{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3864", "width": "2492", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Library of Congress.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nc\u00c2\u00ab*p. JEJ5L2.3L33\\nShelf \u00c2\u00abS b\\n9\u00e2\u0080\u0094404\\n6", "height": "3796", "width": "2364", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3860", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3828", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "(?irf pif ainmpnf for f|p (Jupioug\\nAT THE EDINBURGH\\n\u00c2\u00a9Itie JSoofte Scfjoppe.\\nCATALOGUE\\nOF\\nA FEW CHOICE OUT-OF-THE WAY BOOKS,\\nWEILL WORTHY THE NOTICE OF COLLECTORS,\\nOf which the Advertiser has the Entire Editions or Remainders.\\nTHOMAS GEORGE STEVENSON,\\nJlttttqttartait attb Historical bookseller,\\nSOUTH FREDERICK STREET, EDINBURGH.\\n(At the Sign of Sir Walter Scott s Head.)\\na bosc Srjop is toelUknoton, or outfn to be so, be all trje true lowers of\\ncurious little o.ti smofu=tJrutl Uolumes.\\nRobert (IDfjambeiVs Illustrations of tije ^lutfjor of Q^acerlerj.\\n22\\nTHE LEGENDS AND COMMEMORATIVE CELEBRA-\\nTIONS OF SAINT KENTIGERN, HIS FRIENDS AND\\nDISCIPLES. Translated from the Aberdeen Brevi-\\nary and the Arbuthnott Missal. With an Illustra-\\ntive Appendix consisting of Notices of the Lives of\\nSaints Thenew, Kentigern, Servanus, Columba,\\nAsaph, Baldred, Conw t all and Palladius. By William\\nStevenson, D.D., Professor of Divinity and Ecclesiastical\\nHistory, University of Edinburgh. Royal 8vo, boards.\\n1872\\nThis Volume was Printed for Private Circulation, the Im-\\npression being Exceedingly Limited.\\nANCIENT SCOTISH BALLADS, Recovered from Tradi-\\ntion, and never before published. Edited, with Notes\\nHistorical and Explanatory, by George Ritchie Kin-\\nloch. Sm. 8vo, boards. 10s. 6d. 1827\\nSURGUNDO or, The Valiant Christian. A Metrical\\nHistory of the Feuds and Conflicts of the Gordon\\nFamily. Edited from the Original Manuscript, with\\nIllustrative Notes by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe.\\n4to, portraits and plates, boards, 10s. 6d. 1837", "height": "3876", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "ii Catalogue of a Um \u00e2\u0082\u00acvLt=oUt\\\\)tm ftook*.\\nKELLY (Thomas, Sixth Earl of) MINUETS, SONGS, c.\\nComposed by, now for the first time published, with an\\nIntroductory Notice by Charles Kirk.atrick Sharpe.\\n4to, portrait and plate,boards, 10s. 6d. 1839\\nSCOTISH ELEGIAC VERSES on the Principal Nobility\\nand Gentry of Scotland from 1629 to 1729. Edited,\\nwith Interesting Biographical Notices, Notes, and an\\nAppendix of Illustrative Papers, by James Maidment.\\nSm. 8vo, boards, 10s. 6d. large paper. 8vo, boards,\\n18s. 6d. 1842\\nAYRSHIRE POETS: The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire,\\nIllustrated with Sketches, Historical, Traditional, Narra-\\ntive and Biographical, by James Paterson, and with\\nKemarks by Captain Charles Gray. 8vo, boards, 5s.\\n6d. 1846-47\\nDALYELL S (Sir John Graham) MUSICAL MEMOIRS\\nOF SCOTLAND. With Historical Annotations and\\nNotes, Illustrative of the Manners and Customs of\\nScotland, c, 4to, embellished with 45 fineplates, boards,\\n42s. 1849\\nRENFREWSHIRE POETS.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Sempills of Beltrees\\nThe Poems of the Sempills of Beltrees, viz. A Pick-\\nTooth for the Pope or, The Packman s Paternoster.\\nII. The Life and Death of Habbie Simson, the Piper of\\nKilbarchan. III. Epitaph on Sanny Briggs. IV. The\\nBanishment of Poverty. V. A Discourse between Law\\nand Conscience VI. The Blythesome Wedding. VII.\\nShe Eaise and Loot me in. VIII. Maggie Lauder.\\nNow first collected, with Notes, Biographical Notices of\\ntheir Lives, and an Appendix of Illustrative Documents,\\nby James Paterson. Sm. 8vo, boards, 10s. 6d. 1849\\nSCOTISH POETRY.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Braes of Yarrow, c. The\\nPoems and Songs of William Hamilton of Bangour.\\nCollated with the MSS., and containing Several Songs\\nhitherto unpublished; including the Original Prefaces\\nby Dr Adam Smith and Lord Eskgrove with an In-\\ntroductory Notice, Illustrative Notes, arid an Account of\\nthe Life of the Author, by James Paterson. 1 2mo,\\nportraits, boards, 5s. 1850\\nSCOTISH BALLADS AND SONGS, not to be found in any\\nother Collection. Edited, with an Introductory Notice\\nand Notes, by James Maidment. 12mo, boards, 10s.\\n6d. 1859", "height": "3856", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Catalogue of a feto 0nt=ot=t\\\\)t=vo^ ,f fiooto. iii\\nEARLY SCOTISH POETRY, 1618-1660 The Poetical Re-\\nmains of William Lithgow, the Celebrated Traveller,\\nviz. I. The Pilgrimes Farewell to his Eatiue Countrey\\nof Scotland, 1618. II. Scotland s Teares in his Coun-\\ntreyes behalf, 1625. III. Scotland s Welcome to her\\nNative Sonne, and Soveraigne Lord, King Charles, 1633.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094IV. The Gushing Tears of Godly Sorrow, 1640.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -V.\\nA Briefe and Summarie Discourse upon that lamentable\\nand dreadfull disaster at Dunglasse, 1640. VI. Scot-\\nland s Parsenesis to her dread Soveraign King Charles\\nthe Second, 1660. Now first Collected, and Edited,\\nwith Biographical Notices, by James Maidment. Small\\n4to, boards, 30s. 1863\\nReprints of Pare, Curious, and Interesting Works,\\nEdited, with Illustrative Additions.\\nuto Ballatr ^oetrg*\\nIn Small 8vo, cloth boards, 31s. 6d.\\nFOUR BOOKS OF CHOICE OLD SCOTISH BALLADS, viz.\\nI. A Ballad Book, 1823. II. A North Countrie\\nGarland, 1824.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 III. The Ballad Book, 1826.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 IV.\\nA New Book of Old Ballads, 1844. Edited originally\\nby Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, James Maidment,\\nand George Ritchie Kinloch. Now first collected, ivith\\nwoodcut portraits of the celebrated antiquary, Charles\\nKirkpatrick Sharpe, and Charles Leslie, alias\\nMussel Mou d Charlie, the eccentric Ballad Singer in\\nAberdeen, Sfc. 1868\\nOnly One Hundred and Fifty-Five Copies of this very Be-\\nMARKABLE COLLECTION PRINTED.\\nlEptscopacg anti Pres gterg.\\nIn Small 8vo, cloth boards, 12s.\\nPOEMS OF CONTROVERSY BETWIXT EPISCOPACY\\nAND PRESBYTERY Being the Substance of what\\npast twixt him and Several other Poets as also Several\\nPoems and Merry Songs on other Subjects with some\\nFuneral Elegies on several Noblemen and Gentlemen,\\nnever before published. By Eobert Smith, Schoolmaster\\nat Glenshee, Perthshire. 1869\\n4fr Reprinted from the Edition of 1714. The Impression Limiteb\\nto Seventy Copies for Subscribers Only.", "height": "3880", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "iv Catalogue of a feto \u00c2\u00a9ut=of-%-toag ^ookjf.\\n\u00c2\u00a9emonologg an* BKitrfjcraft\\nIn Small 8vo, with a fine Frontispiece, cloth boards, 21s., or\\non Large Paper, Demy 8vo, cloth boards, 31s. 6 d.\\nSATANS INVISIBLE WORLD DISCOVERED A Choice\\nCollection of Modern Relations, proving evidently\\nthat there are Devils, Spirits, Witches, and Appari-\\ntions, from Authentic Records, Attestations of Famous\\nWitnesses, and Undoubted Verity. To all which is\\nadded that Marvellous History of Major Weir and\\nhis Sister. By George Sinclar, Professor of Philo-\\nsophy in the College of Glasgoio. Reprinted from the\\nOriginal Edition issued in 1685. With a Supple-\\nment containing Additional Notices of Major Weir,\\nthe Witches of Galloway, Renfrew, Pittenweem,\\nKinross, and West-Calder. Edited with a Biblio-\\ngraphical Notice, and an Account of William Mitchel,\\nthe Tincklarian Doctor Edinburgh. 1871\\nThe Impression Limited to Two Hundred Copies Chiefly for\\nSubscribers.\\nShorter dated) ism in JHetre.\\nIn Small 8vo, cloth boards, 6s. 6d.\\nTHE ASSEMBLY S SHORTER CATECHISM IN METRE.\\nFor the use of Young Ones, by Mr Robert Smith,\\nSchoolmaster at Glammis,Coupar-Angus,Forfarshire. 1872\\nKeprinted from the Edition of 17*29, as Supplementary to the\\nPoems of Controversy betwixt Episcopacy and Presbytery,\\n17 J 4. The Impression limited to Seventy Copies for\\nSubscribers only.\\nJHarg \u00c2\u00a9Mttxi of Scots, Jtntrg fLor* \u00c2\u00a9amies, Oft*\\nffiootr Begent J urrag, UtrStcaltm of (Grange,\\nantr Patrick $faamsone, tfje arcijilsljop of St\\n^tttiretos, Set.\\nIn Small 8vo, cloth boards, 31s. 6d., or on\\nLarge Paper, Demy 8vo, cloth boards, 52s. 6d.\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES A Series of Historical, Poli-\\ntical, and Satirical Scotish Poems, ascribed to Robert\\nSempill, M.D.LXVIL-M.D.LXXXIIL Now first Col-\\nlected with a Preface and an Appendix, consisting of\\nPoems by Sir James Semple of Beltrees, 1598-1610, (now\\nfirst printed and Allan Ramsay, 1724. 1872\\nV* Only Three Hundred Copies of this Singularly Curious and\\nvery Interesting Collection Printed.", "height": "3832", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "6fr jSmqitll \u00c2\u00a9aflates. I\\nl567-t583.\\nI", "height": "3856", "width": "2432", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Quhen frae the dumps ze wald zour mind discharge,\\nThen tak the air in smiling Semplis Berge\\nOr heir him jyb the carlis did Grissy blame.\\nQuhen eild and spyte takis place of zouthheids Flame.\\nAllan Eamsay, 1724.", "height": "3828", "width": "2368", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nSetnpill JSallate*,\\nA SERIES OF\\nHISTOEICAL, POLITICAL, AND SATIRICAL\\nSCOTISH POEMS,\\nASCRIBED TO\\nROBERT SEMPILL.\\nM. D. LXVII. M. D. LXXXIII.\\nTO WHICH ARE ADDED\\nPOEMS BY SIR JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTREES,\\nM.D.XCVIII. M.DC.X.\\nNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME PRINTED.\\nEDINBURGH:\\nTHOMAS GEORGE STEVENSON.\\nM.DCCC.LXXII.", "height": "3880", "width": "2476", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "ol.\\nIMPRESSION LIMITED TO THREE HUNDRED COPIES.\\nTWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY ON SMALL PAPER\\nAND\\nFORTY ON FINE LARGE PAPER.", "height": "3824", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "so\\npreface.\\nHEN the First and only collected Edition of\\nThe Poems of the Sempills of Beltrees\\n[Sir James, Kobert, and Francis], was published in\\nthe year 1849, it was remarked that A Collection of the\\nPoems of Kobert Sempill, an author of so much ability\\nand reputation, is certainly a desideratum in Scotish Litera-\\nture, which the Publisher may at no distant period endeavour to\\nsupply. Since that time various matters occurred which\\nprevented such an endeavour from being carried out. The chief\\ncause was the rather sudden and unexpected death, on the 22nd\\nApril 1863, at the age of fifty-two years, in London, of my\\nfriend and well-wisher, William Barclay David Donald\\nTurnbull, Esq., Advocate, who had undertaken for me the\\nduty of Editor. Many of the Ballates were copied by\\nMr. Turnbull during his residence in London, and amid\\nhis engagements, either as a Barrister-at-Law of Lincoln s Inn\\nor as a student of history at the State Paper Office. But\\nthere were several others of them which he found at that\\ntime difficult of access.* However, through the kind assist-\\nA very interesting Memoir of Mr. Turnbull, with Notices of the Sale of\\nhis highly valuable (Second) Library, and that of his various Bibliographical\\nlabours, from the pen of John Gough Nichols, Esq., appeared in The\\nHerald and Genealogist for January 1864. It was afterwards Reprinted\\nwith some corrections, and circulated separately. His remains are interred\\nin the grounds of the Episcopal Church at the Dean Bridge, Edinburgh.\\na", "height": "3860", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "VI PREFACE.\\nance of Joseph Walter King Etton, Esq. F.S.A. of Elsham\\nRoad, Kensington, London, and that of David Laing, Esq.,\\nLL.D., Librarian to the Society of Writers to the Signet,\\nEdinburgh, copies of all these have since been obtained, and\\nthe other difficulties overcome. This Collection, or series of\\nHistorical, Political, and Satirical Poems, Ballads, and Pas-\\nquinades, is of the highest interest and curiosity. The pieces\\nof which it is composed were originally issued as Broadsides\\nand Small Tracts, printed in Black-Letter, between the\\nyears 1567 and 1591, chiefly during the reign of the Earl of\\nMurray as Eegent for Mary Queen of Scots and her son James\\nthe Sixth. They have now been here brought together and\\nReprinted in a uniform style, without the slightest alteration,\\nand thereby made accessible to Antiquaries for the first time.\\nNo doubt these Ballates have been characterized as gross,\\nilliberal, and obscene f but they are not unworthy of preser-\\nvation. Every writing coeval with the great and momentous\\noccurrences of the Sixteenth Century must be regarded as\\ninteresting, more especially if in any instance historical reality\\ncan be contrasted with popular belief. Many of these Black-\\nLetter Broadsides, describing the death of the King Henry\\nDarnley, and the Assassination of the Good Regent\\nMurray, c, were scattered amongst the people, and the ex-\\nasperation of the two parties in the state became daily more\\nincurable. On the rarity of these Broadsides it is superfluous\\nto enlarge. In many, if not in most, instances they are\\nunique. Few or no Duplicates of them are to be met with in\\nPublic or Private Libraries a circumstance for which it is\\neasy to account, if we reflect that they were seldom printed in\\na form calculated for preservation. Several of the Poems are\\nAnonymous but they are not the less interesting and curious", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. Vll\\nas expressing the sentiments of contemporaries, and may thus\\nbe considered as contributions to the history rather than the\\npoetry of the age.\\nOf Robert Sempill, to whom the Authorship of the Ballates\\nillustrative of Public Affairs about the close of the Eegency of\\nJames Earl of Murray, has been attributed, little or nothing is\\nknown. He has been described as a copious and voluminous\\nversifier of wars, and also as being one of the most perse-\\nvering and most unsuccessful of the period. He is represented\\nto have been Eobert, Fourth Lord Sempill, a Scotish Peer\\nbut his identity at this moment remains as doubtful as ever\\nit did. Certain it seems, however, that- none of the Lords\\nSempill were poets and although it is altogether extraordin-\\nary that the identity of an author of so much ability and re-\\nputation as Eobert Sempill should have been lost sight of,\\nstill it is nevertheless true that it has hitherto eluded all re-\\nsearch. Lord Sempill professed the Eoman Catholic Eeligion,\\nwhile the poems of Eobert Sempill contain the most unequivocal\\nproofs of having been written by a Protestant and very zealous\\nPresbyterian. There is some reason to believe that Eobert\\nSempill was a Captain in the Army he speaks of himself as\\nbeing present at the Sege of Edinburgh Castle. His poems\\nare said to be indecent and unpoetical, and his Legend of\\nthe Bischop of St Androis Lyfe, is spoken of as a compound\\nof vulgarity, passion, and malevolence, and also asa most\\npersevering, gross, and illiberal attack on the character of\\nDr. Patrick Adamson, who was a scholar, a man of talents,\\nand a prelate of ingenuity and of erudition, but was not free\\nfrom the glaring errors into which churchmen are sometimes\\nbetrayed by the fatal allurements of ambition. He became it\\nis added, successively Minister of Paisley, Chaplain to the", "height": "3860", "width": "2500", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "V1U PREFACE.\\nRegent, and Archbishop of St. Andrews. These honours were\\nnot obtained without loud impeachments of his consistency and\\nsincerity. And when the Archbishop was rapidly sinking into\\npoverty and contempt, Sempill employed himself in the compo-\\nsition of this cruel invective. On the other side, Thomas\\nDempster, in his Historia Ecclesiastica Gentis Scotorum\\nsive, De Scriptoribus Scotis 1627, (page 602,) Edinburgh,\\n(Bannatyne Club), 1829, represents Robert Sempill as exhibit-\\ning the combined excellencies of Propertius, Tibullus, Ovid, and\\nCallimachus. His Panegyric is too remarkable to be omitted\\nSemple, claro nomine poeta, cui patrius sermo tantum\\ndebet, ut nulli plus debere eruditi fateantur felix in eo calor,\\ntemperatum judicium, rara inventio, dictio pura ac Candida,\\nquibus dotibus Eegi Jacobo carissimus fuit. Scripsit Rhythmos\\nvernacule lib. 1 Carmina amatoria, ut Propertii sanguinem,\\nTibulli lac, Ovidii mel, Callimachi sudorem, aequasse plerisque\\ndoctis videatur, lib 1.\\nIn Robert Birrel s Diary 1532-1605, printed in the\\nFragments of Scotish History, Edited by John Graham\\nDaly ell, and published in 1798, it is recorded that there was\\nin 1568 The 17 of Januarii, a play made by Robert Semple,\\nand played before the Lord Regent, and divers uthers of the\\naSTobilitie. There have been several conjectures as to this\\nPlay and its author, with little satisfactory result. It was\\nprobably a very simple representation of some historical scene\\nor transaction, such as we can imagine the life of the execrable\\nBothwell to have gratefully furnished before such a company.\\nHowever, it is generally supposed to have been A verie ex-\\ncellent and delectable Comedie, intituled Philotos. It was\\nLives of the Scotish Poets, 1810, and The History of Scotish\\nPoetry, 1861, by Dr. David Irving, passim.", "height": "3844", "width": "2356", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. IX\\nfirst printed at Edinburgh by Robert Charteris in 1603.\\nAnother Edition appeared in 1612; and a reprint of the\\nFirst Edition, edited by Dr. Irving, was presented to the\\nMembers of the Bannatyne Club by John Whitefoord Mac-\\nkenzie, Esq., Edinburgh, in 1835.\\nJohn Knox, in a letter to Thomas Randolph, 3rd May 1564,\\nremarks that\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Boht youris ar cumen to my handis with your\\nbow, for the which I hartelie thank you. Rollettis tydingis\\nare as yit buried in the breastis of two within this realme, butt\\nMad dye telleht ws many newes The mess shall up, the\\nBischope of Glaskier and Abbot of Dunfermling come as Am-\\nbassadouris from the General Counsall, my Lord Bothwell\\nshall follow, with power to putt in execution whatsoever is de-\\nmanded, and our Soveraine will have done; and then shall Knox\\nand his preaching be pulled by the earis, etc. Thus with ws\\nravis Maddye* every day; but heirupon I greatlie pans not.\\nSempill appears to have been in such a rank of life as not\\nto be above ordinary rewards for his services, as on the 12th\\nof Feburary 1567-8 there is an entry in the Lord High\\nTreasurer s Books of \u00c2\u00a366, 13s. 4d. to Robert Semple. And\\nAlexander Montgomery, (Author of The Cherrie and the\\nSlave in a sonnet addressed to Robert Hudson, specifies\\nSempill as not exempted from the too common misfortunes of\\npoets\\nYe knaw ill guyding genders mony gees,\\nAnd specially in Poets for example,\\nYe can pen out tua cuple and ye pleis,\\nYourself and I, old Scott and Robert Semple.\\nMaddye, a name in common use at all time, and occurring in some of\\nthe Ballads of Eobert Sempill; one, for instance, ends Quod Maddie,\\nPrioress of the kaill-market. Richard Bannatyne, in his Memorials, 1570,\\nalso speaks of Madie in our fisch merkat, c.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Jokn Knox s Works,\\nCollected and Edited by David Laing. Vol. VI. p. 541. Letter lxxviii,\\nEdinburgh, Thomas George Stevenson, 1864.", "height": "3860", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "X PREFACE.\\nOn the 19th April 1567, an Act was passed, Anentis the\\nMakaris and Vpsettaris of Plackardes and Billis, viz., For-\\nsamekle as be ane licentious abuse enterit laitlie and cum in\\npractize within this Kealme, Thair hes bene placardes and\\nbillis and ticquettis of defamatioun sett vp vnder silence of\\nnycht in diuerse publict places alswiell within Burgh as\\nvtherwyse in the Kealme. To the sclander reproche and infamy e\\nof the Quenis Maiestie and diuerse of the Nobilitie. Quhilk\\ndisordour gif it be suffereit langer to remaine vnpunist may\\nredound nocht onlie to the gret hurt and detriment of all\\nnobillemen in thair gud fame, privat calumpniatoris having be\\nthis means libertie to bakbyte thame. Bot als the commone\\nmay be inquietit and occasioun of querrell takin vpounis fals\\nand vntrew sclander ffor remeid quhairof the Quenis Maiestie\\nand thre estaitis of parliament statutis and ordainis that in\\ntyme cuming quhair ony sic Bill or placard of Defamatioun\\nbeis fundin affixt or tint the persounis first seand or findand\\nthe samin salltak it and incontinent distroy it sua that no\\nforder knawlege nor copy pas of the samin. And gif he\\nfailzeis thairin and that thairthrow owther the writting beis\\ncopyit or proceidis to forder knawlege amang the pepille.\\nThe first sear and finder thairof salbe punist in the samin\\nmaner as the first Inventar, writtar, tynar, and vpsettar of the\\nsamin gif he wer apprehendit. That is to say the defamearis\\nof the Quene vnder the pane of Deid and to extend vpounn all\\nvtheris to Imprisonment, at the Quenis grace plesour and for-\\nder to be punist at hir hienes plesour according to the qualitie\\nof the persoun is sua defamit.\\nIn the Diurnal of Kemarkable Occurrents that have passed\\nwithin Scotland, 1513-1575, published by the Bannatyne\\nClub in 1833, it is recorded that Vpoun the twantie nyne", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XI\\n[nynetene day of Apryle 1567, our souerane ladie com with\\nthe nobilitie to the parliament, and come to the tolbuith\\nand certane Actis wes maid thairefter The third was\\ntwitching certane tickettis and wreittingis, put vp efter the\\nslauchter of the King, defaming diuerse personis without assu-\\nrance thairof, that nane suld set thame vp, write nor dyte thame,\\nor gif thaj saw thame, thaj suld distroy thame, and na copyse\\nto be tane thairof; with certificatioun gif thaj be fund in doand\\nthesamin, thaj suld be pvneist as principall doaris thairof.\\nIn The Autobiography and Diary of Mr. James Melvill,\\nMinister of Kilrenny, in Fife, 1556-1610, (Wodrow Society\\nEdition, 1842), it is recorded that while he was at Montrose in\\nthe year 1570, Ther was also ther a post, (a carrier or mes-\\nsenger, John Einheavin), that frequented Edinbruche, and\\nbrought ham Psalme Buikes and Ballates nam lie, of Bobert\\nSernple s making, wherin I tuik pleasour, and lernit sum\\nthing bathe of the esteat of the countrey, and of the missours\\nand cullors of Scottes ryme.\\nDavid Calderwood, in his History of the Kirk of Scot-\\nland, records under date 1582, that Bobert Sempill was\\ntakin out of his bed tyniouslie in the morning, upon Tuisday,\\nthe 5 th of June, by William Stewart, Arran s Brother, and\\nwas sent to Kinneill the nixt morning, because it was alledged\\nhe had receaved letters frome the Earle of Angus, And again,\\nunder date 1584, remarks that Bishop Adamsone s Behavioiir\\nin his journey to, at, and from Londoun, is sett doun in a cer-\\ntan poem made by Bobert Sempell, a Scotish Poet, intituled,\\nu The Legend of the Lymmar s Life. The summe is, he\\npretended he was to goe to the well of Spaw but his intent\\nwas no farther than England. As he went by Yorke, he\\ncaused Johne Harper, a Scotish tailyeour, tak off frome the", "height": "3876", "width": "2472", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Xll PREFACE.\\nmerchants a doublet and breaches of Turkie taffatie promised\\npayment when he returned back, alledging that the Scotish\\nmerchants at Londoun would give him as muche money as he\\ndesired. But he returned another way, and so the tailyeour\\nwas disappointed of his seven pund sterline. After he gott\\npresence, he stayed two months, but gott never presence\\nagain. He frequented the French ambassader s hous, where\\nhe gott his fill of good white wine. He would have borrowed\\nfrome the Frenche ambassader an hundreth pund but the am-\\nbassader was advertised by one of his servants, that he had\\nborrowed frome his mother in Parise fyfteene crownes, and\\nfrome other neighbours lesse or more, but never payed a groat\\nagain. Yitt the ambassader gave him ten punds sterline\\nknitt in a napkin nuike, saying he might spaire no more for\\nthe present. He borrowed likewise from Scotish merchants\\nat Londoun, and cousened them, speciallie Gilbert Donaldsone\\nand Patrik White. He alledged that he had sent some\\nletters of great importance with Patrik White. The said\\nPatrik tooke oathe he saw no suche thing yitt he was forced to\\nleave the land, and so was he paid for his 300 merk Another\\nmerchant gave him ten pund sterline, to purchase him licence\\nto transport fortie last of English beare. He went to Secretar\\nWalsinghame, and purchased a licence, alledging it was to\\nserve his owne hous at home but he gave the licence to\\nanother man, frome whom he tooke twentie pund sterline. He\\nborrowed frome the Bishop of Londoun a gowne to teache in.\\nThe bishop lent him a gown of grograne silk, weill lynned with\\ncostlie furrings but [Adamsone] restored it not againe. He\\nbegged hackney es, bookes, c, from bishops, and payed them\\nafter the same maner. When he was to gett presence of the\\nqueene, this famous ambassader pissed at the palace wall. The", "height": "3844", "width": "2356", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. xiii\\nporter was so offended at his incivilitie, that he beate him with\\na battoun.\\nAccording to Dempster, Eobert Sempill died in 1595.\\nIn an Essay on the Poets of Eenfrewshire, by William\\nMotherwell, prefixed to The Harp of Eenfrewshire,\\npublished in ]819,t we are informed that The Poets of\\nEenfrewshire have neither been few in respect of numbers,\\nnor contemptible in regard to merit. Although none of them\\nhave ever risen far above mediocrity, yet their performances\\nhave been such as to entitle their names to an honourable\\nplace amongst the minor bards of Scotland, and to preserve\\nthem from the death of total oblivion. As yet nothing like a\\ncompendious account, not even so much as a catalogue of these\\nmakers has been given, albeit the same is much wanted to fill\\nup some little chasms in the history as well of our ancient, as\\nour modern, stock of national biography and literature.\\nWith regard to the older Poets of this county, little can be said,\\nfor the best of all possible reasons, because little is known.\\nThose of what may be called the middle period, are scarcely\\nknown at all, except by name and the inimitable pieces they\\nhave bequeathed to a forgetful and ungrateful posterity. Of\\nthe late Poets this Shire has produced enough in all conscience\\nhas been written but whether much to the purpose or not, is\\na question easier propounded perhaps than conveniently\\nanswered Contemporaneous with Montgomerie (Author\\nCalderwood s History (Wodrow Society Edition), Vol. IV. p. 61. Edin-\\nburgh, 1843.\\nt The Harp of Eenfrewshire: a Collection of Songs and other Poetical\\nPieces, (many of which are original), accompanied with Notes, Explanatory,\\nCritical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire.\\n[Edited by William Motherwell.] 18mo, Paisley 1819. Reprinted, small\\n8vo, Paisley, 1872.", "height": "3876", "width": "2476", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "XIV PREFACE.\\nof the Gherrie and the Slae) was his friend Eobert Sempill\\na more voluminous, but by no means so good or so popular a\\npoet. It has been said elsewhere, that this Eobert Sempill\\nwas a titled personage but it is right to mention in this place,\\nthat Dr. Irving is decidedly hostile to such an opinion, and\\ntreats the whole matter as a mere figment of an idle imagina-\\ntion. One of the most persevering and unsuccessful versifiers\\nof this period, says he, was Eobert Sempill, whom a late\\nwriter (Sibbald), who amuses himself with perpetual con-\\njectures, ridiculously supposes to have been a Scottish Peer.\\nThe eulogium which Dempster has bestowed on Sempill s\\ngenius, is highly extravagant, and must have been conceived\\nwithout any previous acquaintance with his writings he re-\\npresents him as exhibiting the combined excellencies of Pro-\\npertius, Tibullus, Ovid, and Callimachus. Some pieces of this\\npoetaster are to be found in the Evergreen and Mr. Daly ell\\nhas lately republished others from the original editions. They\\nare equally indecent and unpoetical. With every mark of\\ndeference to the opinions of a writer who seldom dogmatises\\nrashly, and who has by his labours done so much for the\\nmemories of Scotland s poets, we at the same time are compelled\\nto dissent as widely from him on this point, as he seems to do\\nfrom Sibbald and Dempster.\\nIt is to be observed, that albeit the Doctor contradicts\\nSibbald, he does not disprove his. position, nor even attempt\\nto shake it by any investigation whatever which might throw\\nmore light on the subject matter of dispute. Mere assertions\\nare to be received with extreme caution, when unaccompanied\\nwith their proofs. As for our simple selves, we see nothing\\nridiculous at all in Sibbald s supposition but on the contrary\\nevery reason to make us believe it perfectly correct. According", "height": "3856", "width": "2372", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XV\\nto Douglas s Peerage and Crawfurd s History of Benfrewshire,\\nBobert, the fourth Lord Sempill, succeeded to his grandfather\\nin 1571, and died at an advanced age in 1611. Sempill the\\npoet wrote all his works between the years 1565 and 1573\\nfor in BirrelTs diary occurs the following notice 1568 Jan.\\n1 7. A play was made by Bobert Sempill, and performed before\\nthe Lord Begent and divers others of the nobility/ which\\nplay Sibbald imagines in all likelihood to be Philotus and in\\nAmes Typography of Great Britain, it appears that The Sege\\nof the Castel of Edenburgh, was imprintit be Bobert Le-\\npreuick, anno 1573. By Dempster, the death of Sempill is\\nfixed in 1595, but this discrepancy is over-ruled by the fact that\\nthis author was at a distance from his native country when he\\nwrote, and could not therefore be very conversant with, or\\ncorrect in obituaries, and must of necessity have trusted greatly\\nto vague and uncertain rumours regarding these particulars in\\nthe biographies of the celebrated men of his age. Here then\\nwe have two individuals bearing the same name, and living at\\nthe same period. That these two are one person, we have little\\nhesitation to affirm and with the simple affirmation of this\\nfact we might rest satisfied inasmuch as the Doctor is concerned,\\nbecause one opinion is quite as good as another, when both\\nhappen to be unsupported by any evidence in their favour, and\\nnone of them are unplausible in themselves. It is admitted at\\nonce, that there is no direct mention made in any writer of\\nSempill the poet being Lord Sempill, or that that nobleman\\nwas the same person with the said poet and the reason of\\nthis is obvious, because none of Sempill s contemporaries were\\nhis biographers, and the incidental notices, gleaned from various\\nquarters respecting him, relate to his literary character, not to\\nhis lineage and family connections. Moreover, it never hath", "height": "3884", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "XVI PREFACE.