The Poetical Works of Sir David Lyndsay of the Mount: Lion King at Arms, Under James V., Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 420 pages |
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Adew agane aganis allace amang baith Becaus beir bischop blude brocht Chaucer clarkis Common-weill CORRECTIOUN counsall COURTEOUR declair deid devill DILIGENCE dois doith doun eirth everilk fals Falset feild FOLY freiris frome furth gaif gart greit gret gude haif halie hangit hart Heir sall hevin Howbeit intill king kingis knaw knicht ladie leif lord lordis lufe lustie ladie lyfe lyke Lyndsay maid mair maist maister micht mony nane never Ninus nobill nocht PARDONER PAUPER pepill plesand preich preistis prelatis Quha Quhais Quhare Quharefor Quhat Quhen Quhilk quhome quhy Quod rhyme richt Sanct sapience schaw schir scho Scotland SCRYBE sene slane sone speik speir SPIRITUALITIE squyer suld Syne teind thair thame thare Tharefor thay thir thocht thou thow thowsand thrie throuch toun trew tuke tyme uther wald warld weill weir wicht wyfe wyfis ye sall yeir
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Page 72 - Lybellandum, Within ane moneth I gat ad Opponendum, In half ane yeir I gat Interloquendum, And syne I gat, how call ye it? ad Replicandum: Bot I could never ane word yit understand him. And than thay gart me cast out many plackis, And gart me pay for four-and-twentie actis.
Page 81 - I had na vther schift, Sen I was borne, In Eusdaill was my dwelling place, Mony ane wyfe gart I cry alace : At my hand thay gat never grace, Bot ay forlorne. Sum sayis ane king is cum amang...
Page 151 - Now, let ilk man his way avance, Let sum ga drink, and sum ga dance : Menstrell, blaw up ane brawll of France. Let se quha hobbils best : 20 For I will rin incontinent. To the tavern, or ever I stent : And pray to God Omnipotent, To send yow all gude rest.
Page 7 - Quhilk I purpois to gif ane man of law. DILIGENCE. Thou art the daftest fuill, that ever I saw ; Trows thou, man, be the law, to get remeid Of men of Kirk ! Na, nocht till thou be deid.
Page 193 - Lyndsay seems to have had his eye on this sumptuary satyre of Dunbar, when he sat down to pen his Supplication against Syde Taillis. This satirical effusion of Lyndsay, which he addressed "to the Kingis grace, in contemption of syde taillis," was composed in rhyming couplets of eightsyllable verse, which reads with voluble facility, as we might expect from the nature of the subject, — yet did our poet express his contemption in vain. In his Monarchies...
Page 9 - 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...
Page 186 - ... courtiers, made notable by some public honours which did as it were proclaim to the world how dear she was to that people; among other, none was either more grateful to the beholders, or more noble in itself, than justs both with sword and lance, maintained for a seven-night together; wherein that nation doth so excel both for...
Page 249 - In everilk play he wan the pryse : With that he was verteous and wyse ; And so, becaus he was weill pruifit, With...
Page 6 - And everie ilk jeir scho brocht vs 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, quhairfoir my mother maid great maine.
Page 275 - Quhairthrow hir dolour wes the moir : Bot yit scho tuke sum comforting, To heir the plesant dulce talking, Of this young Squyer, of his chance, And how it fortunit him in France. This Squyer, and the Ladie gent, Did wesche, and then to supper went.