Scottish Poetry of the Sixteenth Century. Various

      Epistil to the Kingis Grace.

      Rycht potent Prince, of hie Imperial blude,

      Unto thy Grace I traist it be weill knawin

      My servyce done unto your Celsitude,

      Quhilk nedis nocht at length for to be schawin;

      And thocht[13] my youtheid now be neir ouer-blawin,

      Excerst[14] in servyce of thyne Excellence,

      Hope hes me hecht[15] ane gudlie recompense.

      Quhen thow wes young I bure thee in myne arme

      Full tenderlie, tyll thow begouth to gang[16];

      And in thy bed oft happit[17] thee full warme,

      With lute in hand, syne[18], sweitlie to thee sang:

      Sumtyme, in dansing, feiralie[19] I flang;

      And sumtyme, playand farsis on the flure;

      And sumtyme, on myne office takkand cure:

      And sumtyme, lyke ane feind, transfigurate,

      And sumtyme, lyke the greislie gaist of Gye[20];

      In divers formis oft-tymes disfigurate,

      And sumtyme, dissagyist full plesandlye.

      So, sen[21] thy birth, I have continewalye

      Bene occupyit, and aye to thy plesoure,

      And sumtyme, Seware, Coppare, and Carvoure[22];

      Thy purs-maister and secreit Thesaurare[23],

      Thy Yschare[24], aye sen thy natyvitie,

      And of thy chalmer cheiffe Cubiculare,

      Quhilk, to this hour, hes keipit my lawtie[25];

      Lovyng[26] be to the blyssit Trynitie

      That sic[27] ane wracheit worme hes maid so habyll[28]

      Tyll sic ane Prince to be so greabyll!

      But now thow arte, be influence naturall,

      Hie of ingyne[29], and rycht inquisityve

      Of antique storeis, and deidis marciall;

      More plesandlie the tyme for tyll ouerdryve,

      I have, at length, the storeis done descryve[30]

      Of Hectour, Arthour, and gentyll Julyus,

      Of Alexander, and worthy Pompeyus;

      Of Jasone, and Medea, all at lenth,

      Of Hercules the actis honorabyll,

      And of Sampsone the supernaturall strenth,

      And of leill luffaris[31] storeis amiabyll;

      And oft-tymes have I feinyeit mony fabyll,

      Of Troylus the sorrow and the joye,

      And Seigis all of Tyir, Thebes, and Troye.

      The propheceis of Rymour, Beid, and Marlyng,[32]

      And of mony uther plesand storye,

      Of the Reid Etin, and the Gyir Carlyng,[33]

      Confortand thee, quhen that I saw thee sorye.

      Now, with the supporte of the King of Glorye,

      I sall thee schaw ane storye of the new,

      The quhilk affore I never to thee schew.

      But humilie I beseik thyne Excellence,

      With ornate termis thocht I can nocht expres

      This sempyll mater, for laik of eloquence;

      Yit, nochtwithstandyng all my besynes,

      With hart and hand my pen I sall addres

      As I best can, and most compendious:

      Now I begyn: the mater hapnit thus.

      Prolog.

      In-to the Calendis of Januarie,

      Quhen fresche Phebus, be movyng circulair,

      Frome Capricorne wes enterit in Aquarie,

      With blastis that the branchis maid full bair,

      The snaw and sleit perturbit all the air,

      And flemit[34] Flora frome every bank and bus[35],

      Throuch supporte of the austeir Eolus.

      Efter that I the lang wynteris nycht

      Had lyne walking[36], in-to my bed, allone,

      Throuch hevy thocht, that no way sleip I mycht,

      Rememberyng of divers thyngis gone:

      So up I rose, and clethit me anone.

      Be this, fair Tytane, with his lemis[37] lycht,

      Ouer all the land had spred his baner brycht.

      With cloke and hude I dressit me belyve[38],

      With dowbyll schone, and myttanis on my handis;

      Howbeit the air was rycht penetratyve,

      Yit fure I furth, lansing ouirthorte[39] the landis

      Toward the see, to schorte[40] me on the sandis,

      Because unblomit was baith bank and braye[41].

      And so, as I was passing be the waye,

      I met dame Flora, in dule weid dissagysit[42],

      Quhilk in-to May wes dulce and delectabyll;

      With stalwart[43] stormis hir sweitnes wes supprisit[44];

      Hir hevynlie hewis war turnit in-to sabyll,

      Quhilkis umquhile[45] war to luffaris amiabyll.

      Fled frome the froste, the tender flouris I saw

      Under dame Naturis mantyll lurking law.

      The small fowlis in flokkis saw I flee,

      To Nature makand greit lamentatioun.

      Thay lychtit doun besyde me on ane tree,

      Of thair complaynt I had compassioun;

      And with ane pieteous exclamatioun

      Thay said, “Blyssit be Somer, with his flouris;

      And waryit[46] be thow, Wynter, with thy schouris!”

      “Allace! Aurora,” the syllie[47] Larke can crye,

      “Quhare hes thou left thy balmy liquour sweit

      That us rejosit, we mounting in the skye?

      Thy sylver droppis ar turnit in-to sleit.

      O fair Phebus! quhare is thy hoilsum heit?

      Quhy tholis[48] thow thy hevinlie plesand face

      With mystie vapouris to be obscurit, allace!

      “Quhar art thow May, with June thy syster schene[49],

      Weill bordourit with dasyis of delyte?

      And gentyll Julie, with thy mantyll grene,

      Enamilit with rosis red and quhyte?

      Now auld and cauld Januar, in dispyte,

      Reiffis[50] frome us all pastyme and plesour.

      Allace! quhat gentyll hart may this indure?

      “Ouersylit[51] ar with cloudis odious