Denkschriften, 第 42 巻

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Tempsky [in Comm.], 1893
 

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36 ページ - For feir of this all day I drowp; No gold in kist, nor wyne in cowp, No ladeis bewtie, nor luiffis blys, May lat me to remember this, How glaid that ever I dyne or sowp.
75 ページ - Hale, sterne superne, hale, in eterne In Godis sicht to schyne; Lucerne in derne for to discerne Be glory and grace devyne. Hodiern, modern, sempitern, Angelicall regyne, Our tern inferne for to dispern, Helpe, rialest rosyne.
86 ページ - The auld kene tegir with his teith on char Quhilk in a wait hes lyne for us so lang, Thinking to grip us in his...
75 ページ - Haile, in eterne, In Godis sicht to schyne ! Lucerne in derne, for to discerne Be glory and grace devyne ; Hodiern, modern, sempitern, 5 Angelicall regyne ! Our tern inferne for to dispern, Helpe rialest rosyne.
50 ページ - Nor lat no sable frome ws thy bewty hyd, That hes no confort quhair that we go or ryd, Bot to behald the beme of thi brychtness ; Baneiss all baill, and into bliss abyd ; 15 Dewoyd langour, and leif in lustiness.
55 ページ - Bird, quhy dois thow raif ? Man may tak in his lady sic delyt, Him to foryhet that hir sic vertew gaif, 75 And for his hevin rassaif hir cullour quhyt ; Hir goldin tressit hairis redomyt, Lyk to Appollois bemis thocht thay schone, Suld nocht him blind fro lufe that is perfyt ; All lufe is lost bot upone God allone.
57 ページ - Bothe sleping, walking, in rest and in travall; Me to reconfort most it dois awaill Agane for lufe, quhen lufe I can find none, To think how song this merle and nychtingaill, All lufe is lost bot vpone God allone.
83 ページ - Onto the crose of breid and lenth, 65 To gar his lymmis langar wax, Thai straitit him with all thair strenth, Quhill to the rude thay gart him rax ; Syn tyit him on with greit irne...
5 ページ - And sen thow knawis thy tyme is schort, And in all houre thy lyfe in weir is, Think, man, amang all uthir sport, Quod tu in cinerem reverteris.
55 ページ - O nychtingaill, it wer a story nyce, 65 That luve suld nocht depend on cherite, And gife that vertew contrair be to vyce, Than lufe mon be a vertew, as thinkis me ; For ay to lufe invy mone contrair be : God bad eik lufe thy nychtbour...