This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ...goddesse clere, Sing on agane, and make my Lady chere. xxxvi. And eke I pray, for all the paynes grete, That, for the love of Proigne, t thy sister ders, Thou sufferit quhilom, quhen they brestis wete Were with.the teres of thyne eyen clere, All bludy ronne that pitee was to here, The crueltee of that unknyghtly dede, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ...goddesse clere, Sing on agane, and make my Lady chere. xxxvi. And eke I pray, for all the paynes grete, That, for the love of Proigne, t thy sister ders, Thou sufferit quhilom, quhen they brestis wete Were with.the teres of thyne eyen clere, All bludy ronne that pitee was to here, The crueltee of that unknyghtly dede, Quhare was fro the bereft thy maidenhede. Glad. f Alluding to the story of Tereus, Progne, and Fhilomela. Ovid Metam. B. vi. XXXVII. XL1X. Lift up thyne hert, and sing with gude entent, And in thy notis suete the treson telle, That to thy sister trewe and innocent, Was kythit by hir husband false and fell, For quhois gilt, as it is worthy well, Chide thir husbandis that are false, I say, And bid them mend in XX deuil way. XXXVIII. O lytill wreich, allace! maist thou not se Quho comyth zond? Is it now tyme to wring? t Quhat sory thoucht is fallin upon the? Opyn thy throte; hastow no lest to sing? J Allace! sen thou of reson had felying, Now, swete bird say ones to me pepe, I dee for wo; me think thou gynis slepe. xxxix. Hastow no mynde of lufe? quhare is thy make? H Or artow seke, or smyt with jelousye? Or is sche dede, or hath sche the forsake? Quhat is the cause of thy melancolye, That thou no more lift maken melodye? Sluggart, for schame! lo here thy golden houre That worth were hale all thy lyvis laboure. XL. Gif thou suld sing wele ever in thy lyve, Here is, in fay, the time, and eke the space: Quhat wostow than? tt Sum bird may cum and stryve In song with the, the maistry to purchace. Suld thou than cesse, it were great schame allace, And here to wyn gree J J happily for ever;. 1 Here is the time to syng, or ellis never. With double penance. + Grieve, t Hast thou no desire to sing? Feeling. II Chirp. % Thy mate or marrow. In ...
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