The Poetical Works of Sir David Lyndsay, Band 2W. Patterson, 1879 |
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Adew alace als weill amang awin baith Bannatyne's Bischops blude brocht Chalmers Chastitie Common-weill COMMOUN CORRECTIOUN counsall debait deid DILIGENCE DISSAIT Divyne dois doun dreid Erth Estaits evin fals FALSET FLATTRIE FOLIE Freir frome Fuill furth gif ye grace greit gret GUDE COUNSELL haif hangit hart hauld Heir sall Heir sall thay Howbeit incontinent Interlude keip King knaw leif Line Lord Lordis loun lustie Ladie lyfe Lyndsay Lyndsay's maid mair maister mony mycht nocht PAUPER peopill PLACEBO pray yow preich Quha Quhair Quhat Quhen Quhilk Quhow quhy regioun REX HUMANITAS richt rycht salbe Sanct Sapience Satyre schaw scho SCRYBE Sensualitie sould SOWTAR speik SPIRITUALITIE stryfe suld Syne teind TEMPORALITIE thair Thairfoir thame thare thé thee thir thocht thou thow thrie toun trew trow tyll tyme uther veritie wald WANTONNES warld weill WYFE wyfis ye sall yeir
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Seite 156 - Pauper. Marie \ I lent my gossop my mear to fetch hame coills, And he hir drounit into the Querrell hollis ; And I ran to the Consistorie, for to pleinze', And thair I happinit amang ane greidie meinze*.
Seite 321 - His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber. Yea, they are greedy dogs which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand : they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter.
Seite 140 - Vickar most haif ane of thay: With the gray frugge that covers the bed, Howbeit the wyfe be purelie cled. And gif the wyfe die on the morne, Thocht all the bairns sould be forlorne, The vther kow he cleiks away With the pure cot of raploch gray.
Seite 304 - Now, John, (quod Nicholas) I wol not lie, I have yfounde in min astrologie, As I have loked in the moone bright, That now on Monday next, at quarter night, Shal fall a rain, and that so wild and wood That half so gret was never Noes flood. This world...
Seite 44 - For, schaw thay all the veritie, Thaill want the Bischops charitie. And, thocht the corne war never sa skant, The gudewyfis will not let Freirs want...
Seite 104 - And Mald, my mother, was fourscoir and fyfteine, And with my labour I did thame baith susteine. Wee had ane meir, that caryit salt and coill, And everie ilk yeir, scho brocht us hame ane foill.
Seite 146 - It is schort tyme, sen ony benefice, Was sped in Rome, except greit bischopries. Bot, now for ane unworthie vickarage, Ane preist will rin to Rome, in pilgramage. Ane cavell, quhilk was never at the scule...
Seite 104 - And everie ilk yeir scho brocht us hame ane foill. Wee had thrie ky, that was baith fat and fair, Nane tydier into the toun of Air. My father was sa waik of blude and bane, That he deit ; quhairfore my mother maid great maine.
Seite 107 - PAUPER. Be Him, that buir the cruell croun of thorne, I cair nocht to be hangit, evin the morne. DILIGENCE. Be sure, of Preistis thou will get na support. PAUPER. Gif that be trew, the Feind resave the sort...
Seite 161 - Ar maryit with sic superfluitie : Thay will nocht spair to gif twa thowsand pound, With thair dochtours, to ane nobill man ; In riches, sa thay do superabound...