen
To wreik me on ȝour wennemous wryting.
Bot I man do, as dog dois in his den,
Fald baith my feit, or fle fast frome ȝour flyting.
[Page]The mekle Deuil may nocht indure ȝour dyting.
Quhare for, Cor mundum crea in me, I cry,
Proclamand ȝow, the Prince of Poetry.
Schir with my Prince, pertenit me nocht to pley.
Bot sen ȝour grace, hes geuin me sic command,
To mak answer, it must neidis me obey,
Thocht ȝe be now strang lyke ane Elephand,
And in till Venus werkis maist vailȝeand,
The day wyll cum, and that within few ȝeiris,
That ȝe wyll draw at laiser with ȝour ferris.
Quhat can ȝe say forther, bot I am tailȝeit
In Venus werkis, I grant schir, that is trew.
The tyme hes bene, I wes better artailȝeit,
Nor I am now, bot ȝit full fair I rew,
That euer I did Mouth thankles so persew.
Quhare for tak tent, and ȝour fyne powder spair.
And waist it nocht, bot gyf ȝe wit weill quhair.
Thocht ȝe rin rudelie, lyke ane restles Ram,
Schutand ȝour bolt, at mony sindrie schellis,
Beleif richt weill, it is ane bydand gam.
Quharefore bewar, with dowbling of the bellis,
For mony ane dois haist thair awin saule knellis.
And speciallie, quhen that the well gois dry,
Syne can nocht get agane, sic stufe to by.
I giue ȝour counsale, to the feynd of hell,
That wald nocht of ane Princes ȝow prouide.
Tholand ȝow rin schutand frome schell to schell,
Waistand ȝour corps, leitand the tyme ouerslyde
[Page]For lyke ane boisteous Bull, ȝe rin and ryde
Royatouslie lyke ane rude Rubeatour,
Ay fukkand lyke ane furious Fornicatour.
On Ladronis for to loip, ȝe wyll nocht lat,
Howbeit the Caribaldis cry, the corinoch.
Remember how besyde the masking fat,
Ȝe caist ane quene, ov (er)thort ane stinking troch
That feynd with fuffilling of hir roistit hoch,
Caist doun the fat, quharthrow drink draf & iuggis
Come rudely rinnād dōn about ȝour luggis.
Wald God the Lady that luffit ȝow best
Had sene ȝow thair ly swetterand lyke twa swyne.
Bot to indyte how that duddroun wes drest,
Drowkit w t dreggꝭ, quhimpecād w t mony quhryne,
That proces to report, it wer ane pyne.
On ȝour behalf, I thank God tymes ten sco [...]e,
That ȝow preseruit, frō gut, & frome grandgore.
Now schir fairweill, because I can nocht flyte.
And thocht I could, I wer nocht tyll auance,
Aganis ȝour ornate Meter to indyte.
Bot ȝit be war, with lawbouring of ȝour lance.
Sū sayis thare cūmis ane bukler furth of france.
Quhilk wyll indure ȝour dintis, thocht thay be dour
Fairweill of flowand Rethorik y e flour.
Quod Lindesay in his flyting
Aganis the Kingis dyting.

The Complaint and Publiet Confessioun of the Kingis auld Hound, callit Bagsche, directit to Bawte, the Kingis best belouit Dog, and his Companȝeonis. Maid at Command of King Iames the Fyft, be Schit Dauid Lindesay of the Mont Knycht, Alias, Lyoun king of Armes. &c.

ALlace, quhome to suld I complayne
In my extreme Necessitie.
Or quhameto sall I mak my maine,
In Court na Dog wyll do for me.
Beseikand sum for Cherite
To beir my Supplicatioun,
To Scudlar, Luffra, and Bawte.
Now or the King pas of the toun.
I haue followit the Court so lang,
Quhill in gude faith I may no mair.
The Countre knawis I may nocht gang,
I am so crukit, auld, and sair,
That I wait nocht quhare to repair.
For quhen I had authorite,
I thocht me so familiar,
I neuer dred necessite.
I rew the race that Geordie Steill
Brocht Bawte to the kingis presence.
I pray God lat hym neuer do weill,
Sen syne I gat na audience.
[Page]For Bawte now gettis sic credence,
That he lyis on the Kingis nycht goun.
Quhare I perforce for my offence,
Man in the clois ly lyke ane loun.
