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Page 244 - In freiris weid full fairly haif I fleichit, In it haif I in pulpet gon and preichit In Derntoun kirk, and eik in Canterberry; In it I past at Dover our the ferry Throw Piccardy, and thair the peple teichit.
Page 20 - Were so ouercome with plesance and delyte, Only through latting of myn eyen fall, That sudaynly my hert become hir thrall, For ever of free wyll, for of manace * There was no takyn* in her suete face.
Page 16 - Sen every wight has thereof suffisance, That I behold, and I a creature Put from all this Ś hard is myn aventure!
Page 21 - And, above all this, there was, wele I wote Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote. About hir neck, quhite as the fyre amaille, A gudelie cheyne of...
Page 286 - Rute of all evill and grund of vyce, That nevir cowd be content...
Page 118 - Lo quhair thay raik on raw: quhat hes marrit the in thy mude, makyne, to me thow schaw; Or quhat is lufe, or to be lude? Fane wald I leir that law.
Page 23 - Thou sufferit quhilom, quhen thy brestis wete Were with the teres of thyne eyen clere All bludy ronne, that pitee was to here...
Page 24 - Here is the tyme to fyng, or ellis never. 1 tho* eke thus gif I my handis clap, Or gif I caft, than will fche flee away ; And, gif I hald my pes, than will fche nap ; And gif I crye, fche wate not quhat I fay : Thus quhat is beft, wate I not be this day, , Bot blawe wynd, blawe, and do the leuis...
Page 278 - Than cam in Dunbar the mackar, On all the flure thair was nane frackar ; And thair he dancet the dirrye dantoun, He hoppet lyk a pillie wanton 25 For luff of Musgraeffe, men tellis me ; He trippet quhill he tint his panton : A mirrear dance mycht na man se.