Quho most has wit, lest suld in it affy,
Quho taistis it most, most sall him repent;
Quhat valis all this richess and this rent,
Sen no man wat quho sall his tresour have?
Presume nocht gevin that god has don but lent,
Within schort tyme the quhiche he thinkis to crave.
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Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Ofte I sike and mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,Al so hit ner nere, ywys;That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:Al goth bote Godes wille:Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.Al that gren me graveth grene,Nou hit faleweth…
O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly yon burn-sideWhere I and my Love wont to gae!I leant my back unto an aik,I thought it was a trusty tree;But first it bow’d, and syne it brak,Sae my true Love did lichtly me.O waly waly, but love be bonnyA little time while it is new;But when ’tis auld, it waxeth cauldAnd…
It feel about the Lammas tide,
The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive a prey.He chose the Gordons and the Graemes,With them the Lindesays, light and gay;But the Jardines wald not with him ride,And they rue it to this day.And he has burned the dales of Tyne,And part of Bambrough shire,And three good towers on Reidswire fells,He left…
Many a man doth speake of mee,
For all in one, doe full agreeThat no where must my dwelling bee.
The First Part
A cruel Jew did dwell,Which lived all on usurie,As Italian writers tell.Gernutus called was the Jew,Which never thought to dye,Nor ever yet did any goodTo them in streets that lie.His life was like a barrow hogge,That liveth many a day,Yet never once doth any goodUntil men will him slay.Or like a filthy heap of dung,That…
She had a desyre ofte to be wedde
Lytell rought she therforeShe is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meueAnd lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greueSo well is she setteO good condycyon to her housbondeYf he call her calat she calleth hy knaue agayneShe shyll not dye in his detteBy saynt Ione sayd Cocke thanThese be…