LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde… How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge    In al this word ne knowe I non… The Aungil came fro hevene tour,

At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh’d me to… Whipp’d with the whip that scourge… And now they ban that they were bo… I see them sit full soberly

O HAPPY dames! that may embrace    The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case    And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice

“The wind doth blow today, my love… And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. ”I’ll do as much for my true-love

My one, the sister without peer, The handsomest of all! She looks like the rising morning… At the start of a happy year. Shining bright, fair of skin,

QUHEN Flora had o’erfret the fi…    In May of every moneth queen; Quhen merle and mavis singis with…    Sweet melling in the shawis she…    Quhen all luvaris rejoicit bene

Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?

My Loue in her Attyre doth shew h… It doth so well become her: For eu’ry season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No Beautie shee doth misse,

Late at e’en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. ‘What though ye be my sister’s lor…

My friend iudge not me, Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground… Mercy I askt, mercy I found.

WEEP you no more, sad fountains;    What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains    Heaven’s sun doth gently waste! But my Sun’s heavenly eyes

ON a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how… Kiss me this once and then God be…    My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be…

(From The Point of View, U.S.,… “THE LOVE I bear you, dearest, Would make the sweetest tale, We’d sail upon a sea of bliss, And I would lift the sail.

SISTER, awake! close not your e…    The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise    Out of her bed of roses. See the clear sun, the world’s bri…

Jhesu Cryste, yn Trynyté, Oonly God and persons thre, Graunt us wele to spede, And gyf us grace so to do That we may come thy blys unto,