That without helpe of man, or any male
Conceaueth daughters by her selfe alone:
But at their birth, be it by night or day,
Some skilfull man, the midwiues part doth play.
When they be borne, and perfectly brought foorth,
Both olde and yong doe greatly them desire;
Their beautie and their power is of such woorth,
That all mens harts, therewith are set on fire:
And in all times they beare as great a sway
As if on earth, there were no queenes but they.
Thy time, where times eternity is given,And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse:But down in darkness let them lie,So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die.2. And thou, my Soul, inspir’d with holy flame,View and review with most regardful eye,That holy Cross whence thy salvation came,On which thy Saviour, and thy sin…
Tell me how thy leman doeth,And thou shalt knowe of myn.‘My lady is unkynde, perde.’Alack! why is she so?‘She loveth an other better than me;And yet she will say no.’I fynde no such doublenes;I fynde women true;My lady loveth me dowtles,And will change for no newe.‘Thou art happy while that deeth last:But I say, as…
lying on earth with life at end,sorrowful sight. But the slayer too,awful earth-dragon, empty of breath,lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure,could the writhing monster rule it more.For edges of iron had ended its days,hard and battle-sharp, hammers’ leaving;and that flier-afar had fallen to groundhushed by its hurt, its hoard all near,no longer…
He had nither lands nor rents coming inYet he kept eight score men in his hallHe had horses and harness for them all,Goodly steeds were all milk white;O the golden bands an about their necks,And their weapons, they were all alike.Newes then was brought unto the kingThat there was sicke a won as hee,That lived…
Had cause her sorrowes to declare,Then let Jane Shore with sorrowe sing,That was beloved of a king.Then maids and wives in time amend,For love and beauty will have end.In maiden yeares my beautye brightWas loved dear of lord and knight;But yet the love that they requir’d,It was not as my friends desir’d.Then maids and wives…
It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot it was for a lady gay,That livd on Carron side.‘Quhair sall I get a bonny boy,That will win hose and shoen;That will gae to Lord Barnard’s ha’,And bid his lady cum?And ze maun rin my errand, Willie,And ze may rin wi’ pride;Quhen other boys…