For I haif bene ay to this hour,
Ane witrear of lamb and hog,
Ane tyrrane, and ane Tulȝeour,
Ane murdreissar of mony ane dog.
Fyue foullis I chaist outthroch ane scrog,
Quharefor thare motheris did me warie.
For thay war drownit all in ane bog.
Speir at Ihone Gordoun of Pittarie.
Quhilk in his hous did bryng me vp,
And vsit me to slay the deir.
Sweit milk and meill he gart me sup,
That craft I leirnit sone perqueir.
All vther vertew ran arreir,
Quhen I began to bark and flyte.
For thare was nother Monk nor freir,
Nor wyfe nor barne, bot I wald byte.
Quhen to the King the care was knawin
Of my vnhappy hardines,
And all the suth vnto hym schawin
How euerilk dog, I did oppres,
Than gaue his grace command expres,
I suld be brocht to his presence.
Nochtwithstanding my wickitnes,
In Court I gat greit audience.
☞ I schew my greit Ingratitude
To the Capitane of Badzeno,
Quhilk in his hous did find me fude
Two ȝeir with vther houndis mo.
Bot quhen I saw that it was so,
That I grew hich into the Court,
For his reward I wrocht hym wo
And cruellie I did hym hurt.
So thay that gaue me to the King,
I was thare mortall Enemie.
I tuke cure of na kynd of thing
Bot pleis the Kingis Maiestie.
Bot quhen he knew my crueltie,
My falset and my plane oppressioun,
He gaue command that I suld be
Hangit without confessioun.
And ȝit because that I was auld,
His grace thocht petie for to hang me,
Bot leit me wander quhare I wald,
Than set my fais for to fang me.
And euery bouchour dog doun dang me.
Quhen I trowit best to be ane laird,
Than in the court ilk wicht did wrang me.
And this I gat for my rewaird.
I had wirreit blak Makesoun,
Wer nocht that rebaldis come and red.
Bot he was flemit of the toun,
Frome tyme the King saw how I bled.
He gart lay me vpon ane bed,
For with ane knife I was mischeuit.
[Page]This Makesoun for feir he fled
Ane lang tyme or he was releuit.
And Patrik Striuiling in Ergyle,
I bure hym bakwart to the ground.
And had hym slane within ane quhyle,
Wat nocht the helping of ane hound.
Ȝit gat he mony bludie wound,
As ȝit his skyn wyll schaw the markis,
Find me ane Dog, quhate euer ȝe found
Hes maid sa mony bludie sarkis.
Gude brother Lanceman, Lyndesayis dog,
Quhilk ay hes keipit thy laute,
And neuer wirryit lamb nor hog,
Pray Luffra, Scudlar, and Baute,
Of me Bagsche, to haue pitie,
And prouide me ane portioun
In Dumfermeling, quhare I may dre
Pennance for my extortioun.
Get be thare Solistatioun
Ane letter frome the kingis grace,
[...]hat I may haue Collatioun,
With fyre and Candil in the place.
Bot I wyll leif schort tyme, allace,
Want I gude fresche flesche for my gammis,
Betuix Aswednisday and Paice,
I man haue leue to wirrie Lamhis.
Baute considder weill this bill,
And reid this Cedul [...] that I send ȝow.
And euerilk poynt thareof fulfill,
[Page]And now in tyme of mys amend ȝow.
I pray ȝow that ȝe nocht pretend ȝow
To clym ouer hie, nor do na wrang.
Bot frome ȝour fais, with richt defend ȝow,
And tak exemple quhow I gang.
I was that na man durst cum neir me,
Nor put me furth of my lugeing.
Na dog duist fra my Denner sker me,
Quhen I was tender with the king.
Now euerilk tyke dois me doun thring,
The quhilk before, be me war wrangit,
And sweris I serue na vther thing,
Bot in ane helter to be hangit.
Thocht ȝe b [...] hamelie with the King,
Ȝe Luffra, Scudlar, and Bawte,
Be wat that ȝe do nocht doun thring
Ȝour nychtbouris throw authorite.
And ȝour exemple mak be me,
And beleif weill ȝe at bot doggis.
Thocht ȝe stand in the hiest gre,
Se ȝe byte nother lambs nor hoggis.
Thocht ȝe haue now greit audience,
Se that be ȝow, be nane opprest.
Ȝe [...]ylbe punischit for ȝour offence,
Frome tyme the king be weill confest,
Thare is na dog that hes transgrest
Throw cruelte, and he may fang hym,
His Maieste wyll tak no rest,
Tyll on ane gallous he gat hang hym.
I was anis als far ben as ȝe ar
And had in Court als greit credence,
And ay pretendit to be hiear.
Bot quhen the Kingis excellence,
Did knaw my falser and offence,
And my prydefull presumptioun,
I gat none vther recompence,
Bot hoyit, and houndit of the toun.
Wes neuer sa vnkynd ane corce
As quhen I had authorite.
Of my freindis I tuke na force,
The quhilkis afore had done for me,
This Prouerb, it is of verite,
Quhilk I hard red in tyll ane letter,
Hiest in Court, nixt the weddie,
Without he gyde hym all the better.
I tuke na mair compt of ane Lord,
Nor I did of ane keiching knaif.
Thocht euerilk day I maid discord,
I was set vp abone the laif.
The gentill hound was to me slaif.
And with the Kingis a win fingeris fed.
The sillie raichis wald I raif,
Thus for my euill deidis wes I dred.
Tharefor Bawte luke best about,
Quhen thow art hiest with the King.
For than thow standis in greitest dout,
Be thow nocht gude of gouerning.
Put na pure tyke frome his steiding,
[Page]Nor ȝit na sillie Ratchis raif.
He sittis aboue that seis all thing,
And of ane knicht can mak ane knaif.
Quhen I come steppand ben the flure,
All Rachis greit roume to me red.
I of na creature tuke cure,
Bot lap vpon the kingis bev,
With claith of gold, thocht it wer spred,
For feir ilk freik wald stand on far.
With euerilk Dog, I was so dred
Thay trimblit quhen thay hard me nar.
Gude brother Bawte beir the euin,
Thocht with thy Prince, thow be potent.
It cryis ane vengeance frome the heuin,
For till oppres ane Innocent.
In welth be than most vigilent,
And do na wrang to dog nor beiche,
As I haue, quhilk I now repent.
Na Messane reif, to mak the riche.
Nor for augmenting of thy boundis
Ask no reward, schit at the king.
Quhilk may do hurt to vther houndis,
Expres aganis Goddis bidding.
Chais na pure tyke frome his midding,
Throw cast of Court, or kingis requeist.
And of thy self, presume no thing,
Except thow art ane brutall beist.
Traist weill thare is none oppressour,
Nor boucheour dog drawer of blude,
[Page]Ane Tyrrane, nor ane transgressour,
That sall now of the King get gude,
Frome tyme furth, that his Celsitude
Dois cleirlie knaw the verite,
Bot he is flemit for to conclude,
Or hangit hich vpon ane tre.
Thocht ȝe be cuplit all to gidder
With silk, and swoulis of syluer fyne.
Ane Dog may cum furth of Balquhidder,
And gar ȝow leid ane l [...]wer tryne.
Than sal ȝour plesour, turne in pyne,
Quhen ane strange hounter blawis his horne.
And all ȝour treddingis gar ȝow tyne,
Than sall ȝour laubour be forlorne.
I say no more gude freindis, adew,
In dreid we neuer meit agane.
That euer I kend the Court, I rew.
Wes neuer wycht so will of wane.
Lat no Dog now serue our Souerane,
Without he be of gude conditioun.
Be he peruerst, I tell ȝow plane,
He hes neid of ane gude Remissioun.
That I am on this way mischeuit,
The Erle of Hountlie I may warie.
He wend I had bene weill releuit,
Quhen to the Court, he gart me carie.
Wald God I wa [...] now in Pittarie,
Because I haue bene so euill dedie,
Adew, I dar no langer tarie.
In dreid, I waif in till ane wyddie.
FINIS.

Ane Suplication di­rectit frome Schir Dauid Lyndesay Knicht, to the Kingis grace, in Contemptioun of syde Taillis.

SChir, thocht ȝour grace hes put gret ordour
Baith in the Hieland and the Bordour,
Ȝit mak I Supplicatioun,
Tyll haue sum Reformatioun,
Of ane small fa [...]t, quhilk is nocht Tressoun.
Thocht it be contrarie to Ressoun.
Because the Water bene so vyle,
It may nocht haue ane Oruate [...]yle.
Quharefor I pray ȝour Excellence,
To heir me with greit Pacience,
Of stink and weidis maculate
No man may mak ane Rois Chaiplat.
Souerane, I mene of thir syde taillis,
Qu [...]ilk throw the dust and dubbis traillis,
Th [...]e quarteris lang behind thare heillis,
Expres agane all Comoun weillis.
Thocht Bischoppis in thare pontificallis,
Haue men for to bei [...] vp thare taillis,
For dignite of thare office.
Rychtso ane Quene, or ane Emprice,
Howbeit thay vse sic grauite,
Comformand to thare Maieste.
Thocht thare Rob Royallis be vpborne,
I think it is ane verray scorne,
That euery Lady of the land,
Suld haue hir taill so syde trailland,
[Page]Howbeit thay bene of hie estait,
The Quene thay suld nocht counterfait.
Quhare euer thay go, it may be sene,
How kirk, and calsay thay soup clene.
The Imagis in to the kirk,
May think of thare syde tailis Irk,
For quhen the wedder bene most fair,
The dust fleis hiest in the air,
And all thare facis dois begarie.
Giue thay culd speik, thay wald thame warie.
To se I think ane plesand sicht,
Of Italie the Ladyis bricht,
In thare clething most triumphand,
Aboue all vther christin land.
Ȝit quhen thay trauell throw the townis,
Men seis thare feit beneth thare gownis,
Four Inche abone thare proper heillis
Circulat about als round as quheillis.
Quhare throw thare dois na poulder ryis,
Thare fait quhyte lymmis to suppryis.
Bot I think maist abusioun,
To se men of Religioun,
Gar beir thare taillis throw the streit,
That folkis may behald thare feit.
I trow sanct Bernard, nor sanct Blais,
Gart neuer man beir vp thare clais.
Peter, nor Paule, nor sanct Androw,
Gart neuer beir vp thare taillis I trow,
Bot I lauch best to se ane Nwn,
Gar beit hir taill abone hir bwn,
[Page]For no thing ellis as I suppois,
Bot for to schaw hir lillie quhyte hois.
In all thare Rewlis, thay will nocht find,
Quha suld beir vp thair taillis behind.
Bot I haue maist in to despyte,
Pure Claggokis cled in roiploch quhyte,
Quhilk hes skant twa markis for thare feis,
Wyll haue twa ellis beneth thare kneis.
Kit, tok that clekkit wis ȝistrene,
The morne wyll counterfute the Quene.
Ane murcland Meg that mylkit the ȝowis,
Claggit with clay abone the howis,
In barn, nor byit, scho wyll nocht byde,
Without hir kirtyll taill be syde,
In Burtowis wantoun burges wyiffis,
Quha may haue sydest taillis stryiffis,
Weill bordourit with Veluoit fyne,
Bot following thame it is ane pyne.
In Somer quhen the streitis dryis,
Thay rais the dust abone the skyis.
None may go neir thame at thare eis,
Without thay couer mouth and neis,
Frome the powder, to keip thare ene.
Consider giue thare Cloiffis be clene.
Betuixt thare cleuing, and thare kneis,
Quha mycht behald thare sweitie theis,
Begairit all with dirt, and dust,
That wer a [...]euch to stanche the lust
Of ony man that saw thame naikit.
I think sic giglottis ar bot glaikit,
[Page]Without profite to haue sic pryde,
Harland thare claggit taillis so syde.
I wald thay borrowstounis barnis had breikkis
To keip sic mist fra Malkinnis cheikkis.
I dreid rouch Malkin de for drouth,
Quhen sic dry dust blawis in hir mouth.
I think maist pane, efter ane rane,
To se thame towkit vp agane.
Than quhen thay step furth throw the streit.
Thare faldingis flappis about thair feit.
Thare laithlie lyning furthwart flypit,
Quhilk hes the muk, and midding wypit.
Thay waist more claith within few ȝeitis.
Nor wald cleith fyftie score of freitis.
Quhen Marioun frome the midding gois,
Frome hir morne turne, scho strypit the nois.
And all the day quhare euer scho go,
Sic liquour scho likkith vp also.
The Turcumis of hir taill I trow.
Mycht be ane supper till ane sow.
I ken ane man, quhilk swoir greit aithis.
How he did lift ane Kittokis claithis,
And wald haue done, I wait nocht quhat.
Bot sone remeid of lufe he gat.
He thocht na schame to mak it wittin,
How hir syde taill was all beschittin,
Of filth sic flewer straik till his hart,
That he behouit for till depart.
(Quod scho) sweit schir, me think ȝe rew,
(Quod he) ȝour taill makis sic ane slew,
[Page]That be sanct Brybe, I may nocht byde it,
Ȝe war nocht wyse, that wald nocht hyde it,
Of Caillis I wyll no more Indyte,
For dreid sum Duddroun me despyte.
Nocht withstanding, I wyll conclude,
That of syde Taillis can cum na gude.
Syder nor may thare hanclethis hyde,
The remanent, proceidis of pryde.
And Pryde proceidis of the Deuill.
Thus alway thay proceid of euill.
☞Ane vther fault Schir, may be sene,
Thay hyde thare face all bot the ene.
Quhen gentill men biddis thame gude day,
Without Reuerence thay slyde away.
That none may knaw, I ȝow assure,
Ane honest woman be ane hure.
Without thare naikit face I se,
Thay get no mo gude dayis of me
Hails ane Frence Lady quhen ȝe pleis,
Scho wyll discouer mouth, and neis.
And with ane humill countenance,
With Visage bair mak reuerence.
Quhen our Ladyis dois ryde in rane,
Suld no man haue thame at disdane,
Thocht thay be couerit mouth and neis.
In that cace thay wyll nane displeis.
Nor quhen thay go to quiet places,
I thame excuse to hyde thare facis,
Quhen thay wald mak Collatioun,
With any lustie Companȝeoun,
[Page]Thocht thay be hid than to the ene,
Ȝe may considder quhat I mene.
Bot in the kirk, and market placis,
I think thay suld nocht hide thare facis.
Without thir faltis be sone amendit,
My flyting, schir, sall neuer be endit.
Bot wald ȝour grace my counsall tak,
Ane Proclamatioun ȝe suld mak,
Baith throw the land and Borrowstounis,
To schaw thare face, and cut thare gownis,
Nan [...] suld fra that Exemptit be,
Except the Quenis Maieste,
Because this mater is nocht fair,
Of Rethorik it man be bair.
Wemen wyll say this is no bourdis,
To wryte sic vyle and filthy wordis.
Bot wald thay clenge thare filthy taillis,
Quhilk ouir the myris and middingis traillis,
Than suld my wrytting clengit be.
None vther mendis thay get of me.
The suith suld nocht be haldin clos,
Veritas non querit Angulos.
I wait gude wemen that bene wyse,
This rurall Ryme wyll nocht dispryse.
None wyll me blame, I ȝow assure,
Except ane wantoun glorious hure,
Quhais flyting I feir nocht ane fle.
Fair weill, ȝe get no more of me.
Quod Lindesay in cōtempt of the syde taillis,
That duddrounis & duntibouris throu y e dubbis it ailli [...].

Kitteis confessioun, Compylit (as is beleuit) be Schir Dauid Lindesay of the Mont Knicht. &c. The Curate, and Kitte.

THe Curate Kitte culd Confesse,
And scho tald on baith mair and lesse.
Quhen scho wes telland as scho wist,
The Curate Kitte wald haue kist.
Bot ȝit ane countenance he bute,
Degeist, deuote, daine, and demure.
And syne began hir to exempne,
He wes best at the efter game.
(Quod he) haue ȝe na wrangous geir?
(Quod scho) I staw ane Pek of veir.
(Quod he) that suld restorit be,
Tharefore delyuer it to me.
Tibbe and Peter bad me speir,
Be my conscience thay sall it heir.
(Quod he) leue ȝe in lecherie?
(Quod scho) Wyll Leno mowit me.
(Quod he) his wyfe that sall I tell,
To mak hir acquentance with my sell.
(Quod he) ken ȝe na Heresie?
I wait nocht quhat that is (quod scho)
(Quod he) hard ȝe na Inglis Bukis?
(Quod scho) my Maister on thame lukis.
(Quod he) the Bischop that sall knaw,
For I am sworne that for to schaw.
(Quod he) quhat said he of the King?
(Quod scho) of gude he spak na thing.
(Quod he) his grace of that sall wit,
And he sall lose his lyfe for it.
[Page]Quhen scho in mynd did mair reuolue,
(Quod he) I can nocht ȝow absolue,
Bot to my Chalmer cum at euin,
Absoluit for to be and schreuin.
(Quod scho) I wyll pas tyll ane vther.
And I met with schir Andro my brother.
And he full clenelie did me schryue,
Bot he wes sumthing talkatyue.
He speirit mony strange cace,
Quhow that my lufe did me Inbrace.
Quhat day, how oft, quhat scort, and quhare?
(Quod he) I wald I had bene thare.
He me absoluit for ane plak,
Thocht he na pryce with me wald mak.
And mekle Latyne he did mummill.
I hard na thing bot hummill bummill.
He schew me nocht of Goddis word,
Quhilk scharper is than ony sword,
And deip in tyll our hart dois prent,
Our Syn, quhairthrow we do repent.
He pat me na thing in to feir,
Quharethrow I suld my syn forbeir.
He schew me nocht the Maledictioun
Of God for Syn, nor the afflictioun.
And in this lyfe, the greit mischeif,
Ordanit to punische hure, and theif.
Nor schew he me of hellis pane,
That I mycht feir, and vice refrane.
He counsalit me nocht till abstene,
And leid ane holy lyfe and clene.
Of Christis blude, na thing he knew,
[Page]Nor of his promisses full trew,
That saifis all that wyll beleue,
That Sathan sall vs neuer greue.
He techit me nocht for tyll traist,
The confort of the haly Gaist,
He bad me nocht to Christ be kynd,
To keip his law, with hart and mynd,
And loue and thank his greit mercie.
Fra Syn, and hell, that sauit me.
And lufe my Nichtbour as my sell.
Of this na thing he could me tell.
Bot gaue me pennance ilk ane day,
Ane Aue Marie for to say.
And Frydayis fyue, na fische to eit.
Bot butter and eggis ar better meit.
And with ane plak to by ane Messe,
Fra drounkin schir Iohne latynelesse.
(Quod he) ane plak I wyll gar Sande
Giue the agane with hande dande.
Syne in to Pilgramage to pas,
The verray way to wantounes.
Of all his pennance I was glaid,
I had thame all parqueir, I said.
To mow and steill, I ken the pryce.
I sall it set on Cincq and Syee.
Bot he my counsale culd nocht keip.
He maid hym be the fyre to sleip.
Syne cryit, Colleris, be if, and Coillis:
Hois, and schone, with do [...] bill s [...]ill [...]s.
Caikis, and Candill C [...]eische, and [...]
Curnis of meill, and luffillis [...]
[Page]Wollin, and linning, werp, and woft,
Dame keip the keis of ȝour woll loft.
Throw drink and sleip maid him to raif,
And swa with vs thay play the knaif.
Freiris sweiris be thare professioun,
Nane can be saif, but this Confessioun,
And gartis all men vnderstand,
That it is Goddis awin command.
Ȝit is it nocht bot mennis drame,
The peple to confound and schame.
It is nocht ellis bot mennis law,
Maid mennis myndis for to knaw.
Quharethrow thay syle thame as thay will,
And makis thare law conforme thare till,
Sittand in mennis conscience,
Aboue Goddis Magnificence.
And dois the peple teiche and tyste,
To serue the Paip the Antechriste.
To the greit God Omnipotent
Confes thy Syn, and sore repent.
And traist in Christ, as wrytis Paule,
Quhilk sched his blude to saif thy Saule.
For nane can the absolue bot he,
Nor tak away thy syn frome the.
Giue of gude counsall thow hes neid,
Or hes nocht lernit weill thy Creid,
Or wickit vicis regne in the,
The quhilk thow can nocht mortifie.
Or be in Desperatioun,
And wald haue Consolatioun,
Than till ane preichour trew thow pas,
[Page]And schaw thy Syn, and thy trespas.
Thow nedis nocht to schaw hym all,
Nor tell thy Syn baith greit and small,
Quhilk is vnpossible to be.
Bot schaw the vice that troubillis the.
And he sall of thy saule haue reuth,
And the Instruct in to the treuth,
And with the word of verite,
Sall confort, and sall counsall the.
The Sacramentis schaw the at lenth,
Thy lytle faith to stark and strenth.
And how thow suld thame richtlie vse,
And all Hypocrisie refuse.
Confessioun first wes ordanit fre,
In this sort, in the Kirk to be.
Swa to confes as I descryue,
Wes in the gude Kirk Primityue.
Swa wes Confessioun ordanit first,
Thocht Codrus kyte suld cleue and birst.
Finis.

The Iusting betuix Iames Watsoun, and Ibone Barbour, Serui­toutis to King Iames the Fyft. Compylit be Schir Dauid Lindesay of the Mont Knicht. &c.

IN Sanctandrois on Witsoun Monnunday,
Twa Campionis thare manheid did assay,
[Page]Past to the Barres Enar [...]t heid and handis,
Wes neuer sene sic Iusting in no landis,
In presence of the Kingis grace and Quene,
Quhare mony lustie Lady mycht be sene.
Mony ane Knicht, Burroun, and bautent,
Come for to se that aufull Tornament.
The ane of thame was gentill Iames Watsoun,
And Iohne Barbour the vther Campioun,
Vnto the King thay war familiaris,
And of his Chalmer boith Cubicularis.
Iames was ane man of greit Intelligence,
Ane Medtcinar, ful of Experience.
And Iohne Barbour, he was ane nobill Leche.
Crukit Carlingis be wald gar thame get speche.
Frome tyme thay enterit war in to the feild.
Full womanlie thay weildit speir and scheild,
And wichtlie waiffit in the wynd thare heillis,
Ho [...]land lyke [...]a [...]geris rydand on thare creillis.
Bot ather can [...]t vther with sic haist,
That thay could neuer thair speir get in the reist.
Quhē gentil Iames trowit best w t Iohne to meit
His speir did fald amang his horssis feit.
I am rycht sure gude Iames had bene vndone,
War not that Iohne his mark tuke be the mone.
(Quod Iohne) howbeit y u thinkis my leggis lyke rokkis.
My speit is gude, now keip y e fra my knokkis.
Tary (quod Iames) ane quhyle for be my thrift,
The feind ane thing I can se bot the list.
For more can I (quod Iohne) be goddis breid,
I se no thing except the steip ill heid,
[Page]Ȝit thocht thy braunis be lyk [...]wa barrow frāmis
Defend the man. Than ran thay to lyk rāmis,
At that rude riuk Iames had bene strykin doun,
Wer not that Iohne for feirsnes fell in swoun.
And tycht so Iames to Iohne had dane gret deir.
Wer not amangis his hors feit he brak his speir.
(Quod Iames) to Iohne ȝit for our ladyis saikis
Lat vs to gidder straik thre ma [...]ket straikis,
I had (quod Iohne) that sall on the be wrokin,
Bot or he spurrit his hors, his [...] brokin.
Frō tyme [...]o speiris none could [...] [...]rom meit,
Iames drew ane sweird wane rycht [...]uful spreit.
And ran til Iohne, til haif raucht him ane rout,
Iohnis sweth was [...] wald no way [...]
Thā Iames lest dryfe at Iohne w t doith his [...]stis.
He mist si man, & dang vpon the lystis.
And w t that s [...]raik he trowit that Iohn was flane
His s [...]erd stak fast, and gat it neuer agane.
Be this gude Iohne had gottin furth his swerd,
And ran to Iames with mony aufull word.
My furiousnes for [...] now sall thow find
Straikand at Iames, his swerd f [...]ew in y e wind.
Thā gentill Iames began to crak greit wordis,
Allace (quod he) thee day for falt of swordis.
Than ather ran at vther with new raicis,
With gluifis of plait thay dung at vtheris facis,
Quha wan this feild, no e [...]cature could hen,
Till at the last, Iohne crytify, red the men.
[Page]Ȝe red (quod Iames) for that is my desyre,
It is ane hour, sen I began to tyre.
Sone be thay had cudit that royall rink,
In to the feild, mycht no man stand for stink,
Than euery man that stude on far cryit fy,
Sayand adew, for dirt partis cumpany.
Thare hors, barnes, and all geir was so gude.
Louyng to God, that day was sched no blude.
FINIS.
Quod Lindesay, at command of King Iames the Fyft. (✚)

Newlie and correct­lie Imprentit at Edinburgh, be Iohne Scot. At the Expensis of Henrie Charteris. And at to be sauld in the said Henries Buith, on the north fyde of the gait, aboue the Throne.

☞The ȝeir of God. 1568. Ȝeitis.

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