ROBERT HENRYSON And kest him in his awin dungeoun, Allane withouttin feir, With hungir, cauld, and confusioun, As full weill worthy weir. Syne brak the bour, had hame the Bricht,16 Unto hir Fadir deir. Saw evil wondit was the Knycht, That he behuvit1 to de. His sark was all bludy; In all the warld was thair a wicht The Lady murnyt, and maid grit mone, With all hir mekle micht: "I luvit nevir lufe, bot one, That dulfully now is dicht! Or ellis in begging evir to gone Furth with yone curtass Knycht." And prayit for him with all hir harte, 17 24 dark. 28 wooer. Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk24 And evir quhill scho wes in quert,25 So weill the Lady luvit the Knycht, Sa suld we do, both day and nycht, MORALITAS This King is lyk the Trinitie Baith in hevin and heir. The Gyane to Lucefeir. The Knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre, And coft27 our synnis deir: The pit to hell, with panis fell; The 26 syn to the woweir.28 The Lady was wowd, but scho said "Nay" With men that wald hir wed; Sa suld we wryth29 all syn away, Borrowit3 with Chrystis angell cleir, WILLIAM DUNBAR [1460?-1520?] 6 TO A LADYE SWET rois of vertew and of gentilness, Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, And everie vertew that is [esteemèd] deer, Except onlie that ye ar mercyless. Into your garth this day I did persew; There saw I flowris that fresche wer of hew; I dout that Merche, with his cauld blastis keyne, Has slain this gentil herbe, that I of mene, Quhois piteous death dois to my heart sic paine That I wald mak to plant his root againeSo confortand his levis unto me bene. 7 JOHN SKELTON [1460?-1529] TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY MIRRY MARGARET, As mydsomer flowre; Or hawke of the towere: So maydenly, Or hawke of the towre: Swete pomaunder, Goode cassaunder; Stedfast of thought, Wele made, wele wrought; Far may be sought, Or hawke of the towre. [From A GARLANDE OF LAURELL.] |