\\nbeen the custom to give poets any titles, save those which\\nserve to mark their peculiar excellencies all other trappings\\nare derogatory to the might and majesty of the simple sirname.\\nNo one, even in our own days, when speaking in general terms\\nof Byron as a great poet, thinks of saddling his discourse with\\nthe epithet Lord. The sirname is enough to let him who bears\\nit be known without this puny prefixture of worldly rank.\\nJSTow if it should so happen, that everything respecting the\\nbirth of this great man were lost, and all the Magazine histo-\\nries of him and other trash burned to a scroll, and nothing\\nsave fragments of his poems were extant, and a few remarks\\nof some critics contemporary with him upon his genius were\\nall that reached to distant posterity, it is very likely that a\\nlong-headed wiseacre of that generation, would split his lord-\\nship into two halves one whereof, to be Lord Byron, son of\\nsuch a one and the other, Byron a poet, of whose birth no-\\nthing was known.\\nSuch a one might write a very plausible sentence or two,\\nafter this fashion One of the most celebrated poets of his\\nday, was Byron. His works would appear to have been\\nnumerous and excellent, but of them few remnants now sur-\\nvive, and such as I have seen, are so mutilated and imperfect,\\nthat it is impossible to say anything definitive upon their\\nmerits or defects. It has been alleged by some, but without\\nany foundation in truth, that Byron was of noble extraction j\\nand others have gone so far as to say, he really was titled,\\nthan which nothing can be more ridiculous. True, there was\\na Lord Byron coeval with him, but I find no clue whatever in\\nthe history of these times that can lead me to suppose they\\nwere one and the same person. Had they been so, such a\\ncircumstance would never have been overlooked by the historian,", "height": "3856", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XV11\\nI therefore hold those who cling to this opinion as fools. And\\nwho would dare to beard or contradict so authoritative a wise\\none 1\\nWhat is now assumed with regard to Byron, has happened\\nto Sempill, Surely there is nothing ridiculous in supposing,\\nthat a Nobleman might write poems as well as a Squire of low\\ndegree. And yet it is with the ridiculousness of this supposi-\\ntion Dr. Irving is at odds. He may know, or at least he\\nought to do, that with a very few exceptions, none save Noble-\\nmen, Courtiers, and Clerical dignitaries, were the poets, philo-\\nsophers, historians, and literary factotums of that age. Edu-\\ncation then was not, as is the case now, diffused through every\\nrank and condition of society, but confined exclusively to the\\nhigher classes or professional orders. Without one having some\\nreal or pretended claim to genteel, if not noble birth, it is ques-\\ntioned if they then would even have been admitted to any terms\\nof familiarity with the great, whatever their talents were or\\nlabours had been. Feudalism, to be sure, was in that age\\nshaken to its base, but its ramparts were not cast to the ground\\nand where it appears in any formidable shape, a mortifying\\ndistance is always maintained between the magnates of the land\\nand the other members of the body politic.\\nAlthough the poetry of Sempill cannot be eulogised to the\\nextent which Dempster has done, neither can it be so far de-\\npreciated as Irving has attempted to do. He wrote in the\\nspirit of the times and it is unfair to measure him by the\\nstandard of taste established now. We much suspect that the\\nDr. has but sparingly looked into them, and been in the main\\nas much at fault while speaking of them, as he supposes\\nDempster to have been on a like occasion. This far we can\\nsafely say, namely, that they will bear comparison with similar", "height": "3884", "width": "2472", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "XV111 PREFACE.\\nproductions of the same period, and not be greatly the loser\\nby the experiment.\\nThe poetic vein that began in Lord Sempill, was continued\\nin the person of his cousin-german, Sir James Sempill of Bell-\\ntrees, author of the Packman s Pater Noster and by him\\ntransmitted to Robert Sempill, the author of the celebrated\\nEpitaph on Habbie Simson, Piper of Kilbarchan, until it\\nterminated in the person of Francis Sempill, his son, author of\\nthese popular songs Scho rase and loot me in Maggy\\nLauder, The blythsum Bridal, c, c, and of a poem,\\nentitled The Banishment of Poverty, c.\\nAnything more than this catalogue of names our limits for-\\nbid us to give. It is to be regretted, that the manuscripts of\\nFrancis Sempill are irretrievably lost. They fell into hands\\nwhich knew not their value, and it is to be feared out of them\\nthey will never be recovered. Respecting the Sempills, con-\\nsiderable information will be found in two small periodical\\npublications, entitled The Paisley Repository and Annual Re-\\ncreations, printed in 1812. Bating some inaccuracies in the\\nmatter, and sundry in elegancies of style, the information con-\\ntained in them will be useful to those desirous of knowing\\nmore about this distinguished family, more especially in regard\\nto Francis Sempill, of whom several anecdotes were related,\\nand who appears to have been rather of a harum scarum dis-\\nposition.\\nNotwithstanding Mr. Motherwell s very specious arguments,\\nthe great question still remains to be solved Who was Robert\\nSempill, the Scotish Poet of 1567-1595?\\nIt has not been considered requisite to prefix to this Collec-\\ntion any Disquisition as to the times and state of the parties,\\nKingsmcn and Queensmen, during the period embraced by", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XIX\\nthese Ballates. ^Neither could it be expected that Biogra-\\nphical notices should be given of the Lives and Characters\\nof Mary Queen of Scots, King Henry Darnley, the Eegent\\nMurray, Lord Methven, Sir William Kirkcaldy of Grange, or\\nof the Archbishop of St. Andrews. All such are already well\\nknown to the most cursory reader of Scotish History. Mary\\nQueen of Scots was married to Prince Henry, Duke of Albany,\\nLord Darnley, on Monday, the 29th of July 1565, in the\\nChapel of Holyrood. Henry Lord Darnley was murdered\\non Monday, the 8th of February 1566, at the Kirk of Field.\\nJames Stewart, (natural son of King James Y. by Margaret,\\ndaughter of John, Fifth Earl of Mar,) Earl of Murray or Moray,\\nthe Good Eegent, was assassinated by James Hamilton of\\nBothwellhaugh on the 23rd of January 1569-70, at Linlithgow,\\nin the thirty-seventh year of his age. His funeral, which\\nwas a solemn spectacle, took place on the 14th of February,\\nin the High Church of St. Giles, at Edinburgh, where he was\\nburied in St. Anthony s aisle, his head placed south, con-\\ntrair to ordour usit the sepulchre laid with hewin wark\\nmaist curiously, and on the head ane plate of brass. The\\nbody had been taken from Linlithgow to Stirling, and thence\\nwas transported by water to Leith, and carried to the palace of\\nHolyrood. In the public procession to the church it was ac-\\ncompanied by the magistrates and citizens of Edinburgh, who\\ngreatly lamented him. They were followed by the gentlemen\\nof the country, and these by the nobility. The Earls of\\nMorton, Mar, Glencairn, and Cassillis, with the Lords Glam-\\nmis, Lindsay, Ochiltree, and Euthven carried the body be-\\nfore it came the Lairds of Grange, and Colvil of Cleish\\nGrange bearing his Banner, with the Eoyal Arms, and Cleish his\\ncoat armour. Both of them on horseback. The servants of", "height": "3860", "width": "2476", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "XX PREFACE.\\nhis household followed, making great lamentation. On enter-\\ning the church the bier was placed before the pulpit, and John\\nKnox preached the funeral sermon over the remains of his]friend,\\ntaking for his text, Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord,\\nwhich drew tears from the eyes of all present. Henry\\nStewart, Second Lord Methven, was killed at Brochtoun\\n(Broughton) by a shot from the Castle of Edinburgh on the\\n3rd of March 1571-2. John Erskine, Earl of Mar, was\\nchosen Begent of Scotland on the 6th of September 1571, and\\ndied at Stirling on the 28th of October 1572. Sir William\\nKirkcaldy of Grange surrendered the Castle of Edinburgh to\\nthe English on the 29th of May 1573. On the 3d of\\nAugust following he was tried, and almost immediately after\\nsentence, brought from Holyrood drawn in a cart back-\\nward as a spectacle to the people, and executed in the presence\\nof an immense concourse of spectators at the market cross of\\nEdinburgh. His body was quartered, and his head placed\\nover the Castle gate. Patrick Cousteane, Coustane, Constance,\\nor Constantine, afterwards Adamsone, Archbishop of St.\\nAndrews, died on Saturday the 19th of February 1592.\\nKobert Lekprevick, the Printer of the Ballates appears to\\nhave been in business at the Nether Bow, Edinburgh, during the\\nyears 1561 to 1570 in Stirling and St. Andrews from 1571 to\\n1573, and again in Edinburgh from 1573 to 1581. In 1574,\\nhe was summoned to underly the law for printing in the\\nmoneth of Januar last bypast, in the yeere of God, 1573 yeeres\\nthereby, a little Booke, called, a Dialogue or mutual talking\\nbetwixt a Clerk and a Courteour, compiled, made, and set furth\\nby Mr. Johne Davidsone, regent for the time within Sanct\\nDiurnal of Occurrents in Scotland, 1513-1575, and Tytler s History\\nof Scotland, c, 1828-1843, passim.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XXI\\nLeonard s Colledge, in Sanct Andre wes, to the reproache\\nand slaunder of our Soverane Lords Eegent and Secreit\\nCounsell He compeered, was convict by an assise, and\\nthereafter, committed to waird in the Castell of Edinburgh.\\nInteresting notices of various works issued from his press are\\ngiven in Ames s Typographical Antiquities, by Herbert,\\n1785-90.\\nAt the sale of the very fine Library of David Constable,\\nEsq., Advocate, Edinburgh, on the 12th December 1828, there\\nwas knocked down, as the phrase is, for the sum of \u00c2\u00a32, 12s.,\\na Large Paper Copy of the volume entitled, Scotish Poems\\nof the Sixteenth Century, (with the Cancels), 1801, having\\nbound in at the beginning of it a Letter to Mr. Archibald\\nConstable, the Publisher, from the celebrated Critic and An-\\ntiquary, Mr. Joseph Ritson. This very fine nay, unique\\ncopy is now in the possession of John Whitefoord Mackenzie,\\nEsq., Edinburgh. We subjoin the following extract from Mr.\\nRitson s letter, as affording a notable instance of how a\\nwriter may speak out when he is in earnest, and as showing\\nthat the bile, engendered in the heat and bitterness of contro-\\nversy, is not at all allayed by abstinence from animal food, t\\nGray s Inn, 1801.\\nI am sorry to say that i have looked over (for it is im-\\npossible that any one should read) your publication of Scotish\\npoems of the sixteenth century, with astonishment and disgust.\\nThe Poetical Eemains of the Eev. John Davidson, 1573-1595, were for the\\nfirst time collected, and Forty Copies printed, with a Biographical Account\\nof the Author, by James Maidment, Edinburgh, [John Stevenson], 182.9.\\nf Poor Joseph very shortly afterwards met with more than his match in\\nthis way. It is pretty generally known that he wrote and published a volume\\nrecommending abstinence from animal food, and the merciless castigation\\nwhich he in consequence received from the pen of Mr. Brougham, in the\\nsecond volume of the Edinburgh Review, was said to have hastened his death-\\nb", "height": "3876", "width": "2464", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "XX11 PREFACE.\\nTo rake up the false, scandalous, and despicable libels, against\\nthe most beautyful, amiable, and accomplished Princess that\\never existed whose injurious treatment, misfortunes, persecu-\\ntion, imprisonment, and barbarous murder, wil be a last-\\ning blot in the national character to the end of time, and\\nwhich were, as they deserved, apparently devoted to everlasting-\\noblivion and contempt, to stuf almost an entire volume with\\nthe uninteresting lives of such scoundrels as regent Murray\\nand the laird of Grange, to publish, in short such vile,\\nstupid, and infamous stuf, which few can read, and none can\\napprove, is a lamentable proof of a total want of taste or\\njudgement, a disgrace to Scotish literature, degrades the repu-\\ntation of the editor, and discredits your own. I must be free\\nto tel you, that i wil not suffer such an infamous and detest-\\nable heap of trash to pollute and infect my shelves it is\\ntherefor under sentence of immediate transportation, though\\nmuch more fit for some other situation than a gentleman s library,\\nor even a bookseler s shop. I confess, at the same time, that\\nthe libel against the Tulchan bishop, though excessively scur-\\nrilous, has much merit, and would have been admissible in\\nany collection of a different description.\\nIn the sale of the Library of E. H. Bright, Esq., London,\\n1845, Lot 296, Ballads, which sold for \u00c2\u00a3525, contained\\nnine of Sempill s Ballates, ranging from 1567 to 1570.\\nAs Supplemental to the Sempill Ballates I have given in\\nan Appendix a few others which are believed to have been the\\nproduction of one of the Sempills of Beltrees. These were\\nunknown to me when I published their Poems in 1849. I\\nhave also inserted a Poem by Allan Eamsay, winch he in-\\ntended to have prefixed to The Ever Green, being a Collec-\\ntion of Scots Poems, wrote by the Ingenious before 1600,", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. XX111\\npublished in 1724, as being worthy of preservation, not so much\\nin regard to any merit the lines possess, but as expressing\\nhis sentiments respecting the merits of some of our early\\nmakers, he having been the first to recommend them to public\\nnotice. It has not been included in any edition of his works.\\nI hope the reader, when he dips into these Ballates, will\\nnot be displeased with this reflection, That he is stepping\\nback into the times that are past and that exist no more. I do\\nnot expect that they will please everybody nay, the critical\\nreader must needs find several faults, for I confess that there\\nwill be found among them two or three pieces whose antiquity\\nis their greatest value still I am persuaded there are many\\nothers that merit more of approbation than of censure and blame.\\nI cannot conclude without expressing in an especial manner\\nmy very grateful thanks to J. W. K. Eyton, Esq., E.S.A.,\\nElsham Eoad, Kensington, London, for his exceeding kind-\\nness and liberality in furthering this publication, and for his\\ncordial co-operation in procuring for me copies of many of the\\nBallates. I also gratefully acknowledge the kind assistance\\nrendered by David Laing, Esq., LL.D., Edinburgh, whose\\nknowledge of Scotish antiquities is only equalled by the\\nliberal zeal with which he communicates the results of much\\nreading and research. His description of the various Ballates,\\nand his information as to where copies of them were to be\\nfound, were truly of great importance, and saved much time\\nand expense. To my esteemed friend, Dr. William Steven-\\nson, Professor of Divinity and Ecclesiastical History, Edin-\\nburgh University, my thanks are equally due for his kind\\nadvice and suggestions during the progress of the Ballates\\nthrough the press and to Mr. Alexander Gibb, for his\\ncareful compilation of the Glossary.", "height": "3880", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "XXIV PREFACE.\\nTo the Council of the Society of Antiquaries of London, I\\nbeg sincerely to tender my grateful thanks for the very kind\\nand handsome manner in which they afforded me free access to\\ntheirvaluable collections, by which means I have been enabled,\\nwith the assistance of Mr. George Gatfield, MS. Department,\\nBritish Museum, London, to revise and compare the proof\\nsheets with the Original Black-Letter Broadsides, c, in the\\npossession of the Society, the State Paper Office, and that of the\\nBritish Museum. To other friends and supporters who very\\nreadily assisted me in my editorial labours, I have to tender\\nthe assurance of my grateful remembrance.\\nIt is here proper to mention, that having considered that the\\nprinting of the present Collection of Ballates would be attended\\nwith considerable risk, emolument is not to be expected but\\nI undoubtedly do not wish to make any pecuniary sacrifice.\\nIn limiting the number of copies, the object has been to secure\\nfor such persons as may be induced to become purchasers, the\\ncertainty of not seeing the work exposed at book-sales, or in-\\ncluded in a list of Eeally Cheap Books at a third of its ori-\\nginal cost. It is not besides likely that any work, the publi-\\ncation of which is simply to preserve literary or poetical re-\\nmains of an antiquarian character, would become popular, or\\nthat its circulation would be extended beyond those indi-\\nviduals who have a taste for such matters. To multiply copies,\\ntherefore, would produce no beneficial result. These are the\\nreasons which have induced me to limit the Impression\\nof this rather singular Collection strictly to Three Hundred\\nCopies. Two Hundred and Sixty on Small Paper, crown\\noctavo, and Forty on fine Large Paper, demy octavo.\\nS. S.\\nEdinburgh, July 1872,", "height": "3840", "width": "2256", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "In npmoriam.\\nHAVE now the painful duty of recording,\\nthat since the preceding pages were printed,\\nand which had been approved of by my\\nesteemed and very kind friend, J. W. K.\\nEyton, Esq., he has gone to his rest, having died on\\nThursday, the 1st of August 1872, at his residence, 27\\nElsham Koad, Kensington, London, in the fifty-third\\nyear of his age, in the full enjoyment of the profound\\nrespect and admiration of his friends, and the affection-\\nate love of his family.\\nThe following admirable tributes to his memory,\\nby his old friends, Mr. Timms and Hr. W. J. Thoms,\\nI have deemed well worthy of being reprinted and re-\\ncorded here\\nI. Extracted from the Birmingham Daily Post,\\n5th August, 1872.\\nThe late Mr. J. W. K. Eyton.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Not only our Shrop-\\nshire readers, but many of our older local readers too, will", "height": "3876", "width": "2464", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "learn with deep regret that Mr. Joseph Walter King Eyton,\\nF.S.A., died at his residence, Elsham Road, Kensington, on\\nThursday, August 1st, in the 53d year of his age. Mr. Eyton\\nwas a son of the late Eev. John Eyton, rector of Wellington\\n(Salop), and was not only a member of the most ancient of the\\ncounty families of Shropshire, and a worthy descendant of an\\nhonourable line resident in Shropshire from Norman days, but\\nhe had general as well as personal claims to the honour in\\nwhich he was held by all who knew him. Although neither\\nan author nor a public man, he exercised no small influence in\\nmany of the best works of his day. In the compilation of\\nthat unrivalled county history, entitled the History of Shrop-\\nshire, by his brother (the Eev. R. W. Eyton, M.A.), the late\\nMr. Eyton greatly assisted by his knowledge, and industry,\\nand taste. In the book-world his name will ever be famous\\nas the collector of the choicest and most perfect library ever\\nformed by a private purchaser every book being the best or\\nrarest procured with generous liberality, and chosen with\\nconsummate taste. The Eyton sale, in fact, marks an era\\nin bibliography, as the Roxburgh and Heber and Daniel sales\\nhave done, and the best books of all classes derive a special\\nvalue from having passed through Mr. Eyton s hands. So\\nlarge was his knowledge, and so perfect his taste in all matters\\nof printing, paper, and bookbinding of each of which he had\\nthe choicest and costliest examples that he was chosen as\\none of the Council of the Society of Antiquaries, and as one\\nof the Council of the Camden Society, and was ever one of the\\nmost generous patrons of the Archaeological Societies and\\nPrinting Clubs during the last thirty years. His munificence\\nin presenting books to the Library of the Society of Anti-\\nquaries, his taste and judgment in reprinting at his own cost,\\nchoice and curious works, his generous patronage of the best\\nprinters and bookbinders who really understood their art,\\nmade him ever popular among some of the most famous biblio-\\ngraphers and the most eminent literati of our day. His\\nassistance was sought wherever real knowledge about books or\\nprinting or paper or binding was needed, and was always\\nwillingly at the service of strangers as well as friends. For\\nsome years Mr. Eyton lived in Birmingham and Leamington,\\nwhere, although his manners were so modest, he made himself", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM.\\nXXV11\\nnumerous friends. For Birmingham itself he ever had a\\nspecial fondness, and our Reference Library and our Shakes-\\npeare Library owe no small portion of their treasures to his\\nknowledge and generosity and care. As a private friend Mr.\\nEyton was beyond all praise. His ample means were ever at\\nthe service of literature and art. He had no purpose in life\\nexcept the gratification of his friends. His one thought every\\nmorning must have been whom to please and how to oblige.\\nIn all parts of England he had correspondents, many of whom\\nhe had never even seen, but to whom he constantly sent what-\\never was likely to minister to their pleasures or to gratify their\\ntastes. His matured judgment, his long experience, his know-\\nledge of literature, his friendships with famous men, were\\nalways at the command of his correspondents, and he would\\ngladly search all over London to find a book which any friend\\nmight want. His generous and noble nature, his courteous\\nand kindly manners, his unbounded yet modest munificence,\\nhis untiring devotion to the tastes and pleasures of his friends,\\nhis large store of literary knowledge, his intercourse with many\\nfamous men, made him always welcome wherever he appeared\\nbut those only who knew him most intimately can fully ap-\\npreciate his manly modest virtues, or deplore too deeply the\\nirreparable loss which his death has caused in a large circle of\\ngrateful friends.\\nII. Extracted from Notes and Queries, 10th\\nAugust, 1872.\\nDeath of J. Walter K. Eyton, Esq., F.S.A. Those who\\nshared with us the advantage of knowing Mr. Eyton, will share\\nthe deep regret with which we record his death. Mr. Eyton\\nmust have been known to all lovers of fine books by the re-\\nmarkable library which he amassed, the dispersion of which\\nsome years ago by Messrs Sotheby created quite a sensation\\namong bibliographers. But great as was Mr. Ey ton s knowledge\\nof everything connected with bibliography, printing, binding,\\nc, he was more remarkable for his kindness and liberality,", "height": "3860", "width": "2468", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "XXV111 IN MEMORIAM.\\nfor his readiness, we should rather say his anxiety, to help his\\nliterary friends, and his liberal gifts to the Society of Anti-\\nquaries and other kindred Societies and he has left a name\\nwhich will be treasured with affectionate respect by all who\\nknew him.\\nThe Sale of Mr. Eyton s Library, above-mentioned,\\ncommenced on the 15th May 1848, in London, and\\ncontinued for eight days. The total produce was the\\nsum of \u00c2\u00a32,693, 15s. 6d.\\n22 Frederick Street,\\nEdinburgh, 16th August 1872.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "^able of Contents.\\nPEEFACE,\\nIn Memoriam of JOSEPH WALTEE KING EYTON, Esq.,\\nI. Heir followis ane Ballat declaring the Nobill and Gude inclina-\\ntioun of our King [1567],\\nII. Heir followis the Testament and Tragedie of umquhile King\\nHenrie Stewart of gude memorie, 1567,\\nIII. The Complaynt of Scotland [1567],\\nIV. Heir followis ane Exhortatioun to the Lordis, 1567,\\nV. Ane Exhortatioun derect to my Lord Eegentand to theEestof\\nthe Lordis accomplisis, 1567,\\nVI. Ane Declaratioun of the Lordis Just Quarrell, 1567,\\nVII. Ane Ansr maid to ye Sklanderaris yt blasphemis ye Eegent and\\nye rest of ye Lordis [1567],\\nVIII. The Kingis Complaint [1567],\\nIX. A Eyme in defence of the Q. of Scotts against the Earle of\\nMurray [1568],\\nX. Ane Tragedie, in forme of ane Diallog betwix Honour, Gude\\nFame, and the Authour heirof in ane trance, 1569-1570,\\nXL The Deploration of the Cruell Murther of James Erie of Murray,\\nVmquhile Eegent of Scotland, togidder with ane admoni-\\ntioun to the Hammiltounis Committaris thairof, and to all\\nthair Fortifearis, Mantenaris, or assistence, with ane Exhor-\\ntioun to the Lordis and Nobilitie, keiparis and defendaris\\nof our Kingis Grace Maiestie, 1570,\\nPage\\nv\\n14\\n18\\n41\\n50\\n62", "height": "3860", "width": "2468", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "XXX\\nTABLE OF CONTENTS.\\nPage\\nXII. The Eegentis Tragedie ending with an exhortatioun, 1570, 70\\nXIII. The Exhortatioun to all plesand thingis quhairin man can\\nhaifdelyte to withdraw thair plesure from mankynde,\\nand to deploir the Oruell Murther of vmquhila my Lor.1\\nEegentis Grace, 1570, 76\\nXIV. The Cruikit liedis the blinde, 1570, 81\\nXV. The Poysonit Schot, 1570 84\\nXVI. The Admonitioun to the Lordis, 1570, 90\\nXVII. Maddeis Lamentatioun, 1570, 94\\nXVIII. Maddeis Proclamatioun [1570], 98\\nXTX. The Spur to the Lordis, 1570, 104\\nXX. The Bird in the Cage, 1570, .107\\nXXI. The Hailsome Admonitioun, 1570, Ill\\nXXII. The Tressoun of Dunbartane, 1570, 116\\nXXIII. Ane Ballate of the Captane of the Castell 1570], 119\\nXXIV. The Exhortatioun to the Lordis, 1571, 123\\nXXV. Ane Admonitioun to my Lord Eegentis grace, 1571, 129\\nXXVI. The Bischoppis lyfe and testament, 1571, 133\\nXXVII. A Lewd Ballat [1571], Taken wt ye L. Setons writings, 140\\nXXVIII. My Lord Methwenis tragedie, 1572, 142\\nXXIX. Ane premonitioun to the barnis of Leith, 1572, 149\\nXXX. The Lamentatio of the Comounis of Scotland, 1572, 156\\nXXXI. The Lamentatiou of Lady Scotland, compylit be hir self,\\nspeiking in maner of ane Epistle, in the Moneth of\\nMarche, the zeir of God 1572, .161\\nXXXII. Ane new Ballet set out be ane fugitiue Scottisman that\\nfled out of Paris at this lait Murther, 1572, 173\\nXXXIII. The Sege of the Castel of Edinburgh, 1573, 177\\nXXXIV. Ane Complaint vpon fortoun [1581], .189\\nXXXV. Heir followis the Legend of the Bischop of St Androis\\nLyfe, callit Mr Patrick Adamsone, alias Cousteane,\\n[1S8SJ, 196", "height": "3848", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "TABLE OF CONTENTS.\\nSXX1\\nXXXVI. Followis the Ballat maid vpoun Margret Fleming, callit\\nthe Flemyng bark in Edinburght [1568], 230\\nXXXVTT. Heir followis the defence of Crissell Sandelandis for vsing\\nhirself contrair the Ten Commandis Being in ward\\nfor playing of the loun with every ane list geif hir half\\na croun, etc. [1568] 232\\nXXXVIII. Followis the Ballat maid be Bobert Semple, of Jonet Beid.\\nAne Violet, and Ane Quhyt. Being slicht wemen of\\nlyf and conversatioun, and tavernaris, [1568] 236\\nappmtrix.\\nI. Poems assigned to SIB JAMES SEMPLE of Beltrees\\n[1598-1610].\\n1. My Loue allaee is Loathsum wnto me, 241\\n2. Quhen Diaphantus knew, 242\\n3. Quhy did the Gods ordaine, 245\\n4. Let not the world beleive, 248\\n5. Evin as the dying swayne, 250\\n6. TVill thow remorsles fair, 253\\n7. Let him whois hapeles state, 253\\nII. Poem on some of the Auld Makars of Ba li.ates,\\nSangis, and Tragedies, by ALLAN RAMSAY\\n[1724] .255\\nGlossary applicable to The Sempill Ballatf.s, 257", "height": "3860", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3824", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "15674583.\\nI l etr follotois mt Ballat declaring tfje j otull\\nanli ffiuta mclinatioun of our l tttg*\\n[A Broadside, printed very closely in three columns, Black\\nLetter. State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume\\n13, {May) Number 47.]\\nO Edinburgh about vj, houris at morne,\\nAs I was passand pansand out the way\\nAne bony boy was soir makand his mone,\\nHis sory sang was oche and wallaway,\\nThat euer I sould byde to se that day,\\nAne King at euin withSceptur Sword and Crown\\nAt morne but ane deformit lumpe of clay,\\nWith tratouris Strang sa cruellie put downe.\\nThan drew I neir sum tythingis for to speir,\\nAnd said my freind quhat makis the sa way\\nBludie bothwell hes brocht our King to beir,\\nAnd natter and fraude with dowbill Dalyday\\nI studeit still and nathing could I say,\\nMy minde was full of admiratioun,", "height": "3860", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "2 THE SEMPILX BALLATES.\\nMy bony boy tell me without delay,\\nThe Kingis maneris forme and fassioun.\\n1T Narratioun shir gif I do tell,\\nHis cruell murther ze will call monsterous\\nFor in meiknes he did all men excell,\\nAnd vnto na man was he odious,\\nTo meit his marrow he was audatious,\\nOn sturdie steid with craftie feat of weir,\\nMars favourit him as fair Ascanius,\\niEneas Sone that weill ane steid could steir.\\nIn deidis he soulde haue bene lyke Deiphoebus-\\nHad feinzeit Fortoun fauourit him to Ring\\nOr Theseus or gentill Julius,\\nIn gentill featis ferand for ane King.\\nDartis about him swyftlie could he fling,\\nAnd rin ane rais and shortlie turne ane steid\\nCunning of crosbow cutthrot and culuering,\\nAne flaine lat ne with bow in tyme of neid.\\nIn gamis glaid he was rycht weill asswetit,\\nRycht featlie on the fluire alswa could dance\\nBot Dalila vnto him was vanlatit,\\nQuhilk causit him oft to be sad and pance.\\n2it neuer did sho se his maik in France,\\nOff royall bluid to fang to be hir feir\\nNot her fyrst spous for all his great puissance,\\nIn portratour and game mycht be hi peir,\\n1F Cunning of Clergy of musick meruelous,\\nThe louing leid of Latine could declair\\nSangis set with diuers tunis expres,\\nWith Instrument maist sweit into the eir.\\nWith hundis hunt he could baith Da and Deir\\nThe faid also rycht feitlie could he set,\\nAne gay gois Halk vpone his hand to beir,\\nAne Falcowne fle to se he thocht delyte.\\nWith Romaine hand he could weill leid ane pen.\\nAnd story is wryte of auld antiquitie,\\nNobill himself, and Nobill of Ingyne,\\nAnd louit weill concord and vnitie,", "height": "3844", "width": "2256", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 3\\nHe swoumit in the fluidis of Poetrie,\\nAnd did exerse the science liberaH\\nThe facund Phrase did vse of oratrie,\\nHis gude Ingyne was rycht celestial!\\n||\u00c2\u00a7F In pulchritude to Paris perigall\\nWith browis brent and twinkland Cristell eine\\nOff face formois and vult heroycall,\\nHe mycht haue bene ane marrow to ane Quene,\\nAt ten houris on Sonday lait at euin,\\nQuhen Dalila and Bothwell bad gudnycht\\nOff hir finger fals sho threw ane Ring,\\nAnd said my Lord ane taikin I zow plycht.\\nIT Scho did depairt than with ane vntrew traine,\\nAnd than in haist ane culuering they leit crak\\nTo teiche thair feiris to knaw the appoint tyme,\\nAbout the Kingis lugeing for to clap.\\nTo dance that nycht they said sho sould not slak,\\nWith leggis lycht to hald the wedow walkane\\nAnd baid fra bed vntill sho hard the crak,\\nQuhilk was anesigne that hir gude Lord was slane.\\nAnd Maddie meinis sho did in Setoun sing\\nFull weill was her that day that sho was fre\\nAnd into joy and out of tray and tene,\\nSo frely fred from all aduersitie.\\nO Stewartis stout ha benedicitie.\\nWar ze not Royis in this Regioun\\nAnd ay did vse Justice and equitie,\\nAnd now zour glas of honestie is run.\\nUnles ze now sharplie shuit out zour handis\\nAnd trewlie try the gyltie of this blude\\nZe wilbe repuite Lowreis ouer all landis,\\nAnd fais to Christ deit on the Rude.\\nMy Lordis thairfoir I think for zow gude,\\nThe tresoun try and puneis equallie\\nLat not your landis defylit be with blude,\\nAnd gif ze do God shaw his Maiestie.\\nIT Quhen Davie deit our Quene rycht potentlie\\nInto this Realme did rais ane ryall rout", "height": "3856", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nOut of this Regioun Lordis gart sho fTie,\\nTresoun to try sho was that tyme maist stout.\\nBut sho is slak to try this tresoun out,\\nAnd to him Dauy was na perigall\\nDauy and his, thair state was wont shone clout,\\nOur cumly King was of the blude royall.\\nFor dowbill Dauy sho did zow expell,\\nThink on thairfoir quhill ze haue sic ane cryme,\\nAnd ze defend the cruell Jesabell\\nThan Baallis Priestis will cal zow verray kynde\\nNow euerie Dowglas of ane hartsum mynde,\\nThinke on dame Margaret sumtyme in the towre,\\nAnd of young Charles prudent of Ingyne.\\nI pray God lat them se ane ioyfull houre.\\nIF O ze that dois profes Godis worde deuyne,\\nSe that ze sclander not his haly Name\\nRemember Jesus Judas put to pyne,\\nFor slak regaird of Godlynes and blame.\\nGod he is all that la}ds ane stumling stane,\\nQuhilk may the cause be of our britheringis fall,\\nRestoir againe zour foule polluted fame\\nGif ze fauoure Christ Jesus trew Gospell.\\nThe buik of Josua as I did reid,\\nAnd thairin ane exampill did I find\\nHow Acan tuik the excommunicat guid\\nAll Israeli war threitnit for that sin.\\nThe fauour of God be na way could he win,\\nQuhill trewlie tryit war faultouris of the faill\\nQuhome Josua in flambis fell did burne\\nAnd then did ceis God s wrath celestiall.\\nGif God was wrath at ane small pegrall stouth.\\nAnd for ainis fault ane multitude did shoir,\\nGif diligence to mak the giltie couth,\\nOr he will do to zow as he befoir.\\nZe knaw zour cryme is wors ane greit daill moir,\\nNor hunders twa of sicklis silver fyne,\\nTo pull ane King fra his hie potent gloir\\nQuhome God did place be ordinance dewyne.", "height": "3856", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 5\\nze that to our Kirk hes done subscriue\\nThir Ecanis try alsweill traist I may\\nGif ze do not the tyme will cum belive\\nThat God to zow will rais sum Josuay,\\nQuhilk sail zour bairnies gar sing wallaway,\\nAnd ze your selfis be put downe with shame\\nRemember on the ugsum latter day\\nQuhen ze rewaird sail ressaif for zoure blame.\\n1 ken rycht Weill ze knaw zour dewtie,\\nGif ze do not purge zow ane and all,\\nThan sail I wryte in prettie poetrie\\nIn Latine leid in style Eethoricall.\\nQuhilk throw all Europe sail ring lyke ane bell,\\nIn the contempt of zour malignitie,\\nFy fie fra Clitemnestra fell\\nFor sho was neuer lyke Penolopie.\\nWith Clitemnestra I do not fane to fletche,\\nQuhilk slew hir spous the greit Agamemnon\\nOr with ony that Mynos wyfe dois matche,\\nSemiramus quha brocht hir gude Lord downe.\\nQuha dow abstene fra litigatioun,\\nOr from his paper hald aback the pen\\nExcept he hait our Scottis Natioun,\\nOr than stand vp and traitouris deidis commend.\\nIF Now all the wois that Ouid in Ibin\\nInto his pretty lytill buik did wryte,\\nAnd mony mo be to our Scottis Quene,\\nFor sho the cause is of my wofull dyte.\\nSa mot hir hart be fillit full of syte,\\nAs Herois was for Leanderis deth\\nHirself to slay for wo quha thocht delyte,\\nFor Henryis saik to lyke, our Quene war laith.\\n1 The doloure als that peirsit Diddis hart,\\nQuhen King Enee from Carthage tuik the flycht.\\nFor the Quhilk cause vnto ane brand sho start\\nAnd slew hirself quhilk was ane sory sycht.\\nSa mot sho die as did Creusa brycht,\\nThe worthie wyfe of dowchtie Duik Jason", "height": "3852", "width": "2440", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "6 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuha brint was in ane garment wrocht be flycht\\nOff Medea throw incantation.\\nHir lauchter lycht be lyke to trim Thysbie,\\nQuhen Pyramus sha fand deid at the well\\nIn langour lyke vnto Penolopie,\\nFor vlyssis quho lang at Troy did dwell\\nHir duilsum deith be wars than Jesabell,\\nQuhome throw ane windo suirlie men did thraw.\\nQuhais blude did laip the cruell hundis fell,\\nAnd doggis could hir wickit bainis gnaw.\\n1F War I ane hund, o gif sho war ane hair,\\nAnd I ane cat and sho ane lyttill moua\\nAnd sho ane bairne and I ane wylde wod bair,\\nI ane firrat and sho Cuniculous.\\nTo hir I sal be ay contrarius,\\nQuhill to me Atropus cut the fatell threid\\nAnd feill deithis dartis dolorus,\\nThan sail our Spiritis be at mortall feid.\\nMy Spirit hir Spirit sal douke in Phlegethon\\nInto that painfull fylthie nude of hell\\nAnd thame in Styx and Lethee baith anone,\\nAnd Cerberus that cruell hund sa fell.\\nSail gar hir cry with mony zout and zell,\\nO wallaway that euer sho was borne\\nOr with tresoun be ony maner mell,\\nQuhilk from all blis sould cause hir be forlorne.\\n11 War John Bochas on lyue as he is deid,\\nWorthy workis wold wryte in hir contempt\\nAlsweill of tresoun as of womanheid,\\nThairto his pen wald euer mair be bent.\\nHir for till shame and bludie Bothweli shent,\\nAnd wold the counsall craif his warysoun,\\nThe quhilk King James the fyrst in Parliament,\\nGaif to his Father for ane hie tresoun,\\nQuha did forfault him of his land and rent,\\nAnd his leuing annext to the Crown\\nAnd to hir shame, and to hir greit contempt,\\nQuhen that he come vnto ane strange natioun.", "height": "3844", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 7\\nThan sould he inak declaratioun,\\nThe causis all of his sory banishment,\\nTo be for trasoun done vnto the Crowne,\\nGif I do he reid the Act of Parliament.\\nMy bony boy thy murning dois me harme,\\nBot thy sweit fignreit speiche dois me delyte\\nIn poetrie I traist zow be na barne,\\nQuhilk dois reheirs the Poetis auld indyte.\\nAt thir traytouris I find thow hes dispyte,\\nAnd I ane Menstrell is and can sing\\nWald thow in Poetrie thy mater wryte\\nIn thair dispyte thy scellat sail I ring.\\n^OT Albeit my hart be fillit full of syt-e,\\nAnd mony troublis tumbland in my mynde,\\nZit vnder neth this hauthorne sal I wryt e\\nOr my forwereit body preis to dyne\\nIn Poetrie narratioun of the cryme,\\nQuhilk thow may sing except that thow be red,\\nIn Inglis toung quhan will gif place and tyme,\\nAnd than in Latine leid I think to spred,\\nIT My veii^sis prompt in style Rethoricall,\\nQuhilk pass sail to the Tane of Tartarie\\nAnd Peirs sail erthe and air Etheriall,\\nThe wickit works done in Britannie.\\nMy bony boy quod I fair mot the fa\\nWith that he rais and reikit me this bill\\nAnd tuik gude nycht and shuik our handis twa,\\nSa we departit soir against my wilL\\nf Finis.\\nj|{ Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekprevik.", "height": "3860", "width": "2432", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "8 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n3BL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jfeir follobrig tfre Cegtament atttr Cragetiie of\\nbmquJjile Ithtg ^znxit Stefoart of guta\\nmemorte*\\n[British Museum.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cottonian MSS. Caligula, C. 1. f. 17.\\nScotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century, collected by\\nJohn Graham Daly ell, Edinburgh 1801.]\\nHenry Stewart, vmquhile of Scotland King,\\nSumtyme in houpe, with reuerence to Ring\\nWithin this Realme in dew obedience,\\nTraisting with ane attoure all eirdlie thing\\nQuha was the mite quhair of I did spring,\\nIn honour to Hue, be kindelie allyance\\nPutand in hir sic faith and confidence,\\nIngland I left, seducit be ignorance\\nScotland I socht, in houpe for to get hir,\\nQuhilk I may rew, as now is cum the chance,\\nAnd vthers learne be me experience\\nIn tyme be war, fra ainis the work missit her.\\nSumtyme sho thocht, I was sa amiabill,\\nSa perfyte, plesand, and sa dilectabill\\nLancit with luif, sho luid me by all wycht,\\nSum tyme to shaw efFectioun fauorabill,\\nGratifeit me with giftis honorabill,\\nMaid me ze knaw, baith Lord, Duik, Erie and Knycht:\\nSum tyme in mynde sho praisit me sa hycht,\\nLeifand all vther, hir bedfellow brycht\\nChefit me to be, and maid me zour King\\nThan was I thocht happy into menis sycht,\\nAnd puir anis did pryse thair maker of mycht\\nThat send thame ane Stewart sa kindelie to Ring.\\nThus quhen sho had auancit me in estate,\\nHir for to pleis I set my haill consait", "height": "3836", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhilk now is cause of my rakles ruyne,\\nHir licherous luife quhilk kindlit ouer hait,\\nCauld hes it cuild, and sylit me with dissait\\nPlungeit my corps into this present pyne,\\nNot onelie zow Lordis causand me to tyne,\\nBot als allace fra my trew God declyne,\\nQuhome I imbrasit, for plesoure of hir Mes\\nJustlie thairfoir, I haue deseruit this fyne,\\nQuha for hir saik denyit the God deuine\\nThat did me bring fra plesoure to distres.\\nBackwart fra God my Spirite fra sho wylit\\nDaylie with darknes my sycht sho ouersylit,\\nMy Princelie pretence -began to decay,\\nVaine houpe in hir my ressoun exilit,\\nMy truethles toung my honoure defylit\\nMy doing in deid sho gart me deny,\\nFra credite I crakit, kyndnes brak ray,\\nNo man waid trow the worde I did say,\\nMy leigis me left, persauand hir Ire\\nIngland I left, and help was away\\nGod maid hir scurge to plaigue me for ay,\\nBe war the scurge he cast not in the fyre\\nThus was I than to doloure destinat,\\nMiserabill man and Prince infortunat,\\nQuhomlit in sorow and plungeit in cair\\nSum tyme in mynde with anger agitat,\\nSum tyme in Spirit pansiue and fatigat,\\nMusand the meine mycht meis hir euer mair,\\nSum tyme with doloure drewin in dispair,\\nWariand the warld, welth and weilfair,\\nDeid I desirid hir falset to fie,\\nSum tyme in mynd thinkand the contrare,\\nSum vncouthe vaiage I purpoisit prepare,\\nBot not sa vncouth as was prepairit for me.\\nInto the tyme of this my extasie,", "height": "3876", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "10 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhen I was in this fearfull fantasie,\\nWith feinzeit fair, and wylie wordis discreit,\\nScho come to me with greit humilitie\\nLamentand sair my greit calamitie,\\nMy langsum lyfe, and sair tormentit Spirite,\\nPromittand with ane faithfull hart eontreit,\\nIn tyme to cum, with reuerence me treit\\nTo my degre, in honoure, luife and peace,\\nTraistand into hir wylie wordis sweit,\\nMy hairt and lyfe into hir handis compleit,\\nI put, and past vnto the Sacrifice.\\nQuhat sail I wryte, how I was troublit thair,\\nI wat it wald mak ony haill hairt sair.\\nFor to reuolue my tristsum tragidie,\\nHow that thay boucheouris blew me in the air,\\nAnd stranglit me, I shame for to declair\\nNouther to God, nor honoure hauand Ee,\\nI houpit weill to haue na ennymie,\\nInto this Realme fra my natiuitie,\\nThair was na man, quhome to I did offend,\\nDissauit far I fand the contrarie,\\nOff Tygeris quholpis fosterit in tyrannie,\\nAne treuthles troup hes drewin me to this end\\nO faithless flock, denuicle of godlyness,\\nO Serpentis seid, nurisheit in wickitnes,\\nFosteraris of falset, huirdome and harlatrie,\\nMantenaris of murther, witchecraft expres,\\nTresoun amang zow dois day lie iDcres\\nLawtie is banist, Justice and equitie.\\nQuhat sail I wryte of zoure wyle vanitie\\nOn falset is foundit zoure haill felicitie,\\nZour Castellis nor townis, sail not zow defend,\\nGod hes persauit zour infidelitie,\\nAnd schortlie will plaigue zour crewell tyrannie,\\nOff zour schort solace sorow salbe the end.", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 11\\nQuhat hairt so hard for petie will not bleid\\nQuhat breist can beir bot man lament my deid\\nQuhat toung sa thrall in silence suir can rest\\nTo se ane saule in sorow sowsit but feid,\\nAne saikles Lambe, ane innocent but dreid,\\nTaine be consent of thame he luiffit best\\nFurth of his bed with doloure to be drest,\\nBy thrawart malice and murther manifest,\\nJugeit by Law, and hangit syne but dome,\\nSair it was to se zoure Prince with murther prest\\nSairar I say him in his place possest,\\nThe deid that did, than Burrio, now Brydegrome.\\nO wickit ivemen vennomus of natuire,\\nSerpentis of kynde, thocht cumlie seme zour statuire\\nVnstabill ioy, full of aduersitie,\\nIn mynde malicious attoure all creatuire,\\nQuhais malice taine, for euer dois induire\\nTeichit be experience, sa may I testifie,\\nZoure craffcie consaitis cloikit with flatterie,\\nAnd. mylde meiknes sylifc with subtilitie\\nAr Medeais helters to bring vs in zour net,\\nGude deidis of auld gois furth of memorie,\\nThe ruite of euill remaines but remedie,\\nAy in zoure mynde sum vengance quhill ze get.\\nFor Dawyis deid in Maryis mynde sa prentit\\nConsauit haitrent, day lie mair augmentit,\\nMeik war his wordis, thocht greit was his greuance\\nOft at command, to mak hir weill contentit,\\nIn pouertie and paine my self fra court absentit\\nPaine could not pleis hir, nor zit obedience,\\nPersaue of lust the malice and mischance,\\nQuhair Venus anis gettis in hir gouernance,\\nSic sylit subiectis feiterit in hir snair\\nWisdome is exilit, and prudent puruoyance,\\nNobilnes and honour, defacit be ignorance,\\nAnd vertew banist, fra shame pas shed of hair.", "height": "3860", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "12 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThis sentence trew we may persaue in deid,\\nIn sindrie authouris quha lykis for to reid,\\nIn luiffis raige, as storyis dois reheirs,\\nThe crewell work of wretheit womanheid,\\nWe may persaue in Scylla to succeid\\nFor Minos luife, hir Father gaif na grace,\\nDeianira hir husband Hercules,\\nFor Nessus saik, maist crewelhe allace\\nBrocht to mischeif, for all his vassalage,\\nAnd Clytemnestra for Egistus face,\\nAgamemnon the mychtie King of Greice,\\nHir husband slew, so vyle was hir vsage.\\nOff Ancus Martius we reid the greit mischance\\nQuha rang in Rome in proude preheminance,\\nSlaine be Lucinio at Tanaquillis procuire,\\nSamson also for manheid and prudence,\\nAll Israeli that had in gouernance\\nDalila desauit in vnder couertoure\\nQuhairfoir lat men be war and keip thame suire,\\nFra wemenis vennome, vnder faithles figure,\\nAnd gif na wyfe thair counsall for to keip,\\nFor as the woirme that workis vnder cuire\\nAt lenth the tre cousumis that is duire,\\nSo wemen men, fra thay in credite creip.\\nI speik not but pruise, quhilk I may sairlie rew,\\nQuhat lyfe did thoill, my deid dois try it trew,\\nMy fragill fortowne, sa faithles hes bene heir,\\nWald God the day that I thee Scotland knew,\\nAtropus the threid had cut, lachesis drew,\\nSo sould not felt the change of fortownes cheir,\\nMy Kingdome cair, my wealth was ay in weir,\\nMy state vnstabill, me drew fra God is feir,\\nMy plesosre prikis my paine ay to prouoke.\\nMy solace sorow sobbing to asteir,\\nMy ryches, powertie, power to empire,\\nMy wratchit wyfe hes now put out the smoke.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 13\\nQuhat warldlie joy in earth may lang induire,\\nOr quhat estate may heir him self assuire\\nFor to conse rue his lyfe in sicernes,\\nQuha may sustene the perrillous auentuire\\nOff fals fortowne inconstant and vnsuire\\nOr quhair sail men find steidfast stabilnes\\nAll warldlie blis is mixt with bitternes,\\nSpringand with ioy, endand with wretchitnes,\\nAs heir my end reheirsit dois record,\\nQuhairfoir let Princes pryde thame not expres\\nIn warldlie welth in pomp nor worthy nes,\\nBot stablishe thair strenth, with Dauid on the Lord,\\nIn earth thairfoir sen nocht is parmanent,\\nMy soule to God I leif omnipotent,\\nMy Bab and Childe vnder the counsalhs cuire,\\nTo zow my Lordis of my deid Innocent,\\nFor to reuenge I leif in Testament,\\nMy saikles bluid, my murther and iniure,\\nThocht Princes wald be falset zow alluire,\\nHurt not zour honouris, the samin to smuire,\\nFirst luik to God, syne to zour libertie,\\nThink weill suppois my death ze wald induire,\\nGif Rubbers King na subiect salbe suire\\nMair nor the sheip in Foxes companie.\\n11 Finis.\\njgj Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik,\\nAnno Do. 1567.\\nNote.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The words printed in Italics are crossed in the original.", "height": "3872", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "14 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nffl Cfje Complagnt of Scotland\\n[In Major Pearson s Collection. Printed on one side, without\\ndate, place, or printer s name. Black Letter. Commu-\\nnicated by Joseph Ritson to the Gentleman s Magazine,\\nwhere it is reprinted, November 1791. Scotish Ballads\\nand Songs. Edited by James Maidment, Edinburgh,\\n1859.]\\nDEW all glaidnes, sport, and play,\\nAdew fair weill, baith nycbt and day\\nAll thingz that may mak mirrie cheir,\\nBot sich rycht soir in hart and say,\\nAllace to Graif is gone my deir.\\n1T My lothsum lyfe I may lament,\\nWith fixit face and mynde attent,\\nIn weiping wo to perseueir,\\nAnd asking still for punischement,\\nOf thame hes brocht to graif my deir,\\n1F But lang allace I may complaine,\\nBefoir I find my deir againe,\\nTo me was faithfull and Inteir,\\nAs Turtill trew on me tuke paine\\nAllace to graif is gone my deir.\\nIT Sen nathing may my murning mend,\\nOn God maist hie I will depend\\nMy cairfull cause for to vpreir\\nFor he support to me will send\\nAlthocht to graif is gone my deir.\\nIT My hauie hap, and piteous plycht,\\nDois peirs my hart baith day and nycht,\\nThat lym nor lyth I may not steir,\\nTill sum reuenge with force and mycht\\nThe Cruell murther of my deir.", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "w\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES. lo\\nIF This cureles wound dois grief me soir,\\nThe lyke I neuer felt befoir\\nSen Fergus first of me tuke steir,\\nFor now allace decayis my gioir\\nThrow cruell murther of my deir.\\nIT wickit wretche infortunat,\\nSauage seid Insatiat,\\nMycht thow not frantik fule forbeir\\nTo sla with dart Intoxicat,\\nAnd cruellie deuoir my deir.\\nWa worth the wretche, wa worth thy clan\\nWa worth the wit that first began\\nThis deir debait for to vpsteir,\\nContrare the Lawis of God and man,\\nTo murther cruellie my deir.\\nIT Throw the now Lawles libertie\\nThrow the mischeif and crueltie\\nThrow the fals men thair heidis vpbeir\\nThrow the is baneist equitie,\\nThrow the to graif is gone my deir.\\nThrow the ma Kingz than ane dois ring\\nThrow the all tratourz blyithelie sing,\\nThrow the is kendlit ciuill weir,\\nThrow the murther wald beir the swing,\\nThrow the to graif is gone my deir.\\n1T Throw the is rasit sturtsum stryfe,\\nThrow the, the vitall breith of lyfe\\nIs him bereft, did with the beir\\nQuhen Gallow pin, or cutting knyfe\\nSuld stranglet the, and saiffc my deir.\\nIT Ungraitfull grome, sic recompence,\\nWas not condigne to thyne offence,", "height": "3872", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "16 THE SEMPILL BALLATES\\nWith glowing gunne that man to teir,\\nFrom doggis deith was thy defence\\nTo the sic mercie schew my deir.\\n11 O curssit Cain, hound of hell,\\nO bludie bairne of Ishmaell,\\nGedaliah quhen thow did steir,\\nTo vicis all thow rang the bell,\\nThrow cruell murther of my deir.\\nU Allace my deir did not foirsie,\\nQuhen he gaif pardone vnto the\\nMaist wickit wretche, to men sinceir\\nQuhat paine he brocht and miserie,\\nWith reuthfull mine to my deir.\\nIT But trew it is, the godly men\\nQuhilk think na harme nor falset ken,\\nNor haitrent dois to vtherz beir,\\nAr sonest brocht to deithis den\\nAs may be sene be this my deir.\\nIF Thairfoir to the I say no moir,\\nBut I traist to the King of Gloir,\\nThat thow and thyne sail zit reteir\\nZour Campz with murning mynde richt soir,\\nFor cruell murther of my deir.\\nIF nobill Lordis of Kenoun,\\nO Barronis bauld ze mak zow boun\\nTo fute the feild with fresche effeir,\\nAnd dintis douse, the pryde ding doun\\nOf thame that brocht to graif my deir.\\nIF Reuenge his deith with ane assent,\\nWith ane hart, will, mynde, and Intent,\\nIn faithfull freindschip perseueir\\nGod will zow fauour, and thame schent,\\nBe work or word that slew my deir.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n17\\nIT Be crous ze commouns in this cace,\\nIn auenture ze cry allace,\\nQuhen murtherars the swinge sail beir,\\nAnd from zour natiue land zow chace,\\nUnles that ze reuenge my deir.\\nIT Lat all that fische be trapt in net,\\nWas counsall, art, part, or reset\\nWith thankfull mynde and hartie cheir\\nOr zit with helping hand him met\\nQuhen he to graif did bring my deir.\\n11 Defend zour King and feir zour God,\\nPray to auoyde his feirfull rod,\\nLest in Ins angrie wraith austeir\\nZe puneist be baith euin and od,\\nFor not reuenging of my deir.\\nIT And do not feir the number small,\\nThocht ze be few, on God ze call\\nWith faithfull hart, and mynde sinceir,\\nHe will be ay zour brasin wall,\\nGif ze with speid reuenge my deir.\\nIT Remufe all sluggische slewth away,\\nLat lurking Inuy clene decay,\\nGar Commoun weill zour baner beir,\\nAnd peace and concorde it display\\nQuhen ze pas to reuenge my deir.\\nIT With sobbing sych I to zow send\\nThis my complaynt with dew commend\\nDesiring zow all without feir,\\nMe pure Scotland for to defend\\nSen now to graif is gone my deir.\\n1 Finis.", "height": "3844", "width": "2364", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "18 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nfiU*\u00e2\u0080\u0094 \u00c2\u00aeetr follotots atte CFxIjortattoun to tfje ILortitSu\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 13, [June)\\nNumber 62.]\\nY Lordis now gif ze be wyse,\\nKnaw weil the grace j l God hes send zow\\nGif to that leuing Lord all pryse,\\nPray that from dainger he defend zow,\\nAnd na way lat zoure fais offend zow\\nBut gif zow counsell and enrage,\\nBanldlie togidder all to bend zow,\\nThat ze do nouther swerue nor swage.\\nThink it is nouther strenth nor fors\\nThat hes set zow a fuite befoir,\\nThink weill that nouther men nor hors\\nOff sic ane act sould get the gloir\\nBot he that ringis euer moir\\nHes luikit on zoure quarell rycht,\\nGif him all thankis now thairfoir,\\nAnd pryse his name with all zour micht.\\nI grant zour interpryse was gude,\\nZour purpose worthy till allow,\\nBot I considder how it stude\\nAnd how the cais is cumin now\\nHad they keipit thame self fra zow,\\nAnd langer taryit in thair strenth,\\nThocht zour curage was gude I trow\\nZe had zit irkit at the lenth.\\nThink weil thair wit was thame bereft\\nQuhen fulishlie thay tuik the plane\\nThink thay war to thair foly left,\\nQuhen thay in feild come zow agane.\\nThink weill ze aucht for to be faine,", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 19\\nBut bluid to win the upperhand\\nQuhair nouther man was hurt nor slane\\nTo get the Jewell in zour hand.\\nSen ze it haue thairof be suie,\\nOr els ze ar rycht far to blame\\nGif ze hir till eschaip enduire,\\nThink ze sail haue baith skaith and shame\\nQuha babishlie bourdis with his dame\\nIt war weill wairit he gat his quhippz,\\nThink neuer agane to dwell at hame,\\nGif ze lat ga that is in zour grippis.\\nGif sho had not cum in the feild,\\nFor to defend the tratoure kene,\\nAnd not laubourit with speir and sheild\\nHis wickit quarrell to sustene,\\nZe had done wrang as sum men mene\\nHir to withald agane hir will,\\nBot now quhill trew tryell be sene\\nSho moste be keipit or all will spill.\\nPas fordwart in zour interpryse,\\nReuenge in haist the cruell act\\nSpair not to gif thame all ane syse\\nQuhome ze beleif the King did sact.\\nBe bauld and na way turne abak,\\nSpair nouther midling greit nor small\\nWith wysdome syne gude tryall tak\\nAnd cause sum ane confes thame all.\\nProclaime that all quha ocht dois knaw\\nTo mak probatioun euident,\\nWith diligence thay cum and shaw\\nIn oppin and in place patent.\\nThat sinners shortlie may be shent,\\nAnd gude men fred from all defame\\nSen God hes to zow power lent,\\nGif ye be lashe ye ar to blame.", "height": "3848", "width": "2356", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "20 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThe heid traytoure quhair euer he be\\nGif ye haue fors se ye perse w,\\nThocht he fra hoill to hoill do fie\\nAt last he can not weill eschew.\\nLat him be slaine your King that slew,\\nBring ainis his fylthie lyfe till end\\nQuha wickitlie this beir did brew\\nWa worth the tyme that sho him kend.\\nSyne on your self ye tak gude keip,\\nAnd lat na ennimeis heir resort\\nBe walkryfe and fall not on sleip,\\nBaith day and nycht gar walk your port,\\nLat gude quarrell your hartis comfort\\nThe wark is greit ye haue in hand,\\nThink weill it is not play nor sport\\nBot outher man ye die or stand.\\nFor Godis saik aboue all thing,\\nKeep clene your handis fra wrangus geir\\nGif ye wald haue his trew blissing,\\nSchaw first that ye the Lord do feir.\\nExerce your selfis in gentill weir,\\nAnd fie from fylthie auarice,\\nQuhilk is as I in Scriptuire leir\\nThe verray ruite of euerie vice.\\nZour brether of the Nobill race,\\nWith all meiknes desyre concur,\\nAnd your querrell in this cace,\\nQuhilk I dout not will be ane spur.\\nSo that your pride cause thame nor stur\\nBot your gude gyding thame alluire\\nTo cause thame enter mak ane duire,\\nGif ye do swa ye may be suire.\\nTak Godis quarrell als in hand,\\nAnd purge vs from Ipocrasie,\\nAnd than ye sail haue in your band", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 21\\nThe townis and communitie.\\nProuyde als for the Ministerie,\\nReforme the Justice gif ye can,\\nThan sail tryumph your memorie\\nAbove all sen this Realme began.\\nSen Fergus first come in this land,\\nSic gude beginning neuer was sene,\\nThat gentilnes at thair awin hand\\nSa just ane quarrell did sustene.\\nReuoltis hes bene ma nor fyftene,\\nAnd Princes in Strang presoun set\\nQuhair all from bluid was keipit clene\\nSkantlie can I exampill get.\\nThink than ye wil preforme the work\\nThat now dois your beginning blis,\\nAnd thocht your ennimies seme stark\\nHe will cause thame thair purpose mis\\nThat all war ane faine wald I wis,\\nBot zit thocht sum againis zow faill\\nThis actioun haill sa honest is,\\nWith Godis grace it sail preuaill.\\nLat na man throuch yow harmit be\\nAnd than ye sail na hartis tyne,\\nGif euerie ane his awin degre\\nExcluid na man out of his lyne.\\nSet all at rest and efter syne\\nWith all the rest concur togidder,\\nTo mak ane ordour gude and fyne,\\nAs your wisdomis can best considder.\\nKeip weil your Prince for him pray\\nThat God indew him with his grace,\\nThat he incres may day be day\\nTo be the best of all his race.\\nThe trew Religioun syne imbrace", "height": "3852", "width": "2420", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nFra vice to vertew tak the traine,\\nHis pepill weill in perfyte peace\\nAnd lang in helth with thame remaine.\\nAll vitious wycht fra him exclude,\\nBe walkryfe wyse and diligent\\nGif ony be wald him na gude\\nLat thame na way bo thair present.\\nTo teich him vertew tak gude tent\\nLat not his zoutheid be infectit\\nGreit is the gift God hes yow lent\\nSair sail ye rew hif ye neglect it.\\nAnd thus yow sportlie till exhort,\\nMy Lordis all I thocht it gude\\nFor men of-tyme of meinest sort\\nThat raknit war of ressoun rude.\\nSeing the cais and how it stude,\\nHes geuin gude counsall to the wyse,\\nSa wald I now and to conclude\\nGod blis yow and your interpryse.\\nFinis.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1567.\\nU 2fae CExljortattoun timet to mg Horti Begott\\natfo to tJje itot of tfje ILortrts accomplish\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 14. (August)\\nNumber 72.]\\nIAN with hir Court of Poyetis cleir,\\nQu is land now plesandly dois sing\\nIn sin gis that plesoure is to heir\\nFor io nes our fair zoung tender King.\\nTorn out in the original.", "height": "3852", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 23\\nQuho hes set aboue vs for to Ring\\nWill 1 quhat I am, hes tane on hand,\\nSa b ure, rashely in thair Court to thring\\nBy th comission, lyke Johne vpaland.\\nT aine thair plesand flowre of Poyetrie\\nWith rurall tennis and sentences denude\\nOf trym figuris and painted oratrie\\nFrom art poetick heir I it exclude.\\nDesyrand zour Lordshippes to be sa gude\\nTo mark the sentence rather nor the style\\nAnd take it in gude pairt thocht it be rude,\\nWill God the nixt sail haue ane sharper fyle.\\nTo call to mynde I think not necessair,\\nThe warkes of God within this cuntrie shawin\\nWithin thir seuin zeiris or lytill mair\\nSen Christis trumphet throw this land was blawin.\\nUnto baith pure and riche it is weill knawin,\\nAnd als zour selfes my Lordis may cleirly se\\nThat God wil haue the pride of man doune thrawin\\nThocht he war neuer exalted so hie.\\nZit with myself considdering the estate\\nOff zow my Lord Regent quhome God preserue\\nAnd all the rest, I thocht gude to repeate\\nSum thingis that to zoure interprise mycht serue.\\nKnawing that man is reddy for till swerue,\\nWithout continuall admonitionis be\\nMan of his awin nature is so proterue\\nThairfoir I pray youre Lordeshippes beir with me.\\nHow potent was that horint byke of hell\\nInto this land quhen God did zow vpsteir\\nIt is weill knawin, ze will confesse zour sell\\nZour strenth to thairis on na way mycht be peir.\\nZit God Almychtie did zour baner beir\\nTorn out in the original-", "height": "3860", "width": "2440", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "24 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd all thair mycht and prydfull pomp ouerthrew\\nBecause the Lord of Hostis they did not f eir\\nThairis did decay, and ay zoure honour grew.\\nQuhill that, allace, ze begouth to neglect\\nThe gloir of God and sa did seik zour sell,\\nThe maist pairt I mein, that did infect\\nFrom feruencie within proces ze fell.\\nQuhilk Godis seruandz from tyme to tyme did tel,\\nAnd shew that God wald not sic thingis ouerse.\\nZe gaif deif earis, bot God did zow compell\\nTo find his worde effectuall to be.\\nZe knaw my minde I neid not be mair plane\\nZe se all warldly gloir for to be stidder,\\nQuhen God is greuit than he spairis nane\\nKing Quene and Lord thay pas into ane fidder.\\nThairfoir I warne zow ane and all togidder\\nTo put zour stay vpone the leuing Lord,\\nAnd all his warkis into this land considder\\nContinuing in obeying of his word.\\nZe doing this ze neid not for till feir\\nDeu. 28. The boisting of zour ennemeis without,\\nThe Lord will blis zow baith in peace and weir\\nLevi. 26. And an zour enemeis rudely ruit out.\\nZe sail haue freindis of them that dwellis about,\\nJos. 24. J3\u00c2\u00b0t gif that ze grow slak or negligent\\nThe clene contrare sail cum to pas but dout\\nThairfoir I pray zow to zour selfis tak tent.\\nSa lang as Juda in King Asais dayis,\\n2 Chr. 15. Did seik the Lord with all thair hartis desyre\\nBaith King and people prosperit in thair wayis\\n2 Chr. 16. Bot ho ne Asa Benhadad did hyre.\\nThat ho battell mycht with him conspyre\\nAnd vsit meanis as God did not allow\\nTorn out in the original.", "height": "3820", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 25\\nThe Propheit threitnit, during his impyre\\nThat war and battell sould his land pas throw.\\nAls by King Saull I think ze may attend,\\nNot for till spair quhome God commandis to slay\\nGif that ze do I say behauld the end\\n1 Kin. 15. Reid quhat the bulk of Kingis of him dois say.\\nSielyke of Salamon behauld the way\\n3 Kin 11, And als Jehu with mony vther ma\\nThat throuchly with the Lord walkit not ay\\ni Kin. 10. Thocht thay begonth weill, luik ye do not sa.\\nFall to stoutly all fantnes set asyde\\nAnd throw this land mak reformation,\\nRemember thir exampllis tyme and tyde\\nQuhilkis war amang the Jewis nation,\\nos. 24. Quhairof partly is maid narration\\nDissave not vs pure people of this land\\nQuha with ane gredie expectation\\nLukis for gude reformation at your hand.\\nTo heidis politick se ze geue na care\\n2 Chr. 17. Into reforming of this pure cuntrie\\nBot Godis buik se that with zow ye beare,\\nWith godlie men of wit and feruencie.\\nAbuif all thingis haue syc in cumpanie\\nJos. 34. Obeying thame quhen they command a rycht\\nWithout respect of blude or dignitie,\\nZe doing sa the Lord sail mak yow wycht.\\nFrom offices se that ye first depois\\nBut feid or fauour of kinred or blude,\\nAll wickit papistis, proud and Christis fois\\nAnd Jak on baith the sydis will neuer do gude.\\nAll ignorantis and sic men ye exclude,\\nSyne plat me godly men into thair place\\n2 Chr. 17. Quha equally can Judge the people rude,\\nAnd rychtly reule ouer thame in euerie cace.", "height": "3860", "width": "2412", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "26 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nLet na Idolator your handis eschaip\\nDeu. 7. Q r qqY^ fogfo s l^oiatrie mantene\\nLeif nathing that belangis to the Paip\\nUnrutit out as it had neuer bene.\\nJos. 23. Anis of thay Locustis mak this cuntrie clene\\nZour foulishe pietie did thame spair befoir,\\nThairfoir ye fand thame prick is vnto your ene\\nAnd gif ye spair thame yit sail find thame moir.\\nDeu. 15. Nixt principallie I pray yow set your cure\\nFor till relief the greit penuritie\\nOff laubouraris and of your tennentis pure\\nQuha sair opprest hes bene in this cuntrie.\\nThis mony zeir by the Nobilitie\\nLet thame anis knaw the defference betwene\\nZow and the Papistis, by your charitie\\nQuhilk heirtofoir amang yow was not sene.\\nThir thingis to do luik no way ye neglect\\nGif ye think lang in honour for till ring\\nBot principallie I pray yow to eiect\\nAne cursit byke that cheiflie dois maling.\\nIn Abirdene of Sophistis the welspring\\nAnd in thair place put learnit men of God\\nI pray God blis James Stewart our young King\\nAnd mak him rychtly reule vs with his rod.\\nTo thee my Lord Regent I turne my sang\\nI pray thee now for till be circumspect\\nIn thy default se that na thing be wrang,\\nFor Godis seruandis thair eyis to thee direct.\\nThinking on na wayis that thow will neglect\\nThe gloir of God in Scotland to vpreir\\nSeing he hes the rasit for that effect,\\nThat the Lord Jesus baner thow should beir.\\nTo yow my Lordis als I direct my pen\\nProceid into your godlie interpryse,", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 27\\nAs ye begouth curagiously lyke men\\nFor quhy greit help into your hand is lyis.\\nThairfoir stoutlie se ye assist and ryse\\nHauing Godis gloir alwayis befoir your eine\\nThan sal ye be haldin hardie and wyse\\nSa lang as men sail on the earth be seine.\\nFinis.\\nHI Itxe IBeclaratioutx of tfje Hortife Just \u00c2\u00a9uarrelL\\n[British Museum.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cottonian MSS.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Caligula C. 1. f. 10\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nState Paper Office. Scotish Series, Vol. 14, (August,)\\nNumber 73. Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century,\\ncollected by John Graham Dalyell, Edinburgh, 1801.]\\nj|OT lang ago as I allone did walk,\\nIntill ane place was plesand to behauld\\n|Twa leirnit men in priuie I hard talk,\\nAnd eich of thame his taill in ordoure tauld\\nI vnderstuid thair sentence quhat thay wald,\\nAnd thocht it gude to put in memorie\\nThair Names als as efter ze sail se.\\nThe taine him self Philandrius did call,\\nQuha in vertew and manheid tuik delyte\\nThe tother feirfull semt to be at all,\\nErideilus he did his Name indyte\\nOff mony thingis thay did togidder flyte,\\nBut I tuik tent aboue all vther thing\\nQuhen they spak of this Realme and gouerning.", "height": "3860", "width": "2432", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "28 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nErideilus sayis it dois merwell me,\\nQuhat causit hes the Lordis of Scotland\\nTak on ane enterpryse of sic folie,\\nAgaine the Quene and againis hir husband\\nMycht thay not weill ilk ane in his awin land\\nIn quyetnes leifit in peace and rest,\\nGuyding his awin as him had lykit best.\\nTo quhome Philandrius did answer mak,\\nAnd said that men war not deuyst onlie\\nWithout all cair thair awin plesure to tak,\\nBot to foirse the weill of that countrie\\nReularis of quhilk, the Lord will that thay be,\\nQuhilk charge (he sayis) thay can not weill refuse,\\nLes schamefullie thair office thay abuse.\\nBehalding than the actis execrabill,\\nThat in this countrie hes committit bene,\\nThe schame the lack the bruit abbominabill\\nThat saikles men with sorow did sustene,\\nAne priuat hart it mycht prik vp with tene,\\nTo seik redres and mend that cairfull caice\\nFar mair the nobillis of the Royall raice.\\nTo se the King fyrst lychtlit schamefully,\\nAnd not chereist in chalmer nor in hall\\nSyne murdreist downe causeles and crewelly,\\nOff that tresoun na tryall taine at all.\\nThay quhome the bruit did trewlie traytouris call,\\nGreitest in Court and chereist all thair best,\\nQuhat Lordis hart culd luik on this and lest.\\nTo se ane monstuire full of fylthynes,\\nAboue the rest heich mountit vp in gloir\\nBaith Prince and Realme and all power posses.\\nAne gled ay gaipand guid men to cleuoir,\\nQuhat hart sa harcl bot this sycht sould mak soir,\\nQuha rychtly than dar thir men reprehend\\nSic greit mischeif quha menis till amend,", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 29\\nTo se the Quene furth rycland on the plaine,\\nReft lyke ane huire with ruffians shamefullie,\\nAnd thocht that sum think that was hot ane train e,\\nHir awin wryting dois contrar testifie,\\nIn France Ingland and niony strange countrie\\nPleinzeand that sho was rauyssit by hir will\\nQuhat Nobill hart mycht se this and sit still.\\nTo reif, to murther and wyle licherie,\\nThe fourt forfault is eikit euin fra hand\\nTo testifie that Law and honestie\\nWith sic ribaldis can not ring in ane land,\\nThe Quene is cuplit with ane wyffis husband\\nAnd farther zit he quha the King did sack,\\nBut Law the Quene dar into mariage tak.\\nBesyde all this thair durst na vertuous wycht,\\nIn presence of that proud tyran appeir\\nBludy boucheouris and throtcutters on nycht,\\nWar only hard, and only had the steir.\\nThe Nobill men durst not the Court cum neir,\\nThe royall hous refuge to honest men\\nWas maid ane bordell and ane theifis den.\\nOur prettie Prince the peirle of all this land,\\nWith duilfull deid thay socht for to deuoir\\nThat riche relick and thresour of Scotland,\\nDestroy as thay his father did befoir.\\nQuhat duilfull mynde mycht dewlie this deploir,\\nIn sic dainger to se that innocent\\nFor our releif quhome God had till vs sent,\\nQuhat Nobill hart could langer this induire\\nQuhat common breist did not for sorrow burst\\nQuhat godly man of himself could be suire\\nQuhat stranger thocht bot this countrie was curst\\nQuhat preachour this repreif, I pray zow durst\\nQuhat chaist woman wyssit not to be deid,\\nTo se sic vice set vp in vertewis steid.", "height": "3876", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "SO THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nGif it was sa, than quha can worthylie\\nExalt and prais, and magnifie the Name\\nOff thir Nobillis quha durst couragiouslie\\nHaziard thame self to saif vs all fra shame,\\nThair laud, thair honour, and tryumphand fame,\\nSalbe disperst in dispyte of Inuy,\\nQuhen faceles fuillis sail not be settin by.\\nErideilus than answer maid againe,\\nThy talk he say is is treuth and veritie\\nBot sit sum douts thair is of quhilk rycht faine,\\nGif laser lat I wald resoluit be,\\nAnd fyrst tuiching the Queni s libertie\\nFor mony thinkis thir Barronis ar to bauld.\\nIn strait keping a Princes for to hauld.\\nPhilandrius to answer than him sped,\\nAnd this he said Eridielus vntill\\nGif that a freind with fayis away war led\\nBe wickit craft syne tystit war till ill.\\nThocht he couet in that stait to byde still,\\nZit in that caice his freindis of dewtie\\nSould wis his weill and seik his libertie.\\nAnd gif his fantasie war sa far infectit,\\nThat to the treuth he could not bent his eir.\\nHe sould not be in foly zit neglectit\\nBot fairnes than sould mixit be with feir,\\nAnd gif all this could him na wysedome leir\\nThan acht he be of all puissance denude,\\nTo do na euill gif he could do na gude.\\nThan sen that bowdin bludy beist Bothwell,\\nHes trayterously in myrk put downe our King\\nHis wyfe the Quene syne rauyssit to him sell,\\nIn fylthie lust throw cullour of wedding.\\nThocht sho be witcheit wald in ruttery ring,\\nThe Nobillis sould nether of thir enduire,\\nThat lowne to leif, nor hir to be his huire.", "height": "3860", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 31\\nAnd gif the poysone in her hart be sonkin,\\nThat sho will not consent he puneist be\\nGif with his fylthie lust sho be sa dronkin,\\nThat sho forzet office and honestie\\nThan man her Nobillis of necessitie,\\nCut of hir force quhill tresoun be reuengeit,\\nAnd this confusioun in ane ordour changeit.\\nIn priuat personnis sayis Eridielus,\\nI vnder stand thy taill is trew in deid\\nBot in Princes it is mair perrillous,\\nAnd few examplis thairof can I reid.\\nAnd in sic caice the subiectis all had neid,\\nHaill to concur with ane authoritie\\nSic concurrence in Scotland nane I se.\\nPhilandrius sayis brother than considder,\\nHow fyrst began all dominatiounis\\nQuhen ruid pepill assemblit thame togidder.\\nAnd maid thair Kingis be creatiounis.\\nIn votis than war variatiounis,\\nI trow rycht few was chosin be the haill,\\nBot he was King quhais pairtie did preuail].\\nRycht sa gif Princes sa thame self abuse,\\nThat of force subiectis man put to thair hand\\nGuid men sould not than to reforme refuse,\\nThocht all at ainis concur not on thair band.\\nNaimly gif Justice on thair partie stand,\\nAnd maist consent gif quha wald rackin rycht,\\nSen God hes gein to thame baith strenth and mycht,\\nZea thocht it war ane King for to depose,\\nFor certaine crymis I think the subiectis may,\\nOr fylthy faultouris fast in prisone close,\\nRather than lat ane haill countrie decay.\\nThay sould not sturre thocht sum men wold say nay\\nTo ane purpose the haill will neuer conclude,\\nThay haue aneuch, hes force and quarrell gude.", "height": "3860", "width": "2424", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "32 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nMay thay not put ane ordoure to the heid\\nQuha in beginning did the heid vp mak\\nMay thay not set ane better in the steid,\\nGif it fra vice can not be callit bak.\\nLes this be done Realmes will ga to wrak,\\nNamely quhen that the cryme is sa patent\\nThat nouther misters Juge nor argument.\\nAs gif ane King his pepill wald betray,\\nAnd him and thame bajth bring to seruitude\\nHe sould in this reformit be I say,\\nNaimly be Nobillis and be men of gude.\\nThe Baliols cause considder how it stude,\\nQuhat rycht had Robert Bruice him to expell\\nBecause to Ingland he subiect him sell.\\nAnd now gif I durst speik without respect,\\nTo huirmaisters, to murderers of Kingis\\nTo throtcutters our Realme was made subiect,\\nQuha in thair malice proudely zit malingis.\\nLat Nobill hartis considder all thir thingis,\\nThay sail weill find that this puire natioun,\\nGreit mister had of reformatioun.\\nSic fylthie lust in Sardanapalus,\\nSic crueltie Nero did not ring\\nSic brutishe lyfe in Heliogabalus\\nSic traytour mynde to slay his Lord and King,\\nIn feinzeit Phocas breist did neuer spring\\nSic beistly bowgrie Sodome hes not sene\\nAs rang in him quha rewlit B-ealme and Quene.\\nAnd sould the Nobill Barronis of this land\\nIn hoilis lurk and this mischief behauld,\\nQuhair is the wittis wont to reule Scotland\\nGo reid the buik, repeit the storyis auld,\\nKing Euenus was keipit in Strang hauld\\nAnd deit thair Conarus was inclosit,\\nFist being dewlie for his fault deposit.", "height": "3856", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE SEMP1LL BALLATES. 33\\nFor wickit lyfe imprisont was Ferquhaird,\\nQuha slew him self of proude melancolie,\\nDonald the fyft he gat the same reuaird\\nAnd Ethus did in prisone priuate die.\\nAnd gif ze list to go fra this countrie,\\nIn euerie land examplis dois abound\\nGif thay be socht thay may be eithlie found.\\nFor sic misordour proude Tarquinius\\nWas the last King that euer did ring in Rome,\\nFor lyke crymes the tyran Claudius\\nLosit his stait and gat deid for his dome.\\nTo speik of Nero now I haue na tome,\\nOff Commodus, Caius and Caracall,\\nIt war to lang for to discriue the fall.\\nQuhat sorow into Naples than was sene,\\nQuha knawis the story cleirly thair may reid,\\nQuhen Charlis dochter Jeane that catiue Queue\\nBaith honestie forzet and womanheid.\\nHir husband and hir cousing put to deid,\\nSyne with his Burrio band ane new mariage,\\nAllace this sample seruis ouer weill our age.\\nAnd zit the Lord he leit hir not eschaip,\\nBot of hir tuik ane punishement conding\\nQuha fyrst hir husband hangit in ane raip,\\nThe murtherer syne in his bed did bring.\\nGod maid hir paine aggre with hir guyding,\\nAs bedfoly to sic mischeif hir led\\nEuin so sho endit smorit with a bed.\\nThan to conclude thir Nobillis dois bot rycht,\\nGif thay the Quene keip still in sicker gaird,\\nUntill that coward Kingslayar on nycht\\nFor his demeritis get ane iust rewaird.\\nThan lat thame all concur baith Lord and Laird,\\n3", "height": "3860", "width": "2428", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "34 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThair Realme and Quene with glide consall to guyde.\\nSettand all priuate profit far a syde.\\nGif thay do this than dar I say ane thing,\\nThair laude and fame sail mont aboue the skyis,\\nThair heich renoune sail in all Regioun ring\\nThair name sail gang quhair euer the Sone do ryse,\\nThay salbe repuite hardy wycht and wyse,\\nIn all storyis thay salbe cleirly kend,\\nThe Leuing Lord bring thame to this gude end.\\nAs this Philandrius did frely talk,\\nThe tother pairt Erideilus be name,\\nRais vp and quyetlie away did stalk,\\nAnd as me thocht he waxit reid for schame,\\nQuhilk when I saw I rais vp and come hame\\nAnd put in wryt thair disputatioun,\\nAs ze haue hard be this narratioun.\\nFinis.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1567.\\nFH-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sne 9tas r mafo to g E Sftlatfoerarto g*\\nfclasptjemte s e Eegmt anti g e w*t of g e ILortfts.\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 14. (August)\\nNumber 74.]\\nEINGAT rapfow thocht yow raif\\nSkorner of poitis and sklanderus knaif\\nQuhat sayis thow bot we knaw o r sell\\nIn spyte of the and all y e laif\\nThe bastard bairne sail beir y e bell", "height": "3876", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 35\\nOuther thow art ane papist loun\\nHepburne or hoitbag Hammiltoun\\nGif thie be tha thow callis thi prince.\\nWar zour richt reknit to yi croun\\nIt myt be laid with litill menss.\\nBlasphemus baird and beggeris get\\nThe regentis self hes nocht forzet\\nHow gude King Willm wes ane bastard\\nAnd yow nocht bot ane carlengs pett\\nAne daft fule or ane drunken dastard.\\nAnd forthermoir gif yow wald flyte\\nBe weill avisit quhome yow bakbyte\\nRecant and sweir yow said it nocht\\nFor he sail prosper in dispyte\\nOff ye and yame yat wald it no*.\\nRevoik ye wyndie words vane\\nZe knew id air quhen ye King wes slane\\nSpit out and speik mair and ze pleis\\nWist I quhome w* to flyte agane\\nThe mater sould be war to meiss\\nTo flyte w fc ye and fyle my lippis\\nThe sone ye mone sould haif the clippis\\nFor all ye quentance with the quene\\nThay hound ye to ye hangmanis grippis\\nQuhair mony better man hes bene\\nSweingeo r cum sweir ye saikles sone\\nDeny ye evill yat yow hes done\\nAgainis ye man yat maid na fait\\nAllege lunatyke to ye mone\\nOr yan abone ane mask of malt\\nEuir ye mair yow wald be trowit\\nThe les yi lounrie is allowit", "height": "3860", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "36 THE SEMPILL BALLATE\\nReturnand to ye turpitude\\nThow sould haif waige durst yow awow it\\nThe gallowis for ye gratitude\\nMaist lyke sum myllare of ane myll\\nHad maid ye mater of ye bill\\nOutlier sum cuiks or keching clerks\\nBe doand fule-face nite yi fill\\nMen may nocht ding all doggs yat barks\\nPure commonn weill and knaifrie endit\\nThan you my* writte in gennerall\\nAll detouris ar bot discommendit\\nThat speiks dispite in speciall\\nTn fechting man yow maid yi vant\\nThat yow sould sla ye Innocent\\nBut caus or cryme of ony querrell\\nBot knew I the yow sould recant\\nOr yan thy pallat ly in parrell\\nLuik ye first of everie verss\\nHangman gif yow can reherss\\nMark weill my name set ane day\\nIn fechting war yow never so ferss\\nThow salbe marrowit and I may\\nffinis quod Maddie gar mak ye boun\\nTo all ye papistis of yis toun.\\n[Robert Symple ys the dooer hereoff.]\\nNote by Sir William Drury t", "height": "3860", "width": "2368", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 37\\nUHh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 \u00e2\u0082\u00acty Rtnsfe Complaint\\n[British Museum. Roxburghe Ballads. Volume 3.]\\nITH hauie hart on Snadoun hill,\\nAne zoung King I hard schoutand schill\\nWith reuthfull rair he did record\\nPrayand as I haif writ this bill\\nJudge and Reuenge my cause Lord.\\nIpir He sayis this causles I not craif\\nNor he is now gone to his graif\\nMy commoun weill that maist decorde,\\nNa merwell albeit my hart claif\\nFor sorrow of his deith Lord.\\n1T Hard is my chance all tyme and houris\\nAnd harder to my Gouernouris,\\nZe hardest (bot wo am I forde)\\nTo him hes felt of deith the schouris\\nAnd only for thy cause O Lord.\\nQuhen I was not zit ane zeir auld,\\nBothwell that bludy Bouchour bauld,\\nMy Father cruelly deuorde,\\nHe him betrayit and his blude sauld\\nJudge and Reuenge my cause O Lord.\\nIT Than Father slaine, Mother was schet\\nMy Gudschir flemit Incontinent,\\nMy self to poysoun it was schorde,\\nMe to betray was summis Intent\\nJudge and Reuenge my cause Lord.\\nThan vp thow rasit to reule my Ring,\\nIn to my tender yeiris zing,\\nMy faithfull freind that maid him forde,\\nJames Regent my Uncle ding,\\nJudge and Reuenge my cause O Lord.", "height": "3860", "width": "2376", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "38 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIF He was my buckler and my beild,\\nHe was my Targe, my speir and scheild,\\nMy stait maist hie for to restorde\\nHe futtit euer mair the feild,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause Lord.\\nFor me he left Kin, Freind and wyfe,\\nFor me he sufferit dailie stryfe\\nFor me he was haill Indeuorde,\\nFor me now he hes loist his lyfe,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause O Lord.\\nIT For me that Nobill of Renoun,\\nWith ane Tyke Tratour Hammiltoun,\\nWas schot, and throw the body borde\\nFor the mantening of my Crown e\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause O Lord.\\nPeloure thow peirst him, gaif ye peace,\\nTratoure to him that gaif the grace,\\nBehind his bak thy Gunne him gorde\\nQuhome thow nor nane of thyne dirst face,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause O Lord.\\nIF Lord sen my gratious gyde is gone,\\nAnd I am left as Byrd allone,\\nThis thing maist eirnistly I Implorde\\nThat Instantly thow steir vp one\\nFor to Reuenge his cause O Lord.\\nSen for my saik now he is slane,\\nLord for thy grace grant me agane,\\nThat deith my lyfe neuer deuorde,\\nQuhill that fals tressonabill trane\\nBe with my hand Reuengd O Lord.\\nScotland thy Josias trew\\nThat first Idolatrie ouerthrew", "height": "3852", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 39\\nHe was, and Christs trew Kirk restorde\\nThrow him in ray Realme grace ay grew,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause Lord.\\nIf He Abrahamis Faith but feir profest\\nHe Dauidis mercy manifest\\nWith Salomonis wit he was decorde,\\nSampsonis strenth to him accrest\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause Lord.\\nTheif and Reuer he did dant,\\nJustice and vertew he did plant,\\nQuhair thair was mys he gar remorde,\\nMy faithfull seruand and thy Sanct,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause Lord.\\n1T As his Renoun is all ouerblawin,\\nAnd now his deith plainly furthschawin,\\nSa sail all blyithnes be abhorde\\nQuhiil his Reuenge be als wa knawin,\\nThrow thy help and support Lord.\\nAll ze my trew Nobilitie,\\nThat fauourit him, and seruit me,\\nLat not his duilfull deith be smorde,\\nBot it Reuenge maist cruellie\\nFor it is the will of the Lord.\\nIT And quha his deith dois sair regaird\\nAnd it to puneis will not spaird\\nI wow to the in quhome he glorde\\nThay sail not mys ane riche rewaird\\nFor to Reuenge his cause O Lord.\\nNow sail appeir in wark and nature,\\nQuha is the trew man, quha is the trature\\nQuha fittis the feild, quha cuiris not forde,\\nThe trew liege be the Rubiature\\nIn this cause salbe kend Lord.", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "40 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIT And think that thay that did this deid.\\nWith lyke effect dois seik my heid,\\nFor to be beatin downe and smorde\\nAll Faithfull hartis quyte thair meid,\\nAnd thow Reuenge my cause Lord.\\nFor surely thair will and Intent\\nThat seikes of me the Gouernment,\\nBe fraudfull factiounis, I stand forde,\\nWald me forfault in Parliament,\\nGif thow withstude thame not Lorde.\\nMy Coronatioun thay deny\\nAnd dois maist spytefully defy\\nAll thame that faithfully restorde\\nMe to my Crowne and Seignorie\\nThy michtie hand requyte thame Lord.\\nLast Lord now him of me hes cvre\\nAnd in quhais handis I think me sure,\\nThy puissant power I Implorde,\\nThat he with me lang dayis Indure\\nFor to Reuenge his cause Lord.\\nWith this the Babe he gifis ane rair\\nQuhilk maid my hart to sich sa sair,\\nThat farther I culd not record e\\nBot with him sail cry euer mair,\\nJudge and Reuenge his cause Lord.\\nIF Finis.", "height": "3844", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 41\\nJ I 3 ftjrate in defence of tije of Scottsfegamgt\\ntije \u00e2\u0082\u00acarle of JKurrag.\\n[British Museum. Cottonian MSS. Caligula C. 1. p. 274.\\nState Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 13,\\n(xi. December 1568,) Number 67.]\\nTom Teoath to the enuious.\\n[F Momus children seke to knowe my name and\\nwhere I dwell,\\nI am Tom Troath and my aboade I list not\\nit to tell\\nwise men loue not to enquyre, who where, but what\\nis said\\nAnd holde themselves therewith content till further\\nproufe be made.\\nThe double dealinge of the Rebells m Scotland.\\nIf tongue could tell or pen could write, the craftie cloaked\\ncase\\nOr yet the treasons to recyte of this newe Regents grace\\nThen Tullies stile or Yergills vearse of God sure would\\nI crave\\nHis shameles acts here to rehearse as he deserues to have\\nBut that were farre aboue my reach and more then well\\ncould be\\nSith he all others doeth excell in craft crueltye.\\nYet can I not with silence passe his vices strainge rare\\nBut that I must set furth the same the truthe least I\\nshould spare\\nAnd nowe since that it is my luck vnfittest though I be\\nThis Caco s ofsprings to advaunce as semes to his decree\\nI pray you take it in good parte whats euer I shall saye\\nIn settinge furth his shameles acts whose shame shall\\nnot decaye.\\nYet can I not set furth the same nor in such wise expresse", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "42 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAs fittest were for one past shame and past all godlines\\nThis trayto r tyraunt of our tyme This Sathans seed I\\nmeane\\nThis Rebell Regent that his prince to mate doeth not\\ndesdaine\\nThis perfect patterne of deceipt whose high andhawghtye\\nminde\\nIs paste so full of pride that hard it were the like to\\nfinde\\nThis sinfull seed of lothsome life this bastard past all\\ngrace.\\nAt Glocester that Trayto 1 vile a perfect paterne chase.\\nWho to obteyne that Kingly seate of this most woorthy\\nland\\nHis brothers sonnes his Nephewes dere to guyde they\\ntoke in hand\\nThe lambes alas vnto the wolfe to guyde comitted were\\nWho murdered them to haue their place as storyes well\\ndeclare\\nBut shall I say this trayto 1 no we at him didlearne his lore\\nWho doeth surpasse his wilie wit a thowsand folde and\\nmore\\nA scholier sure of pregnant wit and apt for such a place\\nWho trayned vp was in the schole of lyeinge Sathans\\ngrace\\nWhere he hath learnd a finer feate then Richard earst\\ndid see\\nTo doe the deede and laye the blame on them that\\nblameles be\\nFor he and his companions take agreeing all in one\\nDid kill the Kinge and laye the blame the sakelesse\\nQueene vpon.\\nAnd that this deede to each mans sight might seme to\\nbe most plaine\\nThey drewe her from her spowse that night by craft\\nsubtill trayne\\nAnd feyned that her suckinge Sonne was in great daunger\\nbrought", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 43\\nWherfore with speed to visit him the messenger be\\nsought\\nWith subtill shifte so feately wrought was cause men\\nthought it trewe\\nThat she of purpose parted thence of the murder knewe\\nFor if that boeth at once had bene ther murder at that\\ntyme\\nThen might each babe with half an eye haue spyed who\\ndid the cryme\\nAnd this suspicion to increase they found a newe\\ndevise.\\nThat Bothwell chiefest murderer was tryed by asise\\nAnd found not guilty by his peeres of whome the\\nchiefest be\\nSuch as the Kings death did conspire and knewe as well\\nas he.\\nThey cleared him eke by parliamente a traytour false\\nvile\\nThat they their good and vertuous Queene might soner\\nso beguyle\\nAnd when that he was cleared boeth by sise and parla-\\nment\\nTo marry then they went about to have her to consent\\nThey sayd that she the realme they should so most\\nsafest be\\nFrom daunger of all cevill strife outward enemy.\\nAlack good Q. what hap hadst thou so oft thy foes to\\ntrust\\nCouldst thou not shun these bateinge beasts who then had\\ntryed vniust\\nBut I who pray yo u was the man they willed her to\\ntake\\nForsooth the chiefest murderer whom they most clere\\ndid make\\nAnd that their purpose once begun might come vnto\\nan end\\nThey caused Trayto r Lidington on her still to attend\\nThat this false mache vilian attempt her euery waye", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "44 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nWhose poysoned words so sugred were that she could\\nnot say Nay\\nBut did consent to ther request suspecting nothing les3e\\nThen they such false deceipt to meane vse such\\ndoables\\nBut when the wofull weding daye was finished past\\nTheir boyleing malice that laye hid in rageing sort out\\nbrast\\nFor they that were of Counsell boeth to murdering of\\nthe Kinge\\nAnd to the mariage gan to spread howe Bothwell did\\ny e thinge\\nAnd how he tooke away the Q. by force against her\\nwill\\nAnd sought himselfe to raigne as Kinge and eke y e prince\\nto spill\\nBut (bastard) nowe the truthe is knowne how y* thy\\nself it was\\nThat sought to spill boeth prince and Q. and to possesse\\ntheir place\\nBut when amongst the simple sort this rumo r once was\\nbrought\\nIt ran abrode from place to place more swift than can\\nbe tho*\\nSo they not privy to the sleight did think it for most\\nsure\\nThat she to wed the murderer the murther did procure\\nAnd thus this simple Q. each way was wrapt in wo\\ncare\\nFor they that cannot skill of craft are sonest caught in\\nsnare\\nAnd then the Traytor Lidington in treason neuer slack\\nAt hand ye pickpurse still before began to start now back\\nAnd fled vnto her fruyteles foes her secrets to bewray\\nLike will to like the proverb saith you know the old\\nsaid sawe\\nThen Murray y e of longe before this murder did devise\\nDid voyd the land the rather so to blind the simples eyes", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 45\\nAnd then his fellowe Traytors all the more their cause\\nto clere\\nDid rise in armes against their Q. as though she guilty\\nwere\\nBut she to save the sackles bloud not willing to offend\\nDid leave her power and offred them all things amisse\\nt amend\\nThe traytors not therewith content did lead her thence\\naway\\nAnd chainged all her leave attyre into a frock of grey\\nThat done they lead her furth by night vnto Lochleuin\\nhold\\nAnd kept her there in prison close that no man se her\\ncould\\nThen when they had this brought to passe their trayt r ous\\nfalse desire\\nThey sent with speed to Bastard James willd him to\\nretyre\\nWho comeinge home for loue he bare the prince as he\\ndid saye\\nDid take in hand to rule the realme lest it fell in decay\\nHowe well this Traytor lovs the Child comytted to his\\ngward\\nIs plaine in that the mother dere he kept in Crewell\\nwarde\\nAnd causd her thereby forced fact y e present death to\\nshunne\\nHer Royall Crowne for to resigne vnto her tender sonne\\nAnd make this mynyou Murray eake chiefe Regent of\\nthe land\\nVntill the prince of lawfull age the same shall take in\\nhand\\nW ch while he would as Richard did if he might haue\\nhis will\\nHis Nephewe younge his sisters sonne by secret meanes\\nto spyll\\nAnd then he would vsurpe the Crowne as next heire to\\nthe same", "height": "3856", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "46 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nW ch doeth appeare in that he doeth his father so defame\\nAnd saith hi3 brother precontract was in most solomne\\nwise\\nVnto the Kinge before that he was maried to the Guise\\nAlthough that wisemen know the truthe this sorceress\\nhow she wrought\\nBy rings and wichcrafte from the Q. the Kings minde\\nto haue brought\\nAnd thus this trayto r doeth debase the Q. in all he can\\nThat from her grace withdrawe he might the hearts of\\neuery man\\nA Cowle a Cowle for such a greke were fitter for to weare\\nThen this Apostat deacon should such princely Rule to\\nbeare\\nBut where is nowe true discipline dare no man take in\\nhand\\nTo teach such false Apostate Monks their faults to\\nvnderstand\\nAnd neake this base borne Deacon come home to his\\nformer state\\nFrom whence the Lither Lozell fled least he should live\\ntoo straight\\nBut sure no marvell though Gods rodd hath plagued\\nthis noble dame\\nThat gaue to Monkes should serue in Churche such place\\nof worldly fame\\nYet he not all vnmindfull of this Ladies gratefull deed\\nDid purpose with a cruell death to quick her for her nede\\nBut God Almightie in whose hands the harts of princes be\\nPreserue her from these false attempt vile captivitye\\nAnd when this Noble pray was past this brothers\\nbloudy night\\nHe rages like a Tiger fell for sorowe and for spite\\nSo seing that he could not then his Noble Q. to spill\\nVpon her faithfull subiects he began to work his will\\nFor some he cast in prison depe no cause at all thereto\\nAnd some he thrust out of the realme to work them\\ngreat r woe", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 47\\nAnd some he put to cruell death his rage for to fulfill\\nNo meanes he left there vnattempt her subiects lives to\\nspill\\nYet not content in this great rage on men to play his parte\\nIn spight of God against his Christe he gan to shewe his\\nart\\nAnd pulled thence boeth bells lead with iewells many\\none\\nThat he and his companions might more braver therein\\ngone\\nFor sure I am that some of them amongst his Trayter-\\nous trayne\\nHave on their back more lead at once then covereth\\nChurches twayne\\nSo that no hardned hearte of brasse but would lament\\nright sore\\nTo se prophaneing of each place as serueth God and yore\\nAnd when he had this sacrelidge comitted euery where\\nOn loftye Towres Castles stronge his rage did then\\nappere\\nOn Dunbarre first he spued his spite a castle fayre and\\nstronge\\nAnd there he wrought boeth day and night till it was\\nlayd alonge\\nThen uisteth furth and Loghinuar so semely to the\\nshewe\\nHe spoyld them first sackt them then who could more\\ncruell doe\\nThe lord of Sterlinges howse likewise did fele y e form r\\nchauce\\nW ch trayterouslye he did deface his glorie to advaunce\\nThen Roslin Bower of brave attyre w th Saintclere doth\\npossesse\\nMost shamefully he ransauckt so to work him more\\ndistresse\\nLord Harris lands that Baron bolde who let him of his will\\nWhen he was gone throughout the same he did both\\nrobb k spill", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "48 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBut what should I here longer staye eche place here to\\nrecyte\\nSith few there are but that his rage hath nowe defaced\\nquite\\nWhen he had wrought his wilfull witt had his false\\nintent\\nTo blinde the eyes of faithfull men he calld a parlament\\nWhere nockt his fellowe Traytors all both Moreton and\\nMagill\\nWith Lindsay Marre and Ledington yea Balflour laye\\nnot still\\nWith other of this fruyteles flock and falsely did invent\\nThat all things there concluded were by full whole\\nconsent\\nThus sinfull Sathan workt his will through these his\\nchildren dere\\nThat falsehood raignes in steed of right as here it doeth\\nappere\\nYet haue they not so slilye wrought though Sathan was\\ntheir guide\\nBut that their treason euery deale at last as well espied\\nFor they to some were innocent of this most haynous\\ndeed\\nDid catch 4 of the murderers arid put to death with\\nspeed\\nWhereby they hope to make men think herein that they\\nwere clere\\nSith Justice they did execute on some that guylty were\\nAs Hepburne Daglace Penory too John Hey made vp\\nthe messe\\nW ch 4 when they were put to death the treason did\\nconfesse\\nAnd said that Murray Moreton to with others of their\\nrowte\\nWere guylty of the murder vile though nowe they loke\\nfull stowte\\nYet some perchaunce do think that I speake for affection\\nhere", "height": "3844", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 49\\nThough I would so 3000 can herein true witnes beare\\nWho present were as well as I at the execution tyme\\nAnd hard how these in conscience prickt confessed who\\ndid the cry me\\nWherefore all princes take good heed let this for warning\\nstand\\nAnd trye before yo u trust I warne lest check be nere at\\nhand\\nBut though his check it semes so sure that mate is now\\nat hand\\nYet may his Q. such gward procure as shall his force\\nwithstand\\nAnd then she may as he began bid check mate with\\nthee\\nAnd warne him since his force is done to yeld or els to\\nflye\\nTo yeld I meane from false attempt flye such vaine\\nrequest\\nAnd gward himself w th reasons rule and set his heart\\nat rest\\nAnd spend no more his tyme in vaine such false attempts\\nto trye\\nLeast if they vse them over oft hele clime I feare to\\nhighe\\nAnd thus I reaste make an end and wish him to\\nbeware\\nNo more such checks tawnes to give least he be caught\\nin snare.\\nFinis q d Tom Trowth.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "50 TIE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n8fae Cragetrte, in forme of ane Utaltojj fcetbrix\\nhonour, \u00c2\u00a9ufce jFame, atttr tfje 3utfjour fjeirof\\nin ane trance*\\n[Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century, Collected by-\\nJohn Graham Dalyell, Edinburgh 1801.]\\n|N Januar the thre and twentie day,\\nBefoir midnycht, in Lythquo as I lay,\\nTumbling sum tyme on bed abon the clais,\\nNow heir, now thair, quhylis doun, quhylis\\nup I rais\\nTill at the last, in tuinkling of ane ee,\\nSchir Morpheus the Mair assailzeit me,\\nWith all his sluggische suldarts out of number,\\nQuhilks led me captiue vnto Maister Slumber,\\nQuha softly said, Gar keip this pure catiue,\\nAnd tak from him his speiche and wittis fiue.\\nThan come Dame Dreming, all clad in blak sabill,\\nWith sweyning nymphis in cullouris variabill\\nAmangis the quhilks, befoir me thair appeiris\\nAne woundit man, of audit and threttie zeiris,\\nPaill of the face, baith blaiknit, blude and ble,\\nDeid eyit, dram lyke, disfigurat was he,\\nNakit and bair, schot throw pudding and panche,\\nAbone the nauil, and out abone the hanche.\\nNa word he said, quhairthrow I did misknaw him,\\nBecause in sic ane stait I neuer saw him.\\nI wes agast, and sa begouth to feir,\\nBot suddanly with him thair did appeir\\nTwa graif lyke persounis, of greit maiestie.\\nAnd with gude countenance thay said to me\\nWe ar cum heir to the, wofull wycht,\\nTo cause the write that thing thow seis this nycht;\\nFor we are knit, in band maryit togidder,\\nAnd to this woundit wycht father and mother\\nWe him begat within thir twentie zeiris,", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 51\\nThocht deid lyke now he so to the appeiris\\nWe brocht him vp, as ovr deir sone and air,\\nAnd he to serne vs na traueil did spair\\nThacht Atropus hes maid his corps decay,\\nZit immortall in heuin his sanle dois stay,\\nAnd, als immurtall, he sail with vs rest,\\nAnd we with him, sa lang as warld may lest.\\nGlide Schir, (quod I), and ze also Madame,\\nBe n\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00bbt tiffendit that I speir zour name.\\nHow thay call zow, that talkis sa hamely with me,\\nAnd quhafc is he that first appeirit vnto me.\\nThat woundit nian, quhome ze do call zour chylde,\\nQuhat is zr,ur names, lat se how ar ze stylde\\nQuod thay, My sone, of that we think na schame\\nHonour I am, heir with my spous Gude Fame\\nThis woundit chylde of ouris thow may lament,\\nHe was thy inaister ainis, and zour Regent.\\nMy Maister ainis (quod I) zit is he so.\\nNay, nay, (quod thay), he is with vs ago\\nWe haif him taine out of that wickit lyfe,\\nAnd red him of all miserie and stryfe\\nBecause ze wardlingis ar ane cursit clan,\\nZe war n t worthie of this godly man.\\nAilace, (quod I), deid lyke he dois appeir.\\nBe still, (quod thay), and to our sayingis heir\\nSpeid, speid, go to tak pen, ink, paper, and wryte\\nAs we, Honour and Gude Fame, sail indyte.\\nFirst thow sail wit, he was sone natural\\nTo James the Fyffc, zour King and Prince Royal\\nThocht, beand zoung, to kirkis he was promotit,\\nZit we his hart with martiall deidis dotit\\nFor them the Lord sa blissit his affairis,\\nThat fur th of Fyfe he chaist his aduersairis,\\nWith help of gentill men and subiectis to him,\\nThe quhilkis war willing all seruice to do him\\nThair we begat him, and maid him our awin,\\nAs he is, was, and sa sail euer be knawin.\\nSyne, efter that, he passit into France,", "height": "3856", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "52 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhair he did vs, and we did him auance\\nThan hauing leirnit thair sum Frenche langage,\\nHe brocht agane with vs his pucelage.\\nNow, to be schort, it war lang to discerne\\nThe godly giftis that this our sone did lerne\\nFor as in age he daily did incres,\\nIn vertew sa grew he, and lawlynes\\nFirst he did leirne to lufe God aboue all,\\nAnd syne his nichtbour with lufe mutuall\\nTrew faith he leirnit of gude Abraham,\\nWith hoip and cheritie knit to the same\\nHe leirnit als of Salomon the wisdome,\\nHow with the feir of God to reule ane kingdome\\nOf Strang Sampsone he had also the fors,\\nFor to resist Gods foes on fate and hors\\nThocht thir tratours, that drest him in this cace,\\nDurst not present thair force befoir his face\\nHe had lykewyse the justice of Jethro,\\nAnd als the chastitie of Scipio\\nHe had of Dauid the beningnitie,\\nAnd of Titus the liberalitie.\\nQuhat wald thow moir To tell of all his vertus,\\nFor commoun-welthis he did excell Camillus\\nQuhen pleisit God to send zow Scottis ye treuth,\\nThe same to further at Leith he was not sleuth\\nKeforming first his awin with diligence,\\nIn euerie quarter quhair he had puissence\\nThan was he stylit Lord James at that tyde,\\nTo quhome zour Lordis gaif sum reule and gyde.\\nSone efter that, zour Quene ane wedow was,\\nThe quhilk to bring in Scotland he did pas\\nIn France he went, and brocht that Lady hame,\\nQuha efterwart agane changit his name\\nBot zit we maryit him, quhen we thocht gude,\\nUnto ane Lady of hie kyn and blude\\nThan did zour Quene mak him baith Erie Lord\\nOf Murray land, to quhilk we did accord\\nSa condiscendit all zour Lordis togidder,", "height": "3856", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 53\\nThat, nixt zour Quene, he srild reule abone vther.\\nBot than, allace, he did sum thing without vs,\\nHowbeit that all his lyfetyme he did dout vs\\nHe did permit zour Quene to haif ane Mes,\\nThrow quhilk at leth scho grew in greit proudnes;\\nSa did the Papistis all, athort this land,\\nAganis the Lord his will, law, and command,\\nThat ze almaist amang zow wer deuydit,\\nWer not be him all wes the better gydit.\\nSa lang in court as our sone had the steir,\\nAnd that zour Quene wald his gude counsail heir,\\nSa lang all thing zeid weill, and wes weill drest.\\nIn quyetnes, peace, policie and rest\\nNane durst rebell on either syde of Forth,\\nOuir all this cuntrie, eist, west, south, north\\nThe hiest of thame all he maid full law,\\nThat did rebell aganis justice and law.\\nThan did zour Quene sum tyme with vs abyde\\nIn France, and Scotland baith, we did her gyde.\\nBot at the last, in hir tranquillitie,\\nScho did vs all abandoun wantounlie,\\nAnd turnit day in nycht, and nycht in day,\\nAll the nycht lang, to sport, sing, dance and play\\nTill at the last, baith Cupido and Venus,\\nFurth of ye court, gart baneis, chais, and stane vs.\\nThan come Dishonour and Infame, our fais,\\nAnd brocht in ane to reule with raggit clais\\nThocht he wes blak, and moriane or hew,\\nIn credite sone, and gorgius clais he grew\\nThocht he wes forraine, and borne in Piemont,\\nZis did he Lords of ancient blude surmont\\nHe wes to hir baith secreit, trew, and traist,\\nWith hir estemit mair nor all the raist.\\nIn yis mene tyme, cam hame yan my Lord Darlie,\\nOf quhais rair bewtie scho did sumpart farlie,\\nThe fairest sycht, scho thocht, that euir scho saw\\nHir bewtie als did him in hir snair draw.\\nFor to be schort, thay lufit sa togidder,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "54 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThat thay culd not be hour of day but vther.\\nAt last scho said, and caist in to hir l^ynde,\\nQuhat, quhat, sail I be thus with Cupide pynde\\nThat will I not, bot go to my purpois\\nZit first I will my myndc to sum disclois\\nThen with gucle vult, and visage meik and mylde,\\nBrother, (quod scho), scho said vnto our chylde,\\nWill nut ze weill that I marie ane man,\\nBaith of our surname, kynreid, blude and clan\\nLo this is he standing befoir zour face,\\nLustie, gude lyke, and cum of Royall race\\nHim will I marie, and nane vther wycht,\\nWitnes heirof, to him my treuth I plyeht\\nIn your presence, desyring zow lykewyse\\nThat ze be witnes to this interpryse.\\nQuhat wald fchow mair without all friends cosent,\\nThis Lord scho maryit quhen thay were absent,\\nQuha was bot zoung, and culd not reule the ring,\\nAnd thay disperst that suld haif done sic thing.\\nSa this stranger, and fallow of na kin,\\nIn Thuring borne, and wes ane menstrells sone,\\nBegouth to reule, and callit Seinzeour Dauid,\\nBe quhome zour King and Lords war all dissauid.\\nIt wald be lang on this mater to stand.\\nOur sone thaj^ chaist syne efter in Ingland,\\nWith sindrie vther Lordis that went vnto him,\\nThe quhilkis wer all of ane opinioun with him.\\nBe this Dauid zour Lordis did this sustene\\nBe him zour King was lychtlyit with zour Quene\\nBe him all thing was reulit in the court\\nFor him cum all this cummer, stryfe, aud stourt\\nThrow him, in him, be him, zour court was gydit,\\nQuhill that zour Kind and Lordis culd not abyde it\\nThe quhilkis schortly in cousall did cofidder,\\nAnd with ane mynde thay did consent togidder\\nDauid to slay, quhair euer thay mycht haif him.\\nConcluding thus, on nycht thay did persaue him,\\nAt supper tyme, quhair he was in hir chalmer", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 55\\nThan come zour King sum Lords, with ane g lamer,\\nAnd reft him from hir, in spyte of his nois,\\nSyne schot him furth quicklie amang his fois,\\nQuha stickit him, withouttin proces moir\\nBot all his mischeif come sensyne thairfoir.\\nHowbeit scho was sone closit vp beliue,\\nHir gairdis defendit, and hir self captiue\\nZit culd scho not in hart sic thing forzet,\\nBot baid hir tyme, quhill scho hir tyme mycht get.\\nThan come thir Lords the nixt morne efter hame,\\nAnd maist humblie our sone halsit that dame,\\nQuha was with chylde, neir sax monethis gone,\\nAnd him forgaif, and maid to him hir mone\\nSay and, Brother, allace, had ze bene heir,\\nI had not cum in this sturt and steir\\nMy secretar is slane in my presence,\\nOh, oh, brother, allace, quhat greit offence\\nMadame (quod he) cair not, that is small tynsall\\ntie wes our fo, and gaif zour Grace euill cousall.\\nWeill, weill, (quod scho), at leist, brother, lat se\\nGif ze can set me at full libertie\\nFor I am keipit as in presoun heir,\\nAnd na servand of myne dar cum me neir.\\nWith hir fair wordis, he sat hir clene at fredome,\\nBe our aduyse, quhilk was bot lytill wysdome\\nFor to Dunbar that nycht scho raid in haist,\\nBehind ane man in poist, as scho war chaist.\\nThair come till hir anew of men fra hand,\\nQuhilks chaist zour Lords sone efter in Ingland,\\nQuhair thay remanit baneist and absent,\\nQuhill France and Ingland maid thappoyntment.\\nThis, quhen we thocht ilk thing wes weill aggreit,\\nZit wes zour Quenes hart na wayis satisfeit,\\nBot with Bothwell scho maid conspiracie,\\nSeikand the way to cause hir husband die.\\nHeir we lat pas greit tressounis thay committit,\\nQuhilks, for schortnes of tyme, we naif omittit.\\nBot of zour King, schortly for to declair,", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "56 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBothwell with pulder blew him in the air,\\nAt hir requeist quhilk is ane thing weill knawin,\\nAs sen syne tauld sum seruands of thair awin\\nThe quhilk Bothwell, for all his fylthie body,\\nMaryit he was vnto ane nobill Lady\\nBot zit zour Quene, be wrang law falslie forsit,\\nMaid him and hir from vther be deuorsit.\\nThan went our sone schortly in France agane,\\nQuhair we thre togidder did remane\\nSa, in our absence, maryit scho Bothwell,\\nQuha did hir husband kill, as thow hard tell.\\nOf this zour nobills culd not be content\\nWith burghis and comounis forwardts furth thay wet,\\nQuhair thay met vther vpon Carberrie hil\\nTuke hir he fled, and na blucle thay did spill.\\nThan in Lochleuin scho wes put as in waird,\\nThocht efterwart scho had ane sleuthfull gaird.\\nZit did zour Lords auyse thame of ane thing,\\nTo crowne hir sone zour Prince, mak him King\\nQuhilk act thay did, with his motheris consent,\\nConfirmit be the Lords in Parliament\\nAnd than, because he wes ouer zoung to gouerne,\\nAmangis thame selfis wyslie thay did discerne\\nFor to elect our sone, in his absence,\\nRegent to be vnto zour zoungly Prence\\nThan did zour Lords send for him to cum hame\\nWith him come we, baith Honour and Gude Fame.\\nAll burghs and comounis, halelie did yai loif him\\nBot sindrie said, that thay wald haif nane of him\\nj3a gydit he, ane quhyle, with pacience,\\nQuhill he mycht to his fais mak resistence.\\nBot at the last, zour Quene wes lattin furth,\\nConuoyit away be sum wes lytill gude worth\\nAnd spedelie to Hammiltoun scho went,\\nQuhair scho fand men anew incontinent,\\nThe quhilks dispysit vs, Honour and Fame,\\nThairfoir all turnit to thair vtter schame.\\nOur sone and we wer than in Glasgow towne", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n57\\nTe hald the airis in thay parts he wes bowne\\nThan come scho fordwart, with hir strenth fors,\\nMa than .seuin thowsand, quhat on fute and hors\\nZea, twa for ane, we think thay wer agane vs\\nThe towne to leaue, yai thocht than to costrane vs\\nBot we the Langsyde hill befoir thame w T an,\\nAnd be Gods grace, disconfeist yame Ilk man\\nWe tnke and slew scho fled into Ingland,\\nQuhair scho is zit, not at hir awin command.\\nOvr sone cryit out, Lat na mair blucle be sched,\\nBot tak and saif the rest that now be fled.\\nIn deid, yat day, yair wes slane in yat place,\\nMa Hammiltoimis nor ony vther race.\\nHowbeit the rest of thame, maist grationslie,\\nHe did intreit with pardoun and mercie\\nThay him rewardit with ingratitude,\\nAnd traterously this nycht lies sched his blude.\\nEfter this feild, our sone in Ingiand went;\\nWe left him not, bot wes with him present.\\nThan did sum Lords lyft vp yair hornis on hie,\\nQuhilks did withstand zour Kingis authoritie\\nBot he come hame agane, or euer thay wist,\\nAnd zair rebellioun schortly did resist.\\nSone efter him, did cum hame my Lord Duke\\nFor ciuil weir yan euerie man did hike.\\nBot God the Lord brocht all sa weill to pas,\\nThat without blude, all weill aggreit was\\nExcept my Lords the Duke and Hereis, baith\\nWer put in waird, yair wes na vther skaith\\nQuhair thay ar zit, vnto yis tyme and tyde,\\nAnd will be thair quhill sum men get ye gyde.\\nSone efter this, to Liddisdaill he went,\\nQuhairof the theifls, and sic, war not content\\nFor to thair chyftanis he maid biggingis bair,\\nAs efterwart thay did repent full sair.\\nThan come he north schortly, he tuke na rest.\\nTill all that countrie had componit and drest.\\nThe hiest of thame all, that wald rebell,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "58\\nTHE SEMP1LL BALLATES.\\nHe maid him stoup, and als to knaw himsell.\\nThis being done, amang all vther thing,\\nHe maid thame all subscriue vnto the King,\\nBaith far and neir, of hie and law degree,\\nAcknawledgeing the Kingis authoritie.\\nExcept Lord Fleming, nanc war in this land,\\nEot to the Kingis grace had thay geuin thair hand,\\nSa hauing stablischt all thing in this sort,\\nTo Liddisdaill agane he did resort\\nThrow Ewisdaill, Esdaill, and all the Daills raid he,\\nAnd also lay thre nychtis in Cannabie,\\nQuhair na Prince lay thir hundreth zeiris befoir\\nNa theif durst steir, thay did him feir so soir.\\nAnd that thay suld na mair thair thift alledge,\\nThre scoir and twelf he brocht of thame in pledge,\\nSyne wardit yam, quhilk maid ye rest keip ordour;\\nThan mycht the Rasche bus keip ky on the bordour.\\nQuhen he this thocht till haif bene at his eais,\\nIn come on him the Quene of Inglandis fais,\\nThe quhilks to seik he tuke purpois fra hand,\\nWithout delay he gat Northumberland\\nHe socht him so, and fand him at the last,\\nAnd pat him in Lochleuin, quhair he is fast.\\nThan went he sucldanly to Dunbartane,\\nIn snaw, sleit, drift, wind, froist, hailstanis rane.\\nIn deid, lyke snaw, thair words wer soft and fair,\\nLyke sleit, quhylis scharp, with promysis maist bair\\nLyke dryft also, thay did driue of the tyme,\\nTill ane fals tratour suld commit this cryme.\\nLyke as the froist dois freis vp all fresche watter,\\nThay freisit him in Stirling on this mater.\\nWindie it was, and windie was the sessoun\\nAs is ye Freeh e prouerb, grand vant, grctd tressou.\\nWith scharp hailstanis thay schot him traterouslie,\\nLyke rane in greit wind, syne fled suddanlie\\nSa may we weill the tyme to deid compair,\\nFor all wes trublit, baith se, land, and air.\\nOn Sonday than, the quhilk wes zisterday,", "height": "3880", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 59\\nVnto this towne he come, soupit and lay,\\nDynit this day, and at aleuin houris,\\nThair wes ane knaif uf his conspiratouris,\\nAne Hammiltuuii, within the bischoppis stair,\\nQuhilk schot him, as thow seis, withouttin mair\\nSyne at the bak zet suddanlie he fled\\nSum saw him weill, and followit his hors tred\\nQuhilk hors was knawin belaging to Lord Johne,\\nQuha with the rest this act maid to be done.\\nBut to our sone we keipit cumpanie,\\nQuhilk in our armes within this hour did die.\\nThan deit with him all vertus cardinal!,\\nThan deit with him justice imperiall\\nFor in his tyme Gods word was trewly preichit,\\nAnd in his tyme collegis rychtlie teichit.\\nNot only hint he vprychteousnes,\\nBot als he hatit vice and vitiousnes:\\nNot only did he lufe G \u00c2\u00bbd, and him ken,\\nBot als he hatit all vngodly men.\\nTo sessioun als, ilk day he went to se\\nGif justice wes thair ministrate trewlie.\\nThe riche and pure, he did alyke regaird;\\nPuneist the euill, and did the gude rewaird.\\nHe wald not lat the Papists cause ga bak,\\nGif it wer just, bot wald be for him frak\\nHe wald not thoill the proud oppres the pure,\\nSa far as he had regiment and cure\\nHe did disdane pryde and ambitioun\\nPie lufit men meik of conditioun\\nHe did disdane all foull and fylthie word,\\nIn ony sort, outher in eirnist or bourd\\nMaist diligent he wes to ryn athort,\\nTo gif the wedow and fatherles confort\\nMaist diligent to heir the pure manis bill,\\nAnd gif answer according to Gods will.\\nSober he wes in meit, in drink, and claithis\\nHe wald not thoill blaspheming, nor na aithis.\\nReddy to heir, quhen ony man spak to him,", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "60 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nMistraisting not yat ony wald vndo him.\\nPeace and concord, ouer al] for to meintene,\\nThe pure durst leif yair bestiall on the grene.\\nFor slauchter, mercy wald he neuer grant;\\nBaith murtheraris, theifis, and vitches he did dant.\\nFor to be tchort, lay all zour heidis togidder,\\nGif ze can find amang zow sic ane vther.\\nGet vp (quod thay), it is almaist midnycht\\nWith yat, all thre, thay went out of my sycht.\\nBecause ane man wes knoking at the zet\\nQuhair I did ly, and had myself forzet\\nSa rais I vp, all clad in bute and spur\\nQuhais yat (quod I) yat knokis at the dur\\nI, zour gude freind and nychtbour, answerit he\\nGar oppin the zet, gude brother, now lat se.\\nBrother, (quod I), how dois my Lord, I pray zow\\nDepartit, oh (quod he), and deid, I say zow.\\nAllace (quod I), I find my dreme ouer trew,\\nAnd that, full sair, all Scotland sone will rew.\\nThan to the palice went I, and zeid in\\nThair weiping vocis hard I making din.\\nWithin the chalmer I went quhair he departit,\\nQuhilk sycht to se, God wait, maid me sair hartit.\\nThan come I furth agane, and saw my Lady,\\nQuhais horsis at the foir zet wer alreddy.\\nTo Edinburgh scho went, with hart full soir.\\nBeuenge his deith, ze Lords I say na moir.\\nEPITAPHE.\\nHeir lyis the corps (gude pepill) of a Prince,\\nQuhais saule in heuin with Ood is glorifeit\\nJames Regent was murdreitt without offence,\\nBe ane false tratour, sa kncavin and notifeit,\\nQuha wes anis bound to haif bene justifeit.\\nlie gaifhim grace, allace, aganis all ressouv.", "height": "3860", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 61\\nHammiltcun, it schawls weill thou ices felt\\nBe all that Clan for to commit this tressoun.\\nQuhat mouit :he to do yis insolence,\\nAnal meih yat clan sec to be falsifeit,\\nTo quhoe, God Jcnaivis, he schew his greit elemtee,\\nThocht thou with tressoun lies him grcdifeit\\nWith all gucle vertevAs he ives amplifeit\\nWith all foull vice thou lies defylde yair maisoun.\\nResetting the, now half thay varefeit\\nThat thay bene weill contentit of this trasoun.\\nIndeid, I grant that his greit patience\\nAganis him self this deiel hes testifeit\\nFor heid he put zoiu clou n with diligence,\\nZour tressoun had not this bene ratifeit.\\nZe wer anis edl in his will signifeit\\nAt the Langsyde, sensyne in euerie sessoun\\nNow with greit honour is he meignifeit,\\nAnd with greit schame ze seill thoil for this tressou,\\nOBIIT XXIII JANUARII,\\nAXXO DO. M.D.LXIX.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1570.", "height": "3860", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "62 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nXI\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cfje \u00c2\u00a9eploratton of tfje Cruell JHurtljer of\\n3ameg (Erie of iWurrag, Umqujjtle Regent of\\nJ^cotlantf, togititier fottfj arte atmtonittouu to\\ntl)e Jjatmrnltounfe Committarfe tljatrof, anti to\\nall tijair Jortifearte, JMantmarfe, or asstgtenee,\\ntoftfj ane ffixljortattotm to tlje ILortite antr\\nNotrilitte, fetparts anD tiefentiarfe of our Stittjjte\\n(Sraee JHatestte*\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Yolume 17, (February)\\nNumber 17. Libf.ary of the Society of Antiquaries\\nof London.]\\nUHILE as with flesche, and blude we go about\\nThe wondrous warkis of God for to discriue\\nPans quhil we pleis, we sal not find yame out\\nBot sallJudge God, aganis all ressoun striue.\\nQuhen as he tholis, proud e Pelours to depriue\\nThe lyuis from sic, as halelie wes his,\\nBe Cruell murther, thame reuthles for to riue\\nThe flesche of man can neuer considder this.\\nBot quha that wald the mater vnderstand,\\nHe man luke lawer, and enter in the Spreit,\\nAnd than he sail persaif, the cause fra hand,\\nThat God wirks na thing hot as a Judge discreit,\\nQuhen as the pepill with sinnis ar repleit\\nWithout remors, as thay ar, at thir houris\\nThan, to that end his plaiges he may compleit,\\nHe takis from thame thair Godly Gouernouris.\\nIF And this he blis mony sindrie sortis,\\nSum tyme be seiknes, in to thair beddis to be,\\nSum slane be tratouris, bot not for thair comfortis,\\nBot to that end, thay suld distroyit be.\\nAnd rutit furth clene out of memorie,", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 63\\nHe tholis sic wickit, proud e Conspiratouris,\\nTo execute thair lurking traytorie,\\nAnd bring to deith thair godly Gouernouris.\\nl Jo. 3. We se also the wickit of the warld,\\nStill beir the godly, at deiclly Indignatioun,\\nSum tyme be tratouris, ar Innocentis overharld,\\nAnd thocht trew men, haif heir bot tribulatioun.\\nWe suld not haif sic thingis in admiratioun\\nAs gif it wer, ane new thing chansit to man\\nFor sa it was, euin from the first Creatioun,\\nAnd still hes bene, sen that this warld began.\\nThis mortall feid, this haitrent and Inuie,\\nDid first begin, as Gods awin buke dois tell\\nGen. 4. As in the Genesis we may plainly spie,\\nBetuix twa brether, Cain and Abell.\\nCain aganis his brother did Rebell,\\nAnd suffeit not, to sched his saithles blude\\nAnd for this cause, I pray zow mark it well.\\nHis warkis war euill, and faithfull Abells gude.\\nAnd of thir twa, this haill warld did descend,\\nQuhilk neuer can, amangis thame selfis aggrie,\\nBot baith thair offspringis may be cleirly kend\\nCurst Cains Clan, be thair Impietie.\\nAnd Abells seid f r richt and equitie,\\nAnd thus all murtherars ar discendit doun\\nOf Curst Cain, and his posteritie,\\nAs is the Tyrane and Tratour Hammiltoun.\\nFor luke how Justice was the verray cause\\nTo curst Gain, his brother for to kill,\\nSa is it zit, but dout, the only clause\\nThat moues the wickit, vnto thair Raging still.\\nThay gloir na thing, bot euer into 111,\\nAnd makis thame euer, but mercy to maligne\\nAnd quhen thay may, thair wickit wayis fulfill,\\nThay will not thole, ane godly man to Rigne.", "height": "3860", "width": "2304", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "64 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nCije ^rotmtiomt Ijetrot\\nTo preif this part, I plainly mycht propone,\\nExemplis seir, maist Notabill and trew,\\nBot for thame all, I will bot vse heir one\\nOf our deir Maister, aDd Sauiour Christ Jesew.\\nIn quhome na spot of sin, it neuer grew,\\nZit nocht theles, the bischoppis mycht not byde him,\\nQuhill on a Croce, on lenth, and breid him drew,\\nAnd hangit vp for spyte, twa theuis besyde him.\\nFor to mak mentioun of the marterdome\\nOf Gods Prophets, it wer sum thing to lang,\\nAnd for to reckin, the reuthles Rage of Rome\\nQuhair sindrie godly, thay dulefully doun dang.\\nIt wer prolixt, thairfoir I let thir gang,\\nAnd to my purpois, bot proces mair proceid\\nHow wickit men, delytis ay in to wrang,\\nAnd may not suffer, to haif ane godly heid.\\nSen sa it was, that Christ baith God and man,\\nWith his Apostills, and Propheits gat na rest,\\nBot euer hatit be Cain, and his clan,\\nAs God s trew word, dois mak it manifest,\\nWe suld not grade, howbeit we be opprest,\\nAs was our Maister, and brethrene vs beforne\\nBot be assurit, it will cum for the best,\\nAnd better to thame that thay had neuer bene borne.\\nI mene not heir, that thay suld pas vnpunissit,\\nFor thair trespas, nor neuer sic thing thocht,\\nFor than suld Justice and Law be clene diminissit\\nGif thay war spairit, this wickit wark lies wrocht.\\nThat our gude gyde to bailfull beir hes brocht\\nLat vs assemble thairfoir with curage stout,\\nAnd lat thay tratouris, out throw this land be socht,\\nAnd neuer leif thame till thay be rutit out.", "height": "3816", "width": "2356", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 65\\nSine Sfamontttoun to all tfje \u00c2\u00a9ammtltounts anb\\ntjjatr asststarfe, coungallarte, anti pertalterts\\nof tljfe maist Sule attti a ijomina ill iHurtfjer*\\nO Teinfall tratouris, quhy did ze him deuoir\\nMaist schamefullie, that puneist euerie vice,\\nQuha wes the cheif mantenar of Gods gioir\\nIn to this Realme, and hint all Justice,\\nZour bailfull blude can nener pay the price\\nOf his deir deith, wrocht be zour wickitnes.\\nWa worth zou Uillanis, that slew that Prince maist wise,\\nFor na cause ellis, bot for his rychteousnes.\\nFor sen ze first in to this Realme began,\\nZe wer ay callit for zour tyrannie\\nStrypis of the Schyre, the maist vnworthie clan\\nThat euer wes bred, or sene in this countrie.\\nAs schawis weill be zour Genalogie,\\nFor thift and murther, reif and oppressiounis,\\nWith Guldis and Rukis, blasnit equallie\\nIs the auld armes of the Hammiltounis.\\nAnd quha wald seik, ane man but conscience.\\nAne Renegat for to deny his Creid,\\nTo tak ane pure man vnder his credence\\nSyne cut his throt, and toung out of his heid.\\nTo put ane hundreth for to beg thair breid,\\nAnd bring Just men vnto confusioun\\nTo do ane horrible, and ane vnworthie deid,\\nSeik neuer farther than ane Hammiltoun.\\nAne midding tuilzour, but manheid at assay,\\nAne vailzeand tyrane, ane febill Campioun,\\nAne wyfe with Childe, that manfully can slay,\\nAne noysum nychtbour, proude in oppressioun.\\nAne tern full tratour of rycht Successioun,\\nTo Crucifie Christ, that compts not a feg,\\n5", "height": "3848", "width": "2272", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "66 THE SEMPILL BALLATES,\\nI say to zow for schort conclusioun,\\nCome neuer ane gude byrde of the Deuillis eg\\nHow horriblie ze spuilzeit vnder nycht\\nIn his awin hous, maist schamefull for till heir.\\nAnd Nobill Lord, James of Torphichen knycht^\\nHe can declair, gif ony man list speir.\\nZe left him not, ane Maize nor Deneir,\\nSyne vnder traste, neir schot him and his wyfe,\\nAnd Tymothie wes in ane felloun feir\\nBot prasit be God, thay chaipit with thair lyfe.\\nOur Kingis Grandschir, at Lithquo feild ze slew\\nBaneist his gudschir, from his kynde heritage,\\nHis Fatheris murther also ze cleirly knew\\nMyschantly hangit, ane wickit vassalage.\\nThir ar zour warks, euin fra zour first barnage,\\nGod wait gif ze be Jalps to hald in stoir\\nOr bony byrdis, to keip into ane Cage,\\nChrist keip our King out of zour handis heirfoir.\\nZe slew our Regent, because his warks wer gude.\\nQuha was the Lampe of lycht in to this land,\\nAs houngrie tykis, ze thristit for his blude,\\nNu. 25. That sauit zow, quhen ze wer in his hand,\\nGal. 5. Quhen ze culd not resist his forcie wand,\\nJoa. 3. Ane suithfast sentence, heirfoir I sail zow tell\\nGen. 9. Pronouncit be God, I lat zow vnderstand,\\nApo. 3. All Murtherars thay sail Inherit hell.\\nnz atmtontttomt to tlje as tstarfe, coungallart*,\\nfog Igarte, ant\u00c2\u00bb Bnogsarig in tijts maist\\nfcetaefaWll murtfjer*\\nNocht only thay, bot all that sic asisstis\\nOr fortefeis, or ony wayis mantenis,", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 67\\nIncurris his Curse, now hike Gods buke quha listis\\nFor it is not mans Judgement sa that deims,\\nAnd quha that this soir sentence small esteims,\\nThe tyme sail cum, that he sail weip and murne,\\nQuhen hiddeous Hell with greuous glowand gleims\\nBaith body and saule for euer mair sail burne.\\nMoirouer all thay of that Genalogie,\\nAnd of that Surname, we mak thame Intimatioun,\\nThay salbe repute of this foule cryme gyltie\\nQuha nocht compeiris to mak Purgatioun,\\nFarther all thay, geuis consultatioun,\\nOr thame assistis in to this fylthie fact\\nAnd not compeiris to our Conuentioun\\nThay salbe halden pertakeris of this act.\\nBe war heirfoir, and be effrayit of this,\\nLat sic tryit tratouris defend thair awin curst cause,\\nTyne not zour landis, and els the hevinis blis,\\nBot be obeysant to God, and mans Lawis,\\nAnd be not flatterit with thair vaine wordis sawis\\nFor thay can not of this foule fack be clengit,\\nThocht man wald wink, zit God yat all thing knawis\\nHe will not leif this vile wark vnreuengit.\\nEi}t exijortatiotm to tlje ILorlris anti $Lofttlttte per-\\ngefoarte of tfjfe cruell JHurtijer, attti tfrfmtiarte\\nof our Ittng*\\nPsal. 5. God sayis my Lords, he wil be aduersair,\\nTo bludy boucheris, that stand of him na feir,\\nMy Lords, thir wordis suld carage zow far mair\\nNor the haill help of man baith far and neir.\\nFall to heirfoir with blyith and mirrie cheir,\\nWear anew, thairfoir heis vp zour hartis,\\nAnd ford warts inarch e, sa sail we se and heir\\nQuhat lurk and lubers will tak thir Lymmers parts.", "height": "3852", "width": "2316", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "68 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThay fylde the feilds befoir, quhen first yai fauchs\\nQuhair tha for ane, wer aye number thre,\\nWe trowit from thence, thay suld haif sittin saucht,\\nAnd suld haif tyrit of all thair tyrannic.\\nBot now allace, the contrare we may se,\\nOur vaine pietie, hes maid vs this fals traine.\\nGods Curse thairfoir lycht on thame all for me,\\nThat euer hes pietie or reuth on thame againc\\nGif ze do nocht Reueuge this fylthie fact\\nZe will be schamit, ze may weill vnderstand,\\nAnd will be namit, ane fals and febill pack\\nThat euer rang in ony Realme or land.\\nWith curage heirfoir, now be the baner standi\\nAnd wyn for euer honour and Renoun,\\nDo ze not this, ze ar ane bailfull band\\nAnd seruis nocht ells, bot Goddis malesoun.\\nFor Gods Curse, his vengance and maledictioun\\nSail neuer from zow, nor fra zour seid depart,\\nZe sail sustene maist sorowfull afflictioun,\\nThat euer tholde men, in ony land or airt.\\nSic hauie harme sail happen to zour hart\\nGif this foule murther with silence be ouerpast r\\nThir same tratouris sail mak zour selfis to smart\\nAnd salbe zour distructioun at the last.\\nAnd gif sa hapnis, ze may rycht weill considder\\nThis plaigue maist Justly, of Gods hands ze craif,\\nFar better it is thairfoir to ryse togidder\\nFor to reuenge the Murther with the laif.\\nNor Gods soir wraith abone zour heidis to haif,\\nFor the ouerseing of sic a fylthie cryme\\nFor Gods plaigues approchis I persaif,\\nGif ze prolong, schort quhyle and drift ouer tyme.\\nFall to thame fraklie, to fecht thay haif na faces,\\nPersew thame peirtly, and ze sail se thame fie,", "height": "3884", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 69\\nRune is thair glas, and gone now is thair graces.\\nIn to respect of this foule tratorie,\\nAnd quha supportis thame, or dois fortifie,\\nI hope to God that is the heid of hallous\\nTo se thame hyntit in handis haistelie,\\nSyne hangit hie, but grace vpon the Gallous.\\nCfje mafearts (Exljortatotm to all mm in\\n(BmtxdlL\\nAmend zour lyues, and call on God for grace,\\nPray for zour King with hartie Exhortatioun,\\nRepent our sinnis quhill we haif tyme and space\\nDetest all vice, and foule abhominatioun.\\nThan God sail gif vs confort and consolatioun,\\nPray for the Nobill Quene of Ingland\\nQuha in our neid still sendis vs supportatioun,\\nHir grace, lang space, may in gude weilfair stand,\\n1T So be it.\\nIF Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1570.", "height": "3860", "width": "2368", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "70 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n!M\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CJje Begentte Cragetfte erttrms fottfj ane\\nexJjortatioutu\\n[British Museum. Roxburghe Ballads. Volume 3. State\\nPaper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 17. (February)\\nNumber 16. Library of the Society of Antiquaries of\\nLondon. A few Copies Privately Printed by W.William-\\nson, Esq., 23 Carlton Hill, St. John s Wood, London.\\nMay 1872, Sm. Quarto.]\\nJAMES, Earle of Murray, Regent of Renoun,\\nNow lyis deid, and dulefullie put doun,\\nMurdreist but mercy, murnand for remeid,\\nQuha lost his lyfe in Lithquo with ane loun,\\nGiltles God wait betraist into that toun,\\nSlane with ane schot, and saikless put to deid\\nFeit be our fais throw fellonie and feid\\nHangman to Hary, now Burrio to hir brother,\\nWeill may this murther manifest the tother\\nQuhat leid on lyfe wald nocht lament his lose\\nWais me to want him, is the commoun voce\\nFor sic ane Prince sail neuer pure man haif,\\nTint be ane Tratour, steilling vp ane close,\\nPossest in purpois, lyfe for lyfe to cose,\\nBot na compair, ane Kings Sone to ane knaif,\\nSen he is gone agane my will to graif,\\nThrow all this Realme I dar weill mak this ruse,\\nRang nocht his maik sen buryit was the Bruse.\\nTo keip gude reule, he raid and tuke na rest,\\nBaith South and North, and sumtyme eist west,\\nAll to decoir our commoun weill ze knaw,\\nBe quhome lat se wes Pirats sa opprest\\nOr zit the theiffis sa dantonit, dung, and drest\\nArgyle and Huntlie hid thame baith for aw,\\nAnd quhen he mycht, he myst nocht in the Law", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nTwyse on the day, and sleipit nocht in sleuth,\\nTo se na buddis suld beir thame by the treuth.\\nOf this foule fact suppois our fais be fane,\\nZit efter Moysis, Josua come agane,\\nTo gyde the pepill, geuand the gloir to God\\nSuld thay succeid that hes him saikles slane\\nBe war with that, I wald ze war not vane,\\nTo haif zour walk anis wirryit with the tod,\\nThink ze with ressoun thay suld reule the rod,\\nWith double murther maid vs all ado\\nAnd with our King wald play Cowsauly to\\nPray gif ze pleis, I warne zow ze haif neid,\\nTo keip our King fra cankrit Kedzochis seid,\\nThat daylie wayis Inuentis to put him doun,\\nHis Grandschir slane at Lythquo gif I leid:\\nHis gudschir thryse hes left this land in deid,\\nHary at midnycht murdreist in this toun\\nHis Cousing last, and zit thay clame the Crown,\\nBlynd Jok may ges, gif tliir be godly deidis,\\nBrunt be zone Bischop in quhome this barret breidis,\\nCut of that Papist Prothogall of partis,\\nThat with his lesingis all the laif peruertis,\\nSyne Joyne zour forces to the feildis but feir,\\nBecause ze tak zour stoutnes all in startis\\nTo Hammiltoun in haist quhill ze haif hartis,\\nDeuyse sum way to pay zour men of weir,\\nFra he be o-ane ze neid nocht gather o*eir\\nFecht weill, and war yame, and wyn the ryches yair\\nAnd gif ze de, in deid ze neid na mair.\\nCurst be ze baith, bischop and bothwell hauch,\\nFor this foule deid, zour seid man rak ane sauch,\\nOif ze twa want the widdie, now thay wrang zow:\\nLythquo lament, zour burges may luke bauch,\\nIn beir seid fcyme zour burrow rudis bv fauch.", "height": "3876", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "72 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nCause of this murther laitly maid amang zow,\\nOr gif I trowit it helpit ocht to hang zow,\\nSa suld ze die and syne zour towne in fyre,\\nSum part for sythment to asswage our Ire.\\nOuer thir twa housis, for thair deids inding,\\nThe hand of God dois ouer thair heidis hing\\nThame to distroy, I dout not in our dayis,\\nHepburnis will wraik, for wyrrying of the King,\\nBot Hammiltounis fy, this was ane foular thing\\nIs this zour ferme Religioun zais zais\\nSic tyme sail cum I trow as Thomas sayis\\nHirdmen sail hunt zow vpthrow Garranis gyll\\nCastand thair Paths and lat the pleuch stand still.\\nApperandly thir plaigis are powrit out,\\nTo wraik this warld, and wait ze quhair about\\nBecause we want na vice vnder the heuin\\nSen double murther markis to reule the rout,\\nWith Niniueitis lat vs ga cry and schout,\\nFor to retreit zone sentence Justly geuin,\\nZit thow gude Lord that Judgis all thingis euin,\\nSeand the perrell that ouer the pepill standis,\\nLat nocht thair blude be socht at saikles handis.\\nNow Lord is Lairdis assemblit in this place,\\nOuer lang we talk of Tragedeis allace,\\nAway with cair, with confort now conclude\\nAs gude in paper as speik it in zour face,\\nGif murtherars for geir get ony grace,\\nZe will be schent, think on I say for gude\\nSen art and part, ar gyltie of his blude\\nQuhy suld ze feir, or fauour thame for fieiching\\nZe hard zour self, quhat Knox spak at the preiching.\\nFirst on the feildis mak schortly to lat se,\\nWe want bot ane, and quhat the war ar we\\nSen God wes pleist to pas him out of pyne,", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES 73\\nAll men on mold ar markit for to de,\\nWith tyme and place appointit, sa wes he\\nLat nocht in cair zour curages declyne,\\nFor want of ane I wald nocht all suld tyne,\\nGar reid at Roxburgh quhen the King was slane,\\nAnd zit ane woman wan the hous agane.\\nSen than be wemen douchtie deidis wer done,\\nBarronis be blyith, and hald zour hartis abone,\\nAnd lat vs heir quhairfoir ze hapnit hidder\\nThay are na partie, and ze speid zow sone\\nAlbeit that boyd be daylie in Denone,\\nLang or Argyle be gadderit in togidder,\\nQuhen all is done, the counsall may considder,\\nQuhat is the maist zone murtheraris may do,\\nSuppois that Huntlie wald cum help thame to.\\nHad we ane heid wald stoutly vndertakit,\\nThe Barronis sayis thay suld be bauldly bakit,\\nMycht thay for tyritnes trauell of thir tounis\\nQuhy stand ze aw of Tratouriris twyse detractit\\nThink ze not schame to heir zour Lordschipis lakit\\nSum feiris yair flesche, sum grenis to gadder cronnis,\\nSum happis thair heids, sum belttis yame vp in gounis,\\nLuke gif zour partie prydis thame in thair spurring,\\nKeipand the feildis and fryis not in thair furring.\\nWa worth the wyfls that fostred zow and fed,\\nZe dow not ly vnles ze haif ane bed,\\nKeip zow fra cauld, haif claith within zour scho\\nI think greit ferly how ze can be red,\\nOr fray at thame, that last befoir zow fled,\\nWantand thair Quene, syne God agane thame to\\nQuhy ly ze heir with lytill thing ado\\nThe Barronis biddis zow schortly byde or gang,\\nCurage decayis fra Scottis men tarie lacg.\\nHaue Lyounnis lukis, and than mak me ane lear,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "74 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBe Hanniballis, and heis zour hartis sum hear,\\nBot keip not capua, quhil zone Knaifis incluse zow\\nHe neidis not work that hes ane gude ouersear,\\nNane neid ze fetch, swa that zour hartis war frear,\\nBot be my saule my self culd neuer ruse zow\\nI knaw weill for this cryme, Christ sail accuse zow,\\nFor spairing Agag, Saull was puneist sair\\nSwa sail he zow, I dar nocht say na mair.\\nThe Lord of Hostes that heuin eirth commandis,\\nTo keip our King from all vnhappy handis,\\nThe Quene of Ingland and hir Counsall to\\nZe feir the Frenchemen suld ouerlay thir landis,\\nBot I heir say be sum that vnderstandis,\\nThe Doctouris doutis bot thay haif mair ado\\nOur Quene is keipit straitly, thair stands scho\\nIngland will help zow, and ze help zour sellis,\\nAnd be the contrair, craif thame na thing ellis.\\nThis fair ze weill, I flait not to offend zow,\\nIn sempill veirs this Schedull that I send zow.\\nBeseikand zow to schort it gif ze may.\\nSteill ze away, the wyfis will vilipend zow\\nAnd gif ze byde, the burrowis will commend zow\\nBest wer I think mycht we preuene zone day\\nThair Semblie beis on Sonday I heir say\\nIn Glasgow towne, thinkand to fecht or fie\\nIt lukis weill thair, ze get na mair of me.\\nFinis.\\nSTfje raptrets Hemtojh\\nAs men recordis, in dcid my Lordis,\\nI schrink not for to schaw\\nSuppois ze crak, ze ly abak,\\nAnd lybellis be the Law.", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 75\\nZe mak not to, as men suld do,\\nI trow ze stand sum aw\\nSuppois ze hecht, to se zow fecht,\\nThat day will neuer daw.\\nIs na remeid, fra he be deid,\\nNa man to seik ane mendis\\nOr quha is heir, dar brek ane speir,\\nUpon zone lymmeris lendis\\nZe dar not mum, quhill Saidlar cum,\\nTo sa quhat Ingland sendis\\nThinkand to sayit, and ay delayit,\\nAnd swa the mater endis.\\nWith sychis and sobbis, and beltit robbis,\\nZe counterfite the dule\\nQuhat douchtie deidis, to weir sic weidis,\\nExcept it wer ane fule.\\nMak of the towne, and cow thame downe,\\nNow or zour curage cule\\nFor Maddie sayis, byde ze aucht dayis,\\nZe be not thair quhill Zule.\\nIs this the thing, quha gydis the King\\nZe can not all aggre\\nNow fy for schame, feche Leuenox hame,\\nZe haif nane narer nor he.\\nGif he want grace, to gyde that place,\\nCheis outher twa or thre\\nThan war I fane, bot all in vane,\\nTo wis and will nocht be.\\nAnd sum thair bene, waittis on the Quene,\\nBot gaip ay quhill thay get hir\\nAnd war scho heir, I tak na feir,\\nThe Feynd aby we set hir.\\nFor we are now, als stark I trow,\\nAs famzer quhen we met hir", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "76 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhen all is done, thay start ouer sone,\\nTo boist and not the better.\\n1 think it best, ze tak na rest,\\nGif ze durst vndertak it\\nAnd we be trew, we ar anew,\\nZe salbe bauldly bakit.\\nBot sen I se, it will not be,\\nThat meter will not mak it\\nThe Feynd mak cair, I say na mair,\\nI rew that euer I spak it.\\nFinis.\\nQuod Robert Sempill.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1570.\\nSffiL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Wqz lExljortattoun to all plesantr tijtngts\\nqttljairtn man can ijatf fcelgte to fottfjtrrafo tfjatr\\npicture from manftjmtrc, antr to tieplotr tfje\\nCruelljlurtljer of famqufjilemg Hortr Eegentts\\n\u00c2\u00a9race.\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 17, (February)\\nNumber 18. Library of the Society of Antiquaries of\\nLondon.]\\nE Montaines murne, ze valayis vepe,\\nZe clouds and Firmament,\\nZe fluids dry vp, ze seyis so depe\\nDeploir our lait Regent.\\nZe greinis grow gray ze gowanis dune\\nZe hard rocks ryue for sorrow", "height": "3880", "width": "2232", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 77\\nZe Marisruildis forbid the sune\\nTo oppen zow euerie morrow.\\nThow Lauand lurk, thow time be tint\\nThow Margelene swaif,\\nThow Camomylde, ze balme and Mint\\nZour fragrant odouris laif.\\nZe Baselik and Jonet nouris,\\nZe Geroneis so sweit\\nAnd Violatis hap zow with schouris\\nOf hailstaines snaw and sleit.\\nThow grene Roismary hyde thy heid,\\nSchaw not thy fair blew bhimis\\nIn syne of dule lat na grene blaid\\nOn Lawraine grow or broomis.\\nZe friutfull treis produce na frute\\nAnd ze fair Rois treis widder:\\nIn earth ze sweit nouris tak na rute\\nBut wallow altogidder.\\nCum Nettillis, thornie breiris rew,\\nWith all foull fllthie weid,\\nNow plant zow quhair thir sweit flouris grew,\\nAnd place zow in thair steid,\\nZe plesant byrdis lat be zour sang\\nZour mirth in murning turne,\\nAnd tak the Turtill zow amang\\nTo leirne zow how to murne.\\nThow luifsum Lark, gay Goldspink\\nThow mirthfull Nychtingaill\\nLat be zour heuinly noitis and think\\nHes deith for to bewaill,\\nZe plesand Paun and Papingaw\\nCast of zour blyithlyke cullour,\\nAnd tak the feddrum of the Craw\\nIn syne of wo and dolour,", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nNow burne thy self O Phenix fair\\nNot to reuive againe,\\nThat we may him to the compair,\\nQuhais lyke dois not remaine.\\nThow Pelican prepair thy beik\\nAnd grind it scharpe and lang,\\nTo peirs our breistis that we may seik\\nHow to reuenge this wrang.\\nAll birdis and beistis, all hillis and holtis\\nAll greinis and plesand treis,\\nAll Lambis Kiddis, all Caluis Colts,\\nAbsent zow from mens eyis.\\nZe gleds and howlets, rauins and rukis\\nZe Crawis and Corbeis blak,\\nThair gutts mot be among zour cluikis\\nThat did this bludy fact.\\nZe Instruments of euerie sort,\\nThat gaif to mankynde plesure,\\nNow turne zour melodie and sport\\nIn murning and displesure.\\nYe Sone and Mone, and Planetis seuin\\nZe glystryng starris bricht,\\nAll ze Celestiall hoste of heuin\\nAbsconce zow from mens sicht.\\nYe zeiris and monethis, dayis houris,\\nZour naturall course withdraw\\nIn Somer tyme be wynter schouris,\\nSleit, hailstaines, frost and snaw.\\nFor why sum men dois trauell now,\\nTo turne all vpsyde downe,\\nAnd als to seik the maner how\\nTo reif the King his Crowne.\\nWe had ane Prince of gude Renoun,\\nThat Justice did desyre,", "height": "3872", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAganis quhorae the Hararniltoun\\nDid traterously conspyre.\\nQuha schot him of the Bischoppis stair\\nIn Lithgow thair Loudoun,\\nTo bruik this byworde euer mair\\nFy Tratour Hammiltoun.\\nSen Christ hes tane him to his fader,\\nThis is the best remeid,\\nThat ze trew Lordis togidder gadder\\nFor to reuenge his deid.\\nSen thay haue wrocht sic thing agane vs\\nTraist weill thay cair not neist\\nTo kill the King, for quhy Cardanus\\nThe Feind pat in the Preist.\\nFrance hes na rest, yat is na bourdis,\\nThocht sum seis not ane styme.\\nHow France dois feide thame with fair wordis\\nFor to dryue of the tyme.\\nThe Frenche men sayis adueis le fein,\\nQuhilk is as muche to say\\nQuhen euer thay bring hame the Quene,\\nThay sail repent that day.\\nYe Lords that now this draucht hes drawin\\nSuppois ze haue left Rome,\\nZit wald ze that zour Names war knawin\\nAthort all Cristindome,\\nSa Nero did, bot not for gude,\\nQuha brunt Rome to considder\\nQuhat fyre it was, syne sched the blude\\nOf his Haister and mother.\\nSa was he spokin of for sic thing\\nMe think as ze wald be,\\nThat sweir oft to manteine the King\\nAnd his authoritie.", "height": "3876", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "80 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nZe did him also King proclame\\nAnd haldis of him offices,\\nPensionis ze hald als in Name,\\nWith teinds and benifices,\\nNow wald ze change and chaisson yat\\nAnd bring on deidly feidis,\\nZe worke maist lyke ze wat not quhat\\nWith zour Politick heidis.\\nNow wyselie wirke, be not dissauid,\\nFor and scho get hir will,\\nScho will Reuenge the deith of Dauid,\\nCarbarrie and Langsyde hill\\nZe Lordis that now sa faine wald haif\\nUp hir authoritie,\\nCan not yow clenge mair nor the laif\\nOf Sum pointis of thir thre.\\nHeirfoir gif ye sa faine wald haue hir\\nTo fulfil zour affeckis,\\nGif ye may get hir than ressaif hir\\nWith raipis about your neckis.\\nByde ye in Burgh quhill Michaelmes\\nYour money will growe skant,\\nHeirfoir my counsell is expres\\nThat to your wyfis ye hant.\\nFor quhy it is ane wyfis quarrell\\nYe wald sa faine set furth,\\nAs now ye may heir Mad die tell\\nIt is bot lytil gude worth.\\nAs ye haif browne now drink ye that\\nYe se how all is cum.\\nFor had I witten that I wait\\nAllace is Scotts wisdume.\\nNow best it war to leif sic thing,\\nLest strangers cum and wrang vs,", "height": "3836", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 81\\nAne God, ane faith, ane Law, ane King,\\nLet vs obserue amang vs.\\nAnd to conclude I mak ane end\\nPraying our God of micht,\\nTo saif our King and him defend\\nIn his vndoutit richt.\\nWith all trew Subiectis in thir partis\\nOf his authoritie\\nBeseiking God to ioyne the heartis\\nOf our Nobilitie.\\nFinis.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik\\nAnno Do. 1570\\nUU Cljc ffirtuftit Uetits tije ftlintre.\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series, Volume 17 (Ajwil)\\nNumber 71. British Museum. Eoxburghe Ballads,\\nVolume 3.]\\nHIS warld it waggis I wat not how,\\nAnd na man may ane vther trow\\nAnd euerie man dois pluke and pow,\\nAnd that the pure may flnde,\\nOur Court it is decayit now\\nThe cruikit leidis the blind e.\\nAlthocht the warldlie wise be cruikit,\\nThis commoun weill he hes miscuikit,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "82 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nOur Lords ar blind e and dois ouerluikit\\nHe gydes thame as he list\\nTak thay not tent he will not huikit\\nTo gyde thame in the mist.\\nHe halds our Lords at variance,\\nHe garris the tane put esperance\\nThay will get daylie help of France,\\nThis he garris thame confide\\nSayis Ingland will bring mony Lance\\nUnto the vther side.\\nOur Lords ar now delt in twa sydis,\\nAnd euerie faction in him confydis\\nZe will heir tell how he thame gj r dis,\\nAnd ze leit zeiris few\\nSen he hes maid sa mony slydis\\nTrow ze he can be trew.\\nFra he in Court in credite grew,\\nHe did ay change the Court anew\\nThe Quene his doingis sair did rew,\\nAnd richt sa did hir Mother,\\nThe counsall kennis gif he was trew\\nTo him that was hir Brother.\\nIn Edinburgh quhen they conuene,\\nOur Lords to him they gang bedene\\nAs he war outher King or Quene,\\nHe hes thame at his bidding\\nHis craftie counsall will be sene,\\nQuhen Doggs barkis on ye midding.\\nAlbeit he haif the Feuer quartane,\\nHe suld be made Knycht of the Gartane,\\nHe rewlis Edinburgh and Dumbartane,\\nAs Maddie dois me tell", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nGif he war Pape I am richt certane\\nHe wald reule heuin and hell\\nGif he gar Atholl do sic schame,\\nAs to consent to bring hir hame\\nAnd gif the gyding to Madame,\\nThey will put downe the King\\nThe Crowne will alter fra that Name,\\nThan murderars may sing.\\nHe hes gart Hume begin to tyre,\\nAlthocht that he gat his desyre\\nBot he will leid him in the myre\\nThocht he hecht to defend him,\\nAnd Ingland set his lands in fyre\\nI wat not quha will mend him.\\nAls he gat Setoun out of hands,\\nFrom forfalting he sauit his lands\\nThocht he be lyand vnder bands\\nHe will not knaw the King\\nSen ze ken how the mater stands,\\nSuld he half leif to flino-\\nT3\\nOur richt Kegent quha was our targe\\nLaid sindrie things vnto his charge,\\nThe quhilk in deid war verray large\\nAs is kend with anew,\\nZe haif geuin him ane plane discharge\\nAnd sayis it was not trew.\\nI wat ze saw neuer ane styme,\\nAnd wantit baith ressoun and ryme,\\nQuhen ze forgaif him all his cryme\\nAnd maid his oddis euin,\\nThocht he be fristit at this tyme\\nHe will not be forgeuin", "height": "3844", "width": "2356", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "84 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nI pray zow Lordis on ather syde,\\nThat ze his sawis do not confyde,\\nFor I will sweir zow be Sanct Bryde\\nHe susseis not thre strais,\\nQuha suld be rewlar nor our gyde\\nMay he brake that he hais.\\nAll thir maters he dois bot mock,\\nHe hes deuysit mony sic block\\nHe can begyle ane Landwart Jock,\\nExcept he ken him weill\\nThay say he can baith quhissill and cloik\\nAnd his mouth full of meill.\\nMy Lordis quhat is this that ze mene\\nI thinke the holkis ouergangis zour ene,\\nI wald sum man wald scheir zow clene\\nThat ze micht ze thir faultis,\\nAnd be not blinde as ze haif bene\\nNor led with thame that haultis.\\nFinis.\\nImprintit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1570.\\nffl\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cfje pogsonit Srfjot\\n[British Museum. Koxburghe Ballads. Volume 3. Lib-\\nrary of the Society op Antiquaries of London.]\\nIF wicked vice first sen the warld began\\nHad age be age, but punishment Increst\\nIn eirth lang syne y air had been nothing than,\\nSaif only vice and malice manifest.\\nBot to thir dayis sic meanis God ay drest,", "height": "3840", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAganis vice that vertew ay hes streuin\\nThoche ather uther be tyme hes opprest\\nLast Justice Judge bure ay the ballance euin.\\nIT Sa of hes plesure it plesit him prouyde\\nUs to exerce as ship vnder the saill\\nSum tyme in storme, sum tyme in temperate tyde\\nTo let vs knaw this warld is but fraill\\nBetuix gude and euill markand our trauaill\\nIn euills nude not menand our nawfrage\\nPrinces be Justice he ordanit in this vaill,\\nUs to conduct as Pilats dois their Barge.\\nAnd sa we se in Storeis as we reid,\\nAy to their dayis sum Magistrates did ring\\nSum gude some euill, be tyme as did succeid\\nAt quhais plesure vertew did fade or spring.\\nThe gude did vertew, the wicked vice vpbring\\nQuhat plesis them the same the pepill suittis\\nAnd sa we se the maners of the King\\nIs ay the mark quhairat his subiectis shuittis\\n1F This part to preif be yair particular liues\\nIt war to lang in vulgare veirs expres it,\\nAt lenth the same sen Cronickles discriues\\nAnd als experience will cause vs to confesit.\\nAnd last of all, how wicked vice Incres it\\nAmang ourselues throw Mareis negligence,\\nAnd how the same began to be suppressit\\nBe Murrayis meane we haif experience.\\nIF Quhat vice rais vp reuolue into zour minds\\nQuhat sin, quhat shame, in hir last dayis did reil\\nThat prudent Prince gif yat he tuik sum pynis\\nThat mys to mend I hope ze haif ane feill.\\nGif ocht he socht except ane commoun weill,\\nThe gloir of God and Kingis obedience\\nAnd in that cause maid Justice ay his sheild,\\nI seik na Judge bot zour awin conscience.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "86 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nfl^T His awin estate he cairit ay to knaw,\\nFor pompe nor pryde can na man say he preist,\\nSocietie he socht, and keipit curage law,\\nThink and alwayis that mesure was ane feist.\\nHis peple luifit and cairit for the leist,\\nFor profite panst not, nor his commoditie\\nIn trouble trauellit his eiimer neuer ceist\\nAy to his wraik, and our vtilitie.\\nIT Thus be his prudence vertew was erectit\\nIn him the pure oppressed had releif\\nThrow him Idolatrie and vice was eiectit,\\nThrow him God s Kirk and peple fand releif.\\nThrow him wes vinqueist the veildars of yis greif\\nThrow him yis realme fand su. stabilitie\\nThrow him was baneist thift, murther, reif,\\nPiracie puneist and deuillishe sorcerie,\\nSa vertew sprang and vice began to faide,\\nOppressioun fled, and Justice tuik the place,\\nHis godly lyfe all godly men may aide\\nBe his exemple vertew to imbrace.\\nAnd als his lyfe may in ane other cace,\\nAll Princes warne heirefter to succeid\\nThair foes to flatter that hes ane double face\\nAnd to be war to clap ane traytours heid.\\nEuen as the man the quhilk be musik playis\\nMistonit stringis castis not away we se,\\nBut peice and peice be sundrie wrestis layis\\nIlk ane with vther be tyme causis agre.\\nEuen so that Prince thocht be humilitie\\nHis peple wyn, and concord to contrake\\nBot as sum stringis will rather brek nor be,\\nEuin so the wickit be mercy will not make.\\nHis mercy wan bot mair his mercy tiut\\nNot he, bot we, his mercy now may rew", "height": "3852", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 87\\nHis mercy loist, we wan the swordis dint,\\nHis mercy saint be mnrther that him slew.\\nSuppose his mercy this bergane to vs brew\\nZit mene I not bot men suld mercy vse\\nTo penitents, quha myndis not vice renew,\\nBot nane to sic continewis in abuse.\\nIF His mercy saint, quha mercy not deseruit,\\nHis mercy did preserue the arrogant\\nHis mercy sum amangis us hes preseruit,\\nThocht thay seme holy in deid yat ar na sanci\\nHis mercy saint, we wer the better want,\\nThair serpents seid to tyrans wald vs thral\\nBecause sic peple in tyme he did not dant,\\nBut warldly mercy Christ sufferit him to fall.\\nFor mortall nialice, and curst couetice,\\nWith wickit Inuy commonit all in Ire\\nAnd prydefull arrogance the mother of all vice\\nAganis that Prince did cruelly conspire,\\nHis fais hartis Inflamit all in fyre,\\nHis blude to seik Inuyfull of his gioir\\nSaikles to shuit him aue harlet feit for hyre,\\nHangman to Hary, that traitouris wes befoir.\\nIT bludy bouchour bastard of Balials blude\\nQuha to this Reahne had nother lufe nor zeill\\nO tressonable tratour be tresson yat thocht gude\\nMurdreis the Prince preseruer of this weill.\\nsorrowfull shot, thy poyuson did doun steill,\\nNot only him, quhom wofully thow woundit\\nBot pure riche, thy vennoume hes gart feill,\\nOf his deir deith the stoundis him confoundit.\\nThat shot allace yis realme hes shot in tway\\nThat shot to vice the portis hes oppinit plane,\\nThat shot hes Justice and vertew shot away,\\nThat shot Idolatrie is shuitand vp agane.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "88 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nSic shottis vnpuneist gif lag time yat remane\\nVice sail be vertew, and vertew sail be vice\\nWrang sail be richt and richt salbe thocht vane\\nIlk ane vnpuneist sail pleis thair awin deuice.\\nThat shot hes sinderit quhilk was togidder knit\\nThat shot hes cuillit our curage as ye leid\\nThat shot hes feiblit our manly force and wit,\\nThat shot our sichts hes blindit all in deid.\\nWe se and spyis not our sorrowis to succeid,\\nWe meint meinis not this wickitness correck\\nWe wald and will not hank yame be ye heid\\nQuha hes preparit the swordis for our nek.\\nIT Vagabounds we wander in miserie wo\\nAs ship but Ruther, sa ga we now but gyde\\nWeskan we scatter we wait not quhair we go\\nSpyis not the rock quhairo we rashe our syde\\nWe haif na grace nor power to prouyde,\\nAganis this rage and crueltie remeid\\nBot willingly allace throw arrogance pryde\\nOffers this Realme as Sacrifice to deid.\\nIn place of peace now murther weir uprasis\\nIn place of lufe Inuy amangis vs springis\\nIn place of Faith his friend falset betrasis\\nIn place of rest Rebellioun with us raigis.\\nIn place of ane, we haue so mony Kingis\\nThe Crownit King gettis na obedience\\nSu France for aide, and sum Ingland inbringis,\\nThe ane for wrak the tother for defence.\\nAnd so this Realme quhilk enemeis oft sayit\\nWith cruell weir and sturdie stormis fell,\\nQuhilk feirful force of Ingland neuer frayit,\\nOf France the feir, nor Spaine in iust quarrel\\nQuhilk to thir dayis vnuenqueist buir ye bell\\nSail now allace be fatell destinie", "height": "3852", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 89\\nAs Aiax wes, be vanquer of the sell\\nOn proper knyfe constraynit for to die.\\nIT Quhat wald allace our Kings elders say,\\nGif in thir dayis from heuin yat now discendit\\nTo se this Realme so dulefully decay,\\nIn quhats defence yair lusty lyuis thay endit.\\nThay wald I trust repent yair time sa spendit\\nThay wald I wait yair labouris loist forthink\\nTo se yair Babes ye blude quhilk yai defendit\\nAganis nature sa cruelly vpdrink.\\nIT Justlie yis plague I dout not we deseruit\\nSeikand the menis of our awin mischeif\\nBakwart from God because we haif sueruit\\nThairfoir we taist his punischment in greif.\\nZit in his mercy haifand ay beleif\\nStill sail I pray his deuine Maiestie\\nAganis this rage to send his releif,\\nOur King to saif and his Nobilitie.\\nGo bony bill deploir\\nOf deith the dolent stound,\\nQuhilk did our Prince deuoir\\nJames Regent of Renoun.\\nI pray the go, declair the wo\\nSen syne that dois abound,\\nI gif command, throw burgh and laud,\\nThe same zow gar resound.\\nIF Our cair may moue the stonis\\nAnd hauie rockis to rair\\nSwa mony stormes at onis,\\nStruke neuer land sa sair.\\nThe cause of that, the heuins wat,\\nNot I, I zow declair,", "height": "3844", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "90 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nExcept it be, to let vs se\\nHow kingdomes ar bot cair.\\nZit lat vs not dispair\\nInto thir walis of wo,\\nGod may conuert our cair\\nIn plesure and in Jo.\\nHe may discord, turne in accord,\\nAnd mak him freind was fo\\nHe may I trest, set vs at rest,\\nThocht all the warld say no.\\nIT It sulde releue our greif,\\nTo se our King bening\\nIn him I hope releif\\nOf zeiris thocht he be zing.\\nHis future age, sum great presage,\\nPresentis vs in his King\\nQuha our defence, in his nascence,\\nTuik haill in gouerning.\\nFINIS.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. 1570.\\n30JL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CJje atimcmtttotm to tije borate*\\n[British Museum Roxburghe Ballads, Volume 3. Library\\nop the Society op Antiquaries of London.]\\nOR lois thow Lythquo may miserably lamet\\nThy fait Infortunat, and duilfull destanie,\\nThat precious peirle James our Regent\\nIn the was slane, dissauit duilfullie.\\nO cursit hour, o deid of fellonie", "height": "3860", "width": "2240", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 91\\nwaryit hand, o wappin violent,\\nThat spairit not his greit Nobilitie\\nSa vndeseruit suddandly to be schent.\\n11 In wickit hour he saift the from the Gallous\\nOr schew his grace to sic ane graceles grume,\\nHad thow bene hangit Tratour and thy Fallowis\\nThis comoun weill had borne the Laurell blume\\nBetter Justice was not from hence to Rome,\\nMair quyet peace befoir neuer King heir held,\\nAllace that sic ane Tratour suld consume\\nHis dayis before our King had bene of eild.\\nIF Dowglas Hume addres zow now anone,\\nHis tressonabill dolent deith for to Reuenge\\nWith Atholl, Erskyn, and Stewartis everieone\\nGrame, and Lyndsay remember on this change.\\nSchaw now he lufit the manly Laird of Grange\\nGlenkarne, and Sempil, conuene with ane accord\\nThrow out this Realme lyke Ratches se ze range,\\nAnd seik thair blude that hes his body borde.\\n1T All vther Erlis and Barrounis of renoun,\\nConuene zour selfis with hart and haill Intent,\\nAll partakeris to put to confusioun\\nWith him that slew that Abell Innocent.\\nAnd in zour harts perfytlie do it prent,\\nGif one of zow siclyke had loist his breith\\nHow day and nycht he wald be diligent\\nZour cause and quarrell Reuenge vnto the deith,\\nIF Edinburgh Dundie vther Burrowtounis,\\nRemember how the Regent lufit zow weill\\nHeill nor conceill, reset nane of thay lownis,\\nNother art nor part, that did his body keill.\\nSen he was keipar of zour commoun weill,\\nCleik on his quarrell, and schortly zow dispone\\nLat neuer yat Ruffians within zour townis reill\\nBot kyith now kyndenes quhen that his grace is gone.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "92 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nZoung tender King now behind dois abyde\\nThy seruand schot was only for thy saik,\\nHad he not tane thy Gouernance and gyde\\nLang mycht he leuit with Lady An his maik,\\nNa tratour Hamiltoun had geuin yat mortal straik\\nWar not in hope to mak thy Grace forlorne\\nThay thocht his deith wald mak thy power waik\\nAnd than obtene thay socht sa lang beforne.\\nH Bot God that hes thy Maiestie in cure,\\nWill truster all thair fulische Interprysis\\nAs war thay Bouchers thy Father did combure\\nQuha flemit at for thair deuillische deuysis.\\nThair fact and act, all Scotland now disprysis,\\nThair awin misdeidis hes sa vndone thair weill\\nThay dar neuer enter in Jugement nor assysis,\\nNor clame thair lands, that did thy Father keill.\\nIF Quhat trow ze Tygers, that God omnipotet\\nWill wynk unsene sic wickitnes and wrang\\nZe may be sure his bow is reddy bent\\nZow to rait out, luke ford and think not lang.\\nHammiltou and Hepburne ze will sing baith ane sang\\nShrewit is that seruice ze haif schawin to zour King,\\nWald poysonit him self, his Father wyrreit Strang,\\nNow slane his Regent to mak your selfis to ring.\\nWo worth unlefull meinis manifest,\\nThat ze haif socht to bruik Authoritie.\\nZit vn obtenit, quhill that our King may lest\\nQuhome Christ conserue in his Minoritie.\\nThat tender plant our Superioritie\\nSuld haif, quha is our kyndely King of nature,\\nThe King of Kingis of his Maioritie,\\nMak neuer ane King ouer Scotland of a Tratoure.\\n11 Wo to the scheddars of his saikles blude,\\nWo cause of wo, sa mony did commend", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 93\\nWo to thay Gylouris of godlynes denude,\\nWo to thay Pelouris, sic Interprysis pretend.\\nWo thame Inuolue, now quhen his wo lies end,\\nWo and eik wrak, mot fall that bludy band\\nWo will thay cry, and rew that they him kend,\\nFor wo quhen that thay lois baith lyfe and land.\\nSchamt is that sort, with schameyey wilbe schet\\nSchamt schameles, schame hes schawin vnto yis natiou\\nSchamt ar yai tratouris, sic tressoun did inuet\\nSchame sorrowles will be thair Castigatioun.\\nFor schame thay dar neuer clame now dominatioun,\\nTo purches place did sa his deith preuent,\\nPlace haif thay loist, and fund thair desolatioun,\\nThat socht sic place, till God had bene content.\\nAnd God thair pryde will puneis presentlie,\\nThat dois pretend be murther manifest\\nTo Royall roume, and heich Authoritie,\\nHuiking na harme sa thay may be possest.\\nIn warldlie welth quhilk wisdome suld detest,\\nQuhen it proceidis of falset and Inuy\\nVain gloir, dissait, or ocht that may molest\\nGude governance throw teinful Tratory.\\n1F Wyse Nobill Lords my schedull now cosidder\\nAnd gif the wysest Lord the Gouernance,\\nSinder not now that ar assemblit togidder\\nQuhill ane be chosin the commoun weill to auance.\\nSic as will puneis this last vnhappy chance,\\nAnd feiris God now sen the roume dois waik\\nChosin lyke the tother, ze myster not to pans,\\nFor in all Scotland he hes not left his maik.\\nNow is he weill and ze in wo God wait,\\nZour wickitnes and warkis hes the wyte,\\nZour Inobedience hes purchessit Goddis hait\\nZour gredynes to eik zour Rentis greit.", "height": "3856", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "94 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIn vaine ze reid the Scripture as ane ryte,\\nAnd of the pure hes na Compassioun\\nThir ar the causis, that ze of him ar quyte\\nThat rewlit zow, and wald maid Reformatioun.\\nIT FINIS.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. Do. LXX.\\nXUIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jfiattoeis ^ammtattoutu\\n[British Museum. Koxburghe Ballads. Volume 3.]\\njUHEN bludy Mars with his vndantit rage\\nWith Saturne maid yis cruel cospiratioun\\nAnd curst Juno with birnand feirs curage\\nAmangis Planettis had greitest dominatioun.\\nI hard ane voice with drerie lamentatioun\\nSayand O Lord help now with thy rycht hand,\\nGone is the Joy, and gyde of this Natioun\\nI mene be James Regent of Scotland.\\nIF Quhen Lachesis hir threid had drawin to leth\\nProlonging furth this Princes lyfe in gloir,\\nThan Atropus extending furth hir strenth,\\nThis fatell threid, allace for to deuoir,\\nNow Justice (oh) quha sal thy sword decoir\\nThis comoun weil quhat wicht sal now warrad\\nSen he is gone, that Gouernd vs befoir\\nThat vpricht Prince James Regent of Scotlad", "height": "3860", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 95\\nHis gude beginning quha yat culd richt report\\nQuhen this Eegioun of reule was destitude,\\nIn plane Parliament our Nobillis did exhort,\\nThat Innocent to tak the fortitude.\\nOf this fals He, of Justice than denude,\\nAnd with thair aithis promysit with him to stad\\nJustice to keip in mynde he did conclude,\\nSa lang as he was Regent in Scotland.\\n1T Sen Fergus dayis, his lyke was neuer none,\\nIn equall Justice, and deidis Martiall,\\nThir Realmes twa he knat vp baith in one,\\nQuhilk neuer Prince befoir culd do at all.\\nThe Souage daillis he dantonit and maid thrall\\nTo serue thair King, he gart thame gif thair bad\\nWith fyre and sword for grace he gart thame call\\nThat prudet Prince James Regent of Scotlad.\\niHF This commoun weill, he hint ouer all thing,\\nIn trew Religioun na Prince mycht be his peir\\nIdolatrie but reuth he did doun thring,\\nAll sorsarars he puneist far and neir,\\nNa homiceid, nor theif that durst appeir,\\nWithin his sycht for dreid of dint of brand,\\nJust men he maid his fallow and his feir,\\nThis humane Prince James Reget of Scotlad.\\nThe devill seand this godly Prince sa bent,\\nThrow auld malice he gaif to rage throw feid,\\nHis Spreit Inferne he send Incontinent,\\nAmangis tratours for to conspire his deid.\\nAnd cruelly but mercy or remeid,\\nWith schot of gunne yai murdreist him fra hand,\\nSchort ouer twa yeiris quhe he had rung in deid\\nThis Innocent Prince James Regent of Scotland.\\nZe vertuous men lament his cairfull chance,\\nSen he is gone that suid zow fortitie,", "height": "3848", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "90 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAll ze that wald the trew Gospell auance\\nBeuaill, beuaill, for that sweit Josue.\\nZour secund Moyses, that led zow throw ye se.\\nHad he indurit zour Canane land had stand,\\nDispair not zit. Christ will zour Capitane be,\\nSen he is gone James Regent of Scotland.\\nIT Ze pure comounis that lang hes bene opprest\\nAnd ze Burrowis murne and Regrait his fall\\nGif he had leifit, na man durst zow molest\\nFor quhy he was ane watcheman on zour wall\\nNow sen na Prince may leif uprycht at all,\\nIn this fals Realme on slane in Burgh and land\\nAdew now Mirrour of Justice Principall,\\nMaist godly Prince James Regent of Scotland.\\nIT This commoun weil he luifit sa tenderlie.\\nQuhilk to mantene na thing maid him agast\\nHis lufe to it he schew maist faithfullie,\\nAnd with his blude he seillit it up at last.\\nHad he mantenit all Tratours tha/t trespast,\\nHis godly lyfe in Joyis zit had stand,\\nThat wald he not, and sa this Prince is past,\\nThat Innocent James Regent of Scotland.\\n1T Now ze his followeris of his Interpryse,\\nThink on the murther of that Innocent,\\nExtend zour strenthis and all togidder ryse,\\nPasendlang Clyde but reuth incontinent\\nMeg Lochis get, that did the mys Inuent\\nThat Apostat that Feyndis awin Seriand\\nSeis not quhill he, and his curst Kin Repent,\\nThe slauchter of our Regent of Scotland.\\n%*g~ That infant Babe, that ze haif taine in cuir\\nSaif him from skaith and stif togidder byde,\\nRemember quhat ze haif in hand be sure,\\nZour fais will lauch quhen thay ze zow deuyde", "height": "3836", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 97\\nLat na vaine gloir covetice, nor pryde.\\nExpell freindschip to wrak zow and this land,\\nKeip the last wordis of our Just Joy and gyde,\\nQuhen he deceissit James Regent of Scotland.\\nIT Hudge is zour fais within this fals Regioun\\nWith Ithand trystis cotractand vp new bandis\\nTo bring zow to schame and confusioun,\\nGaird zow zow lufe, sen ze wait how it standis.\\nZour Prince and strenth, keip weill in faithful hadis\\nFor gif zour fais tryuphis ouer zou to stad\\nSchaip zow for deid, or dwell in vther landis,\\nSen he is gone James Regent of Scotland.\\nZour cause is Just, gif ze wald all persew\\nBot quhair deuisioun lurkis it is ane pyne\\nChrist hes it sed, and doutles it is trew\\nThat Kingdome sail come to greit ruyne,\\nQuhen that deuisioun hes his salt and tryne,\\nThairfoir be war, counsall is na command\\nFor gif ze perische, zour cause freindis sail tyne\\nFor now thay want James Regent of Scotland.\\nIF Greit is the danger ze stand in now but dout.\\nAnd ze haif schame fra zour purpois to ne,\\nSpair not for geir, bot with bauld hartis be stout\\nMantene Gods cause, to commoun weill haif Es\\nAnd he that is of maist Magnincie,\\nZour baner sail display with his awin hand,\\nTo the confusioun of zour Enemie\\nSen he is gone James Regent of Scotland.\\nthow that art Omnipotent conding,\\nThre persounis Ringand in ane Trinitie,\\nHelp yis pure Realme, preserue our zoung King,\\nFra Schame and deid, and feid of Enemie.\\nAmangis our Nobillis plant peace vnitie,\\nFra mercyles Strangers saif vs with thy rycht had", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "98 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nOur sinnis is greit, zit mercy restis with the,\\nAdew for ay James Regent of Scotland.\\nFINIS.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik,\\nAnno. Do. 1570.\\nW$H\u00e2\u0080\u0094 JHattoets proclamations\\n[British Museum. Roxburghe Ballads. Volume 3.]\\nfN loftie veirs I did reheirs,\\nMy drerie lamentatioun\\nAnd now allace, maist cairfull cace\\nI mak my proclamatioun.\\nDesyring all, baith greit and small,\\nThat heiris me be Narratioun,\\nNot for to wyte my rude Indyte\\nSen maid is Intimatioun.\\nIT I do Intend, nane to offend,\\nThat feiris God arycht,\\nThocht murtherars, blud scheddars,\\nWald haif me out of sycht.\\nThair malice vane, I do disdane,\\nAnd curse thair subtell flycht.\\nMy name is knawin, yair bruit is blawin\\nAbrode baith day and nycht.\\nFor I a wyfe with sempill lyfe,\\nDois wyn my meit ilk day,\\nFor small auaill, ay selling caill,\\nThe best fassoun I may.\\nBesyde the Throne, I wait vpone,\\nMy mercat but delay", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 99\\nGif men thair walk, I heir thair talk\\nAnd beiris it weill away.\\nIn felloun feir, at me thay speir,\\nQuhat tythands in this land\\nQuhy sit I dum, and dar not mum\\nOft tymes thay do demand.\\nTo thame agane, I answer plane,\\nQuhair thay beside me stand\\nNa thing is heir, bot mortall weir,\\nWrocht be ane bailful hand.\\nlUT Awickit race of grumis but grace\\nOf Kedzochis curst clan,\\nBe tressoun vile, quha dois defyle,\\nThame self both wyfe and man.\\nAs lait is sene, with weiping Ene,\\nThairfoir I sail thame ban\\nCaus our Regent maist Innocent\\nThat cursit seid ouer ran.\\n1T Quhat cruelteis thay Enemeis,\\nHes wrocht be tymes past,\\nI lat ouer slyde, I may not byde,\\nSa fair I am agast\\nThair anterous actis, yair furious factis,\\nAuld bukis quha will ouer cast,\\nAnd men on liue, can zit descriue\\nThair doings first and last.\\nThairfoir my lords, as best accords\\nSen se are hapnit hidder,\\nThis I will say tuix sport and play\\nMy wordis weill considder.\\nAnd poder yame for zour awin schame\\nTo mark thame be not lidder\\nLat na mans feid, throw feirfull dreid,\\nZour hartis mak to swidder.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "100 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIF For I heir say, thay will display\\nThair bkriers on the feild\\nThink and but dout, to ruit zow out,\\nOr cause zow seik sum b\\nAt thame, rycht fane, or ane, j\\nThat ganzell will thay zeild,\\nStand not abak (oh) febill pak,\\nBot swordis leir to weild.\\nlUT Defend zour richt in Goddis sicht\\nQuhome of do ze stand aw\\nRycht few I trow, will zow allow,\\nGif ze zour selfis misknaw.\\nStand to thairfoir, fyle not the scoir,\\nBut all togidder draw,\\nNot in Cat harrowis, lyke cankrit marrowis\\nFor feir of efter flaw.\\nIF Do ze not se that mad menez,\\nHow thay ar warin crous\\nTo wirk zow tene, yai mak ye Quene,\\nThair strenth and Strang blokhous.\\nThe murther fy, thay do deny,\\nAnd countis zow not ane sous\\nThair proude pretence throw negligece\\nWill be maist dangerous.\\nTo Lythquo toun, thay ar all boun\\nQuhair thay the murther wrocht,\\nAnd thinkis to de, or fortifie,\\nThair fellony forethocht,\\nAnd trewlie I, can not espy\\nQuhat vther thing thay socht,\\nBot King put doun, clame the Croun\\nBe bludy murther bocht.\\n1F I pans and muse, how thay excuse\\nThis murther perpetrate,\\nObliterated in the original,", "height": "3852", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 101\\nOr with quhat grace haldis vp yair face\\nQuhair it is nominate.\\nGif (as I trow) thay it allow,\\nLike Wolfis Insatiate\\nQuha can repent, that thay be schent,\\nWith blude commaculate\\n^T Fall to thairfoir I zow Imploir,\\nMy Lords with ane assent,\\nAnd think it lang, ay quhil ze fang,\\nThe feiris that did Inuent\\nThis crueltie, be tyrannie,\\nTo sla our rycht Regent,\\nFor thay maist sure, dois still Indure\\nWith hartis Impenitent.\\nH That man in deid, is worth su meid\\nHis fault that dois confes\\nBot quhat rewarde suld be preparde,\\nFor him that dois transgres.\\nAnd will not graunt, bot rather vaunt\\nIn his unhappynes\\nMaist sure the gallous, with all his fallous,\\nFor thair vnthankfulnes.\\nFor gif self lufe, was from abufe\\nDeiectit out of heuin,\\nQuhen Lucifer, wald be ane bar,\\nTo God and think him euin.\\nQuhat sail we wene of tratours kene,\\nThat Ithandly lies streuin\\nFor to deface the Nobill race,\\nOf Stewarts od and euin.\\nIT Considder weill, thair cakrit zeill\\nHes thristit mony day,\\nFor to posses but godlynes,\\nThe Crowne withouttin stay.", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "102 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAs now of lait, thair curst consait,\\nWith murther thay display\\nQuhen thay thocht gude, to drink this blude\\nBe that vngodly way.\\nBot Sathan sure, dois thame allure\\nWith wordis fals and vane\\nAy promysing, thame to be King,\\nQuhairof thay ar full fane.\\nIn Paradice he did Intice,\\nBe subtell craft and trane,\\nThe man first maid, sa God hes said\\nIn Sacrede Scripture plane.\\nIF He said that he, suld equall be,\\nTo God Omnipotent,\\nThe Appill sweit, gif he wald eit,\\nQuhairof was made restraint.\\nWith small defence, he gaif credence\\nBot did he not repent\\nQuhen efterwart, he felt the smart,\\nAnd God aganis him bent.\\nt^gf Sa sail all thay, yat dois yis day\\nWith mischant mynde maling,\\nAganis the treuth but ony reuth\\nAnd Crowning of our King.\\nAnd this thay mufe for thair behufe,\\nTo place thair awin ofspring,\\nBut thay repent, thay will be schent,\\nAnd hell at thair ending.\\n1F Authoritie gif Just he be,\\nQuhy do thay this 111 will him\\nHis graitfull gide, throw peuische pride\\nAllace quhy did thay kill him\\nThair heid supreme in to this Realme\\nAdmit gif thay not will him", "height": "3852", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 103\\nThan ze my Lords, cut of with cords\\nThame will be troublous till him.\\n1T Keuenge this wrang, lat tratourz hang\\nGods Lawis dois sa requyre,\\nLat Caleb eik, and Josue seik,\\nThe promysit Impyre.\\nThocht murmurars, and murtherars\\nWald all zour deith conspyre\\nIn wyldernes with cursitnes,\\nAt lenth thay will all tyre.\\nIF That Campion of Babilon,\\nThat bludy beildar vp\\nWith Mytrid heid, ane homyceid,\\nThat saikles blude dois sup.\\nOar cow his Crowne, or put him doun\\nThat he may taist the Cup\\nQuhair with oft tymes, for saikles crymes\\nMennis lyues he Interup.\\n$!F And se that neuer, ze do disseuer\\nFrom first contractit band,\\nQuhen ze our King of zeiris zing,\\nMaid Rewlar of this land.\\nLat not Inuy, cause sum ly by,\\nBot all togidder stand\\nThan God the Lord, misericord,\\nWill be zour sure warrand.\\nIF From Cail mercat, quhair as I sat\\nThir wordis I did Indyte,\\nThe wyfis amag, that thocht greit lang\\nTo se my awin hand wryte.\\nGif ony be, that will judge me,\\nTo speik bot in dispyte,\\nGar mend the mis, committit is,\\nAnd I na mair sail flyte.\\nFINIS, QuodMaddi", "height": "3876", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "104 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Clje pur to fyz Hortrfe*\\n[Library of the Society op Antiquaries of London.]\\nUHAT menis thir mischant murtherars\\nIn muifing mair mischeif,\\nThir Ruggars, Reifars, Romeraikars,\\nWaitting of na releif.\\nThe mark that God gaif in his greif\\nTo Cains cursit Kin,\\nSail brod thir Burriois in the beif\\nFor thair maist schamefull Sin.\\nIT Bot breiny for to breif in bill,\\nThay seme to be ouerluikit\\nSeing our Lordis sa lang ly still,\\nMen meinis thay will miscuikit.\\nZour siluer beis na langer huikit\\nGar pay zour men of weir,\\nZone bludy Boucheours or thay bruikit,\\nFord wart zour selfis but feir.\\nThay Renigats, thay Rubiatouris\\nHes stollin our Regentis lyfe,\\nThay treuthles Tygars, thay trinfauld Tratours\\nHes steirit vp this stryfe.\\nOf thame sail nouther man, bairne, nor wyfe\\nEschew mischeuous chance\\nThay Ruffyis be thay neuer sa ryfe,\\nThay get na helpe of France.\\n1T That dolorous deid had bene to done\\nHad concord knit togidder,\\nThe Lordis and Counsall of this Rome,\\nOf lait that war growin lidder,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 105\\nThat gart our Enemeis considder,\\nHis deith for to conspyre\\nClyde banks thairfoir thay sail find slidder\\nQuhen kindlit is Gods Ire.\\n%M\u00e2\u0084\u00a2 Fra he was gane, thay thocht that nane\\nThair fences micht ganestand,\\nFor why say thay thair is not ane\\nDar tak the deid on hand,\\nThat ar not knit all in a band,\\nWe may the Crowne attane,\\nZour Counsall we sail contramand,\\nAnd Crowne zow Kingis of baine.\\nIT Frome lyfe to deith, gif siclyke change,\\nHad happinit ony of zow,\\nAnd he zit leuing to Reuenge\\nIt had not bene till now.\\nReuenge ze not his deid I trow,\\nGods vengeance is decreittit:\\nFor giltles blude ze knaw not how\\nDenuncit to retreittit.\\n^!F Argyle and Boyde sail to zow cum\\nTo gar feche hame the Quene\\nMy Lords I pray zow all and sum\\nTo mark weill quhat I mene.\\nIt suld zow mufe all to be tene\\nQuhen ze the message heir,\\nSen hautie wordis bot spokin bene\\nTo gar zow tak sum feir.\\n1F Ze haif deposit hir as in deid,\\nNot worthie for to ring,\\nGod was zour ground, weill did ze speid\\nAnd haif set vp the King.\\nGif ze depois him of his Ring,\\nZe grant the former wrang", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "106 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd syne the Quene agane inbring,\\nNa dout scho will zow hang.\\n(^F Be war thairfoir or ze conclude,\\nThat scho in Scotland cum\\nFor be my trouth gif that ze dude,\\nIt semis zour glas is rune.\\nBetter it war that ze war dum,\\nNor speik zour awin mischeif,\\nAnd Kppin for na gude to cum\\nGif ze wirk hir releif.\\nIT Argyle and Boyde befoir war with zow,\\nAnd promysit to byde,\\nAnd now thay tak on hand to gre zow\\nWith all the tother syde.\\nBot I pray God zour hartis to gyde,\\nFor quhen thay find zow rype\\nThay sail not meiknes mix with pryde.\\nAnd playis on Dysartis pype.\\nFordwart thairfoir with fyre and swords,\\nFor to reuenge this cryme,\\nAnd lippin lytill in leing words\\nFor thocht I speik in ryme.\\nTreuth it was only to dryue tyme,\\nThat thay war hidder sent\\nAnd had thay force or it war pryme\\nZe wald se thair Intent.\\n1T Zour Counsalls or thay be concludit,\\nThe Borderis will be brokin,\\nThan will thay, gif ze vnderstuidit,\\nOn pure trew men be wrokin.\\nWith speiris (in sport) thocht it be spoken,\\nThis murther sone Beuenge\\nThir haistie heitis sa sail ze slokin,\\nThocht it seme neuer sa strange.", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 107\\nIT Not on that reuthles rageing Rebell,\\nAnd his vnhappy band,\\nWith creuell causers craifing hell,\\nGods bludy curs dois stand\\nBot on the countrie of Scotland,\\nTill that misdeid be mend it\\nThair is na mendis bot sweir in land,\\nWith speid till thay be spendit.\\nIF This Rakles Robert did report,\\nIn raggit Runyis ryme\\nSen Sempill solace to this sort\\nAuaillis maist in this tyme.\\nWith hardy hart, Reuenge this cryme,\\nI say na mair Amen,\\nGa speik of Eger and Schir Gryme,\\nAnd lat the Lordis alaine\\nIT FINIS.\\nImprentit. Anno Do.\\n1570.\\nCfje Birti in tije Case.\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series. Volume 17. {April)\\nNumber 72.]\\nBailfull bird that wantis wingis to fie,\\nNureistin a nest richt craftie wylis tohatche:\\nFor fault of feit borne in ane Ark of tre,\\nIn Craftines to Sinon worthie matche\\nA gylefall grume all gude men to dispatche.\\nAnd be a gyde to blind men in a rank\\nZit for sic seruice seruis bot lytill thank.", "height": "3848", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "108 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nH A Scuruie Schollar of Machiauellus lair,\\nInuenting wylis anoyntit Kingis to thrall.\\nTo heis on hicht pure Pesantis full of cair\\nFrom base estait, to Throne Imperiall.\\nAnd mychtie men lyke wretchit Irus fall,\\nAnd ly alaw lyke Loytring lubbers leud\\nFor feir of storme fall fane thair saillis to schreud.\\nAnd Doegis craft richt cunningly Imprent\\nQuha can in hart pure Dauids Regne to stay\\nAchitophell misordour to Inuent.\\nA proud Haman the faithfull to betray.\\nSobney the Scribe fals tressoun to display.\\nUproris to rais ane Atheist Abiron,\\nTo Stalwart Knichtis ane gylefull Ganzelon,\\nH Ane flattring face, with outwart schaw serene\\nSour Aloes with bitter gall commixt,\\nAne luiring bait fond fischis to wirk tene,\\nNot spying deith till thay on lyne be fixt\\nQuhan tyme is tynt, than find yai trew this text\\nOuir lait it is the stabill dure to steik,\\nQuhen sturdie steid is stollin and far to seik.\\nTo Ciuill weir, and Intestine discord,\\nThis bird can blaw the Trumpet craftelie,\\nQuhais strenth and force consistis in pratting word\\nWith Serpentis sting, vnder simplicitie.\\nA wylie wicht to practeis palzardrie.\\nWith warldly wit weill furnissit at will,\\nQuhais Deuillische dryftis puttis all in poynt to spill,\\nIT This birdis counsall confoundit hes yis land\\nTurnd vp syde doun of richt and equitie\\nDisplacit peace with discordis feirfull wand,\\nThat mouit hes thift, reif, and crueltie,\\nMurther but mercy, bludie terrannie,\\nWandreth wanrest, feirfull ambitioun\\nAspyring vp with pryde to heich renoun.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 109\\nThis bailfull bird richt beinly can vpbeild\\nIn Castellis Strang hir noysum nest to byde,\\nThe feildis plane can not fra schame hir scheild.\\nQuha heichest clymmis the soner may thay slyde\\nIn warldly wit (by God) quha dois confyde,\\nWill be bet doun be duilfull destanie\\nAnd end thair lyfe with wretchet miserie.\\n1 monstrous bird God nor ye gieddis ze get\\nOr Rauinnis the rug with bludie beik in bittis,\\nThe Pyet pyke thy ene on gallons set,\\nAs Haman hangit hie on hicht with tittis.\\nThe forkit Clauer besyde the Croce that sittis,\\nMot be thy beir at thy last funerall,\\nQuhen Dustifit to dance sail furth the call.\\nI traist in God, that anis sail cum the day,\\nPluk at the Craw quhen barnis sail with yis bird\\nOr blind Hary with hir to sport and play,\\nWith fauldit neif and tak hir mony gird.\\nKeip weill thy taill gude Phillip, I am hird\\nThe to award, from buffettis heir me by,\\nThe bony boy with sounding voice sail cry.\\nDirtin bedreidis the Prouerb sayis of auld,\\nAne scabbit hors will feill quhair he is sair\\nQuha giltie bene of vicis lastly tauld,\\nWill deme of thame all men speikis lait and air\\nQuhairby thair lyfe is ay bot lasting cair,\\nFretting with feir in Inward conscience\\nAs hoiplost wichtis without all patience.\\nIT Euin so sum man that menis not in his mynd\\nBot monstrously for to mantene misordour,\\nAchitophellis air, ane Ganzelon of strynd\\nFalser than theuis that leuis on the bordour.\\nQuha craftelie his awin affairis to furdour,\\nWill think I speik of him in this my ryme\\nJohne Gukstounis Eye to bleir quhen he thinkis tvme", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "110 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIF Jak in the bokis, for all thy mokis\\nA vengeance mot the fall\\nThy subteltie, and palzardrie\\nOur fredome bringis in thrall.\\nThy fair fals toung, dois still Impung\\nOur Crown Imperiall.\\nLyke wauering thane, thy proces vane,\\nWill brew the bitter gall.\\nThy fed drum fair, will wirk the cair\\nFor all thy Syren sangis,\\nAne futles gyde, that mon abyde,\\nTo pay for all our wrangis.\\nWith walla way, thoull curs the day,\\nQuhen Justice falset fangis,\\nWith helteris hie, to ty on tre\\nThy poysonit Edder stangis.\\nRemord in mynd thy greit madnes,\\nRecant thy cairfall cowardnes,\\nLeid not our Lordis with wilfulnes,\\nLyke blind men in the myre.\\nSen thow hes wrocht sic wickitnes,\\nBe thy auise and craftines,\\nOr thow depart to hell furnes,\\nRepent and haue thy hyre.\\n1T This bill Maddie the sendis,\\nAnd biddis to end it reid,\\nIt schawis hir dew commendis,\\nBut fauour or zit feid.\\nGod send thame euil to speid\\nOur King that vilipendis,\\nOr zit dois seik thair deid,\\nThat dewly him defendis.", "height": "3844", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. Ill\\nIT Amen say ane and all,\\nOf faithfull in this land\\nAnd for trew concord call\\nAs God dois vs command.\\nStrang is the Lordis hand,\\nTo keip all his from thrall\\nAnd with his threitning wand,\\nWill mak his fais to fall.\\nFinis.\\nQuod Maddie Priores of the Caill mercat.\\n1T Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. Do. M. D. LXX.\\n3E3EJ.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cfje feilsome i mtorottoutw\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series. Volume 17 (April)\\nNumber 73.]\\nLamp of licht, and peirles Peirll of pryse,\\nO kenely Knicht in martiall deidis most ding\\nO worthy wicht most vailzeant war wyse,\\nCapitane ay constant to the King.\\nO Lustie Lord, that will na wayis maling,\\nO Barroun bauld, of Cheualry the floure\\nperfyte Prouest, but maik into this Ring\\nO gudely Grange, but spot vnto this houre,\\n1F I the beseik to call to memorie,\\nThe worthie deids done be that Prince sinceir\\nKing James the fyft, quha restis in heuin so hie,\\nTo the quha was his tender seruand deir.\\nHow in the day he vsit the as his peir,\\nAnd luifit the so as man culd lufe ane vther", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "112 THE SEMPILL EALLATES.\\nAt nicht in bed his fellow and his feir\\nEsteming the as thow had bene his brother.\\nIH1P And how his Sone our Regent of Renoun\\nThat restis with God, quha did thir thingis persaif,\\nThocht he be gone, and with his fais put doun\\nZit in his lyfe he luift the by the laif.\\nAy geuing the quhat thing that thow wald haif,\\nDenying nocht that lay into his handis\\nFor thy seruice thy fie was not to craif,\\nBot recompancit with gold, with geir and landis.\\nIT And quhen the Duke put the to banischment,\\nAnd from the held thy landis mony zeir\\nThow knawis thy self gif he was diligent\\nTo get thy pear, and slaik the of that weir.\\nAnd to the get thy lands thy guds and geir,\\nThocht thair was sum that tuik thy rowmis in few\\nZit he to the gat thame as is maist cleir,\\nTo preif he was to the ane Maister trew.\\nH Fra tyme the Lord did call him to that cure,\\nInto this Realme that he suld ring allone\\nHe the estemit of steidfast faith most sure\\nThairfoir that hauld, and worthie hous of stone.\\nHe gaif to the with Jowallis mony one,\\nAs vnto him that he luiffit by the rest\\nThe quhilk in deid he wald haue done to none,\\nOf all his brether that he luiffit best.\\nI|1P Seytoun, Schir James, bot the Schiref of Air\\nEfter the feild he gaif thame in thy cure\\nThe Duke him self, and Hereis thow had thair,\\nFor in thy handis he thocht thame ay most sure.\\nSum said to him thairin he did Iniure\\nTo put sa mony greit men in thy band is\\nHis answer was, quhill that he micht Indure,\\nHis lyfe and all, he wald put in thy handis.", "height": "3832", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 113\\nIF Hauing this hauld, as I haue done declair,\\nIn Counsall lious the Toun with ane consent\\nCheissit the to be thair Prouest and thair Mair\\nAs man thairto meit and conuenient,\\nQuhilk office is, in deid richt ancient,\\nUnder the King this Burgh to reull and steir\\nDuring thy office, culd thow stand content,\\nThow micht to Lordis be perigall and peir.\\nThir officis the farther did promote,\\nIt neidis na preif, thy self will testifie\\nAmang the Lordis thow gat baith place and vote\\nAt Secreit Counsall in materis most hie\\nLyke as thame selfis sa thay estemit the,\\nInto thair caus baith bent Just and vpricht\\nQuhen tyme requyris, it suld Reuengit be,\\nThink on his deith, that brocht the to sic hicht.\\n1T In humbill wyse heirfoir I the Exhort,\\nWith tentyue eir vnto my taill attend\\nI the desyre thre thingis in termis schort\\nFirst in Gods caus be constant to the end.\\nSyne nixt our King, with all thy micht defend\\nHimself, his la wis, his libertie and Croun,\\nThirdly vnto the warld thow mak it kend\\nHe was thy Maister Bothwell hauch put doun.\\n1T Into Religioun thow was richt feruent,\\nGod gif the grace thairin to perseueir\\nThat tyme at Leith thair was na man mair bent\\nDuring that Seige I saw the prick fall neir.\\nOf lyfe nor landis that tyme thow tuik na feir,\\nAy venturand quhair greitest war the dangeris\\nFor to set forth the word of God most cleir\\nAnd for to freith thy Natiue Realme fra strangeris.\\nlUP And now thow seis, how mony dois maling,\\nBaith tyme and tyde schawand thair force micht,\\n8", "height": "3852", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "114 THE SEMPILL BALLATES,\\nTo that Intent that Jesabell sulk Ring\\nQuha wald suppres the word of God most orient,\\nAnd from our King (allace) wald reif his richt,\\nQuhome to thay swore thay suld be alwayis trew\\nAls dois defend with force baith day and nicht\\nThay Tratouris Strang, our Royall Regent slew,\\nIF The word of God, for euer sail preuaill,\\nAnd als his kirk sail haue the ouer hand\\nPharo and his, he brocht in mekill baill\\nQuhen he led Israeli sail throw se and sand.\\nAnd als the Kingis Authoritie sail stand\\nAs Dauids did thocht Saull did him molest\\nSa sail our King at lenth posses this land\\nAs vtheris hes in quyetness and rest.\\nThis godly caus did euer prosper still\\nSen he was King, our Gouernour and gyde\\nBaith at Carbarry and the Langsyde hill\\nThe michtie God was euer on his syde.\\nNow in the North his fais thay durst nocht byde\\nQuhair throw that pak did lois thair men of weir\\nAnd quhen thay war the last tyme vpon Clyde\\nThair durst na fa into thair sicht appeir.\\nIF Murther thow knawis will not vnpuneist be,\\nNor neuer was sen Cayn Abell slew\\nThe Scripture plane the same dois testifie\\nThat murtherars Gods wraith sail not eschew.\\nSail thay eschaip murdreist our Regent trew\\nOf vertewis well, of euerie vice denude\\nThocht thair war nane his deith that wald persew\\nThe michtie God he wald Reuenge his blude.\\n^glT Dois thow not se ye hand of God agane yame\\nWirking thair wrak, for breking his command\\nThocht Lethingtoun with tratling he do trane thame\\nGarring thame trow the Frenche men is at hand.", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 115\\nAnd Duke De Alb ay reddy for to land\\nWith mony Hulk on hicht of Arthure sait\\nQuhill that tyme cum we sail lay on the wand\\nAnd gar our fais gif clene ouir all debait.\\nIT Quhat neids ye skar, thocht Ingland do support vs,\\nTo puneis sic as proudly dois Rebel!\\nThat tyme at Leith thow knawis thay did comfort vs\\nAnd maid vs fre quhen strangers did vs quell.\\nAnd neuer socht na proffite to thame sell\\nThow neids not feir, that hous thay neuer craifit,\\nThe Regent sayis sa far as I heir tell\\nWald thow be trew, thair can na better haif it.\\nThocht at this tyme, thow haif that warlyke craig,\\nAnd is in hart curagious and bald\\nGod will nocht mys to scurge the with a plaig\\nGif in his caus thow lat thy curage cald.\\nAs thow may se thick scurgis monyfald,\\nLich upon thame that proudly dois disdane\\nExcept the Lord be watche man of the hald\\nQuha walkis the same, thair laubour is in vane.\\nThow hes bene ane, sen first this caus began,\\nAnd als hes sene, how God gart it proceid\\nHeirfoir I pray zit do the thing thow can\\nInto Gods caus, and to Reuenge his deid.\\nAnd gif thow swerue, richt sair in hart I dreid,\\nThat sindrie sail thy doingis discommend\\nAnise heiron sen now is tyme of neid\\nMark weill I pray this Schedull that I send.\\n1F Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. Do. M. D. LXX.", "height": "3860", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "116 THE SEMPIL.L BALLATES.\\nXXW\u00e2\u0080\u0094 STfje Eressoim of \u00c2\u00a9unftartane*\\n[State Paper Office. Scotisli Series. Volume 18 (May)\\nNumbers 23 and 24. A Lennox Garland. Edited by\\nJoseph Irving, Dumbarton I860.]\\nN May is moneth mening na dispyte,\\nQuhen luiffaris dois thair daylie obseruance\\nTo Venus Quene the Goddes of delyte,\\nThe fiftene day befell the samin chance.\\nThe Generall raid with mony Demylance,\\nDowne to Dunbartaine doand na man 111,\\nQuhair furious Fleming schot his Ordinance\\nWilling to wraik him, wantit na gude will.\\nMair I lament the great Ingratitude\\nOf cruell Catiues kankirt and vnkynde,\\nQuhat gart zow schute to slay zone men of gude\\nLunatyke Monsters mad and by zour mynde.\\nDegenerat Stewartis of ane Hieland strynde,\\nAs mix me balme and poysone put into it,\\nRycht as the tre is nureist be the rynde\\nCardanus counsell causit the to do it.\\nThat Bastard Bischop bred ane greiter blok\\nLaitly expremit, I neid not speik it heir,\\nThocht thow be cummin of ane Royall stok,\\nThe Kings hous and als his Consin\u00c2\u00a3 deir.\\nGif naturall kyndness coulde in the appeir,\\nThow hes na cause to keip him in thy hous\\nFor airt and pairt ressetting him I feir,\\nOf thy auld Lordschip beis not left ane sous.\\nMycht thow not licence Inglis men to ryde\\nThrow all this Realme vpon thair awin expensis.\\nBot thow vaine bable bouistrit vp in pryde\\nCrabit but cause, and caryit by thy sen sis.", "height": "3848", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE SEMTILL BALLATES. 117\\nThrow Sorcerie and vther vain pretensis,\\nDoist thow beleif the wichtnes of thy wawis\\nMay keip zone knaif that slew our saikles Prencis\\nNa weill I wait God will reuenge that cause.\\nGif that was foule, now foular may be spokin\\nWithout respect to honour lyfe or landis,\\nBot not the first tyme that thy faith was brokin\\nThankit be God he chaipit of thy handis.\\nHaifand thy traist as all men vnderstands\\nDissaitfully thow schot but ryme or ressoun\\nBot had not bene ane slack was in the sands\\nWeill had he payit zow tratouris for zour tressoun,\\nGanzelons gettis relict of Synoins seid,\\nTratouris to God, and mainsworne to the King\\nDeir sail ze by zone foule unduchtie deid,\\nBetraissand strangers vnderstude na thing.\\nI put na doubt, man for thy deidis Inding,\\nTo se vs shortly in thy place possest\\nAt euerie port a spald of the to hing\\nAs tratouris sould for schuittmo- vnder trest,\\no\\nMakcloid, Makclaine, nor he that slew Oneill\\nOr zit quhat micht Johne Moydirnoch do mair\\nAne Turk, ane Jow, or than the mekle Deill,\\nTo thy foule tressoun trewly na compair\\nWeill hes thow leird it at the Bischoppis lair,\\nBecum his prentise broderit in his band\\nGif thow denyis, thair was ane dosane thair\\nBetter nor thow, dar fecht it hand for hand,\\nPraise be to God he chaipit of that chance\\nZe plaid the knaiffis, and he the Nobill knicht\\nI hope in God or ze get helpe of France\\nOf better freinds to se ane blyither sicht.\\nOur cause is Just, the King hes kyndly richt.\\nGroundit on God and the foundatioun laid", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "118 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThocht men throw murther mene to mount on hicht\\nLaw sail he lycht downe as the Lord hes said.\\nZe sawe zourselfis the Inglis men raid neir\\nFor all zour craking caigit within ane Cro,\\nIt is na Fables forth of France thay feir\\nCum fra the Paip and the grand Pryore to.\\nThay haif zour Queue in keping (quhair is scho\\nLang may ze luke or sche releif zour weiris\\nZe will not wit quhat Inglismen can do,\\nQuhill Drureis bells be roung about zour eiris.\\nThan sail ze cry cor mundum on zour kneis,\\nMurnand for mercy, and able for to mys it\\nQuhen ze luke downe to Wallace Toure and seis\\nSogeouris of Berwik brekand vp zour kist.\\nThair sail ze se zour bastard Bischop blist,\\nOut of his hoill weill houndit lyke ane tod\\nThat bludy Bouchour euer deit of thrist\\nSoukand the soules furth of the Sanctis of God.\\nFor saikles blude and murther maid sensyne,\\nGone is his grace, ze haif ane godly part of him\\nTrewly my Lord, and I war in zour lyne\\nThe Deill a bit sulde byde within the zet of him.\\nWald ze ga seik ane Secreit place weil set of him\\nCardanus pyn weill closand in ane Spreit,\\nPull me out that, thair is na mair to get of him,\\nBot as ane bledder blawin fra heid to feit.\\nIn waryit tyme that Bischop hes bene borne\\nMars hes bene maister at that Balials byrth,\\nThrow him his freinds ar houndit to the home\\nBaneist and slaine, vncertane of ane gy rth\\nGone is thair game, and murning is thair myrth,\\nThair cattell caryit, thair Granges set in fyre,\\nThe worlde may se thair wisdom e was na worth\\nMurther left ay his Maister in the myre.", "height": "3856", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 119\\nNow fair weill Fleming, bot foule ar thy deids\\nThe Generall this Schedul at schort to the sends\\nThow sail heir ma nouells as farder proceids,\\nBot not to thy sythment as sum men Intends.\\nThe actioun is not honest thow defends,\\nGif thow be angrie with ocht that I reheirs\\nThe narrest gait thow can gang seik amends.\\nIs mend thy maners, and I sail mend the veirs.\\nFinis.\\nImprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno Do. M. D. LXX.\\n*^mmmm*\\nX30BBE 3ne Vallate of tfje (faptaneoftfK CastelL\\n[Richard Bannatyne s Memoriales of Transactions in\\nScotland 1569-1573. 4to, (Bannatyne Club) 1836.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nScotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century. Collected by\\nJohn Graham Dalyell, Edinburgh, 1801.]\\nT the castle of Edinburch,\\nVpoun the bank baith greine and rouch,\\nAs niyne alone I lay,\\nWith paper, pen, and inke in hand,\\nMusing, as I could vnderstand,\\nOff the suddan decay\\nThat vnto this puir natioune\\nApeirandly dois come\\nI fand our Congregatione\\nWas caus of all, and some\\nWhois aucthoris, instructors\\nHes blindit thame so long,", "height": "3860", "width": "2316", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "120 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThat, blameles and schameles,\\nBoth riche and poure they wrong.\\nThese wicked, vaine veneniaris,\\nProud poysoned Pharisianes,\\nWith thair blind guydis but grace,\\nHes caused the puire cuntrie\\nAssist vnto thair traitorie,\\nThair Prince for to displace\\nFor teine I can not testifie\\nHow wrangouslie they wrocht,\\nWhen thai thair Prince so pitiouslie\\nIn prisone strong had brocht\\nAbused hir, accused hir,\\nWith serpent wordis fell,\\nOf schavelis and rebellis,\\nLyk hiddeous houndis of hell.\\nThese dispaired birdis of Beliall,\\nThocht nocht but to advance thaim sell,\\nFra thai had hir down thro win\\nWith errore and hypocrisie,\\nTo committ open traitorie,\\nAs cleirlie now is knowin\\nBut the grit God omnipotent,\\nThat secreitis thochtis dois serche\\nReleivit hes that innocent\\nOut of thair rage so fearce\\nProvydet and guyded\\nHir to vncouth land,\\nWhair wander and sclander\\nWith enemeis none sho fand\\nSen tyme of which ejectione,\\nThis cuntrie is come in subjectione\\nAnd day lie seruitud.\\nWith men of weir in garisone,\\nTo the commones oppressione,", "height": "3840", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 121\\nBy slicht, and suddrone bloud\\nWhose craft, ingyne, and polycie\\nFull reddy bent is euer,\\nBe treasone vnder amitie\\nOur nobles to disseaver\\nSome rubbing, some budding,\\nThair studie thai employ,\\nThat slichtlie, vnrichthe,\\nThey may this realme enjoy.\\nThis guyding gart grit greif aryse\\nIn me, wha nawayis culd devyis\\nTo mend this grit mischance\\nAnd als I argoued all the cais,\\nI hard ane say, within this place,\\nWith help of God and France\\nI sail, within ane litill space,\\nThy dolouris all to drese\\nWith help of Christ thow sail, or Pasche,\\nThy kyndlie Prince posses\\nDetrusaris, refuisaris,\\nOf hir authoritie\\nNane cairand or spairand,\\nShall outlier die or flie.\\nThought God, of his just jugment,\\nThole thaim to be ane punishment\\nTo hir, thair supreme heid\\nZit sen thay war participant\\nW^ith hir, and sho now penitent,\\nRycht suirly they may dreid\\nAs wicked scourges hes bene seine\\nGet for the scurgene hyre,\\nWhen synneris repentis from the splene,\\nThe scourge cast in the fyre\\nSwa Mortone, be fortone,\\nMay get this same reward\\nHis boasting, nor posting,\\nI doe it not resniard.", "height": "3852", "width": "2268", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "122 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBayth him and all thair cumpany,\\nThocht England wald thaim fortifie\\nI cair thaim nocht a leike\\nFor all thair grit munitione,\\nI am in suire tuitione,\\nThis hauld it sail me keip.\\nMy realme and Princes libertie\\nThairin I sail defend,\\nWhen traitouris salbe hangit hie,\\nOr make some schamfull esnd.\\nAssuire thame, I cuire them,\\nEwin as thei do deserve\\nThair tressone, this cessone,\\nIt sail not make me suerve\\nFor I haue men and meit aneugh,\\nThey know I am ane tuilzeour teoch,\\nAnd wilbe rycht sone greved\\nWhen thei haue tint als mony teith\\nAs thei did at the seige of Leith,\\nThey wilbe faine to leive it.\\nThen quha, I pray you, salbe boun\\nThar tinsall to advance,\\nOr gif sic composition e\\nAs thei gat then of France\\nThis sylit, begylit,\\nThey will bot get the glaikis\\nCum thai heir, thir tuo yeir,\\nThey sail not misse thair paikis.\\nAs for my nychtbouris, Edinburch toun,\\nWhat salbe thair part, vp or downe,\\nI can not yit declair\\nBot one thing I make manifest,\\nGif thei me ony thing molest\\nThair buithis salbe made bair.\\nGif fyre may thair buildingis sacke,\\nOr bullat beat thaim downe,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 123\\nThey sail nocht faill that end to mak\\nThe staires made in this toun.\\nSwa use thaim, and chuse thaim,\\nWhat pairt thei will ensew\\nForsake me, or take me,\\nThey sail drink as thei brew\\nHe bade me rise arid muse na mair,\\nBut pray to God both lait and aire,\\nTo saue this noble ludge,\\nWhich is, in all prosperitie,\\nAnd lykwayis in aduersitie,\\nOur Princes plane refuge.\\nThairfoir, all trew men I exhort,\\nThat ze with me accord,\\nThat we all, baith in ernest and sport\\nAske at the leving Lord.\\nThat hanged, or manged,\\nMot ilk man mak his end,\\nWha dewlie and trewlie\\nWald nocht this house defend\\nF i n i b.\\nXXW\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E\\\\\\\\t (Exfjortatioun to tty ILortits*\\n[Library of the Society of Antiquaries of London.]\\nLUSTY lords barrounis yat bene bauld\\nThat for gude caus ar now asseblit heir\\nPluk up zour harts, lat not zour curage cauld\\nAnd prise ye lord zour capitane in weir.\\nWill ze him serue ze neid nocht for to feir,\\nThe craft, the wit, nor policie of man", "height": "3860", "width": "2324", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "124 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nFor quhy the Lord will zit zour Baner beir\\nAs he hes done sen first this caus began.\\ntUF Haue ze forzet how that he did vs luif\\nThat time at leith quhe strangers did persew\\nOur enemeis harts ze saw that he did muif\\nTo cum ouir Tweid vs to help and reskew,\\nQuhair we and thay our enemeis ouirthrew\\nMaking vs fre that lang in thrall had bene\\nSyne in this Realme plant his gospel trew\\nbut scheding blud, quhilk hes not oft bene sene\\nFra ze began from blude to purge this land\\nThay murtherars thay neuer durst zow bide\\nHe gaif hir anis, and put her in zour hand\\nBut ony blude, vpon Carbarrie syde.\\nSyne efter that, quhen lymmers loust y r bryde\\nHe faucht for zow vpon the Langsyde hill\\nZour fais wist not in what hoil yame to hyde\\nSu chaist, sum slane, sum tane into zour will.\\nIF He send Moyses to gouerne zow and gyde\\nZour commoun weill to reule and als redres\\nquhair throw yis realme but rest did rin ryde\\nTo bring the same, to rest and quyetnes.\\nHis diligence my toung can not expres\\nPlanting Justice baith in Burgh and land\\nDating rebels, quhilk proudly did transgres\\nHis malk rag not, gif yat his dayis had stand.\\n^iT Kicht prudently the Lord he did prouyde\\nFor zow from tyme, he saw yat he was slane,\\nAnd wald not thoill, zow be without a gyde\\nBut efter Moyses he raist Josua agane.\\nZow to conduct to ye land of Canan\\nMair Fortunat nor Moyses was befoir\\nIn faitis of weir ane worthy Capitane\\nThe Gentiles lands to zow for to restoir", "height": "3860", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 125\\nThair Parliament of Linlithgow he did stay\\nSyne Breichen gat it, bade him not ane blast\\nDown was geuin ouir, for feir of weir assay\\nPaslay he wan, and now Dunbartane last\\nHis Capitanis maid all his fais agast\\nSum tane, sum slane, sum chaist into the se\\nThir deids suld not, with silence be ouir past,\\nBot worthie ar Eternall Memorie.\\nZour godly cans hes now tane gude succes\\nIn Ingland lait, I neid it not d eclair,\\nQuhair my lord Chancelar tuik greit besines\\nWith your gude freind the Clerk of Registrair\\nThair trauell, wit, nor gudis yai did not spair\\nFor to vphald the Kings Authoritie,\\nIn presence of thay strangers that wer thair\\nWorking for him in Ms Minoritie.\\nlUF Ze do tryumph, albeit that ze be few\\nZour enemeis thay dar zow not ganestand\\nQuhat ye do schaip, ye Lord himself dois sew\\nQuhat ye duyse, he wirkis it with his hand,\\nThairfoir mak haist, lat nane be in this land,\\nTo leif lyke Lords, syne proudly to rebell\\nGar thame baith sweit and subscriue ye band\\nOr failzeand this, do with thair leuings mell,\\nAnd gif ze dreid, yat sum will ait his ouirhaill,\\nAnd will not keip, nor zit obserue thair bands\\nFor startling hald the kow fast be the taill\\nAppoint nane sic but pledgis in zour hands,\\nAnd keip thame sure, sen ze se as it stands\\nFor cum that tyme that all yat sort desyris,\\nThat wil but dout send zow in vncouth lads\\nTo seirche and seik, zour meit into the myris\\nSen thair Intent to zow was neuer gude\\nAs be thair deids richt cleirly may be sene", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "126 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nGif thame na leif to play with yow buk heid,\\nAs thay haif done, ay waitand on yair quene.\\nBot puneis all the quhilk ye knaw vnclene\\nOf outher blude, quyte yame for yair meids\\nAnd spair all sic will serue his grace serene,\\nAnd had na wy te of nouther of thair deids.\\nI wald ye did sum mair at this Canuentioun\\nNor did your fais at thairs thay held at Pace\\nQuhat yai did yair, I neid not to mak metioun\\nBot weill I wait, su of yame rewis yat race.\\nZit top of wit was borne vp throw ye streit,\\nThis commoun weill had stand in better cace\\nHad it fallin in his toung fell in his feit.\\nSen God hes put the sword into your hand\\nJustice to do alyke to riche and pure.\\nTak heid yairfoir and na wise brek command\\nBe circumspect of this your charge and cure\\nGif ye neglect, than God I yow assure\\nWill fro yat rowme thoill you to be detrusit\\nPlanting vthers into that charge ye bure\\nAnd gif yat sword to yame can rychtly vsit.\\nBe bent yairfoir, and byde not this in bluder,\\nBaith the word of God comoun weil auace\\nZe neid na ma bot Gedronis thre hunder\\nTo quhip your fais or yai get help of France\\nMak to lyke me sen ye haif ordinance,\\nDing draffen dou yat hald quhairin yai pryde yame\\nBring in ye north with buvart bow Lance,\\nGif thay rebell with fyre and sword ouir ryde yame\\nHow what way ye suld appost your bordour\\nMaddeis counsall is verray excellent\\nScho did prescriue ane gude godly ordour\\nThat to perform e, had ye bene diligent\\nHard ye the pure, I wait ye wald lament\\nSa cruelly thay Tyranis dois oppres thame,", "height": "3848", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE SEMP1LL BALLATES. 127\\nSlaying yanie selfis, yair gudis reit and rent\\nFor feir of God, I pray yow to redres tliame.\\nQuhat ma did hoip of grage now dois appeir\\nHis cloikit craft of malice dois outspring,\\nAs in his Proclamatiouns ye may heir\\nHe dois Rebell and will not serue the King,\\nTraitours yai ar agane yow to maling,\\nHe being Crownit in lauchfull Parliament,\\nQuha dances fastest with him into yat Ring,\\nTo his Crowning baith sweir gaif consent.\\nQuhen the Regent gaif him that haulcl ye saw\\nHe was the Kingis, sweir theirfoir to stand,\\nAlbeit yat now, his grace he will nocht knaw,\\nNor zit Lennox for Regent of this land.\\nZit Robert Hepburne being in his hand\\nAnd saifly enterit within that place,\\nHe said he was reset by his command\\nAnd send Robert to my Lord Regents grace.\\nQuhill yat he gat yat hauld and hous in hand,\\nInto this caus he was baith bent and bauld\\nBot fra thyne furth than he gaif ouir yat band\\nAnd in this caus he leit his curage cauld.\\nThis is the treuth as trew men to me tauld,\\nThat samin tyme his maister was on lyue\\nHe wald not lat him enter in that hanld\\nWith na seruands bot outher four or fyue.\\nHe lies not onlie sueruit fra our actioun\\nBot dowbill murther he d ois fortifie\\nDesyring bargane of ony of our factioun\\nOf his degre, estait, and qualitie.\\nWe haue nane sic, ye knaw in cumpanie,\\nHirn for to match quhilk playit ye dowbil knaif\\nFor first he slew ane Maister cruellie,\\nAnd syne betraist the last ye may persaif.\\nBot zit I knaw yair is ane hundreth heir", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "128 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nOf gentill men, and cum of Royall Race\\nOn hors or fate, with quhinger sword or speir,\\nDar weill him matche, meit him face for face\\nAnd preif him fals and Tratour in this cace\\nHe dar not fecht for this is his refuge,\\nHe wald compeir at euery tyme and place\\nGif that he had ane unspectit Judge.\\nIT And als ye se, he planely dois accuse,\\nThe Regents grace of cruell Tyrannie\\nAganis his fais quhilk he dois schaw ane vse\\nIn casting doun baith place and policie,\\nSen thay misknaw thair Just Authoritie,\\nAnd will not serue, nor zit obey cpmmands\\nZe may be Law subuert thair places hie\\nSyne tak fra thame yair lyuis geir and lands.\\nI knaw thir letters ye fand into Dunbartane\\nQuhilk dois declair his dowbil deids Inding\\nIs only caus, I am baith sure and certane\\nQuhilk garris him mak yis boist manassing.\\n%W Bot zit ye knaw it is ane commoun thing\\nFor weill I wait ye haue sene mony sic,\\nTuiche anis the gaw, yan the hors wil fling.\\nFra tyme ye spur and hit him on the quik.\\nIT It is your hous that maks him be sa bauld,\\nAgane baith God and King for to disdane\\nExcept the Lord be watchman of the hauld,\\nThe Psalmist sayis thair watching is in vane\\nAs ye haue sene within thir monethis twane,\\nAne greiter strenth ye gat as I record,\\nSwa will ye zone, to God gif ye be bane\\nAnd swa commits your wisdomis to the Lord.\\nIT FINIS.\\nImprentit at Striuiling be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. Do. 1571.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 129\\nXWE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 2fae atmmmttotm to mg lortr Eegentts\\ngrace,\\n[State Paper Office. Bedash Series, Volume 21 (November),\\nNumber 100. It is there marked 1571, November.\\nA ballad against the bringing in of English forces into\\nScotland. Another copy of the same is marked Decem-\\nber, 103-1, and Indorsed by. Lord Burghley, A ballet\\nto y e Regent agaynst coming in of Englishmen. Sir\\nRichard Maitland of Lethingtoun sManuscript Collection\\nof Poems 1555-1586, in the Pepysian Library, Magdalene\\nCollege, Cambridge. Ancient Scotish Poems, never be-\\nfore in print. But now published from the MS. Collections\\nof Sir Richard Maitland. Edited [and mutilated] by\\nJohn Pinkerton, London, 1786. The Poems of Sir\\nRichard Maitland, of Lethingtoun, Knight. With an\\nAppendix of Selections from the Poems of Sir John\\nMaitland Lord Thirlestane, and of Thomas Maitland.\\nEdited from the Drummond MS. in the Library of the\\nUniversity of Edinburgh. 4to, (Maitland Club), Glasgow\\n1830. The Authorship of this Ballate is doubted, while\\nnot unlike those of Sempill, it is supposed to be by Lord\\nThirlestane. As it, however, evidently forms one of\\nthe series, it has been judged right to reprint it here.]\\nAIST loyal lord, ay for yi lawtie lowitt,\\nNow be not lakkit for deloyaltie\\nThocht to ye princis place thow be promowit,\\nBe not abusit be authoritie.\\nBot schaw thi treuth, and thy integritie.\\nSene we sa far ourselfls hes submittit,\\nAnd king and contray Lawes and libertie\\nUnto thy cair, and cradit, haue committit\\nThy hous hes ay bene trustie, and inteir\\nDefamit nocht with fraud, and fickilnes.\\nBot schaw thyself bayth scharp, sage, and sinceir\\nIndewit with vertew, wit, and worthines,\\nIngyne, jugement, justice, and gentilnes\\nCraft, conduct, cair, and knawlege to command\\n9", "height": "3856", "width": "2252", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "130 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nHeroik hart, honor, and hardines\\nOr in this storme thy stait will neuer stand.\\nWe haive the chosin to ye cheifest charge,\\nOure tossit galay to governe, and to gyde.\\nBewar with bobbis scho is a brukill barge,\\nAnd may na bitter blastis weill abyde.\\nThow may hir tyne, in turning of a tyde,\\nCast weill thy conrs yow he ane kittil cure.\\nOff perrellis pance and for sum port provyde\\nAnd anker sicker, quhar thow may be sure.\\nAll Boreas bitter blastis ar nocht blawne\\nI feir sum boide, and bobbis be behinde.\\nBe tyde and tempest thow may be ovirthrawne\\nAnd mony fairlie fortouns thow may find\\nAs channellis, cragis, bedds, and bankis blind\\nLekand wanluks, quhairby thow may be loist.\\nBewar, thairfoir, with weddir, waw, and wynd,\\nWith uncouth coursis, and unkawin coist.\\nBe war w 1 strangears in thy sterne to steire\\nThocht on ane course we can nocht condescend\\nSuppois sum present perrell now appeir\\nAnd sum hes wyritt and will no* with us wend\\nBe meitar meanes thow mon that make mend\\nNoe dangeris be ye double to divert\\nThairfor I pray the prudenthe spend\\nAnd put nocht all in perrell for a pairt.\\nThow will put all intill appeirand perrell,\\nGif Inglis forcis in yis realme repair.\\nSic ar nocht meit for to decyde oure querrell\\nThocht farlandis fules seme to have fedderis fair.\\nBe thay acquentit, thai will creip inner mair\\nAnd wilbe noysum nychbours, and Enorme\\nAnd schortlie will sit till our sydes as sair,\\nAs now the rebells, quhome thay suld reforme.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 131\\nThat freindschip is ay fecfullest afar\\nAnd langest will indure with lytle daile.\\nI feir with ws and tyme it wirk to war,\\nFra thai aganes oure partie anes prevaile.\\nQuha wait bot syne thai will ourselns assaill\\nAuld fayis ar sindill faythful freindis found\\nFirst helpe the halfe, and syne o r harrill the haill,\\nWilbe a woful weilfair of oure wound.\\nOure brethren may remember zit in France\\nThe fay fc and freindschip yat thai w t thame fand\\nAnd how thay did the word of God avance\\nFra the new heavin they gat into yair hand\\nAnd how thay never pairtit w fc that pand\\nQuhill bayth ye syddes yame forcit to reteir\\nEven at Leith gif yat yow lat thame land\\nThe samyn practis plainlie will appeir.\\nBe thair exempill learne experience,\\nAne foreyne mache, or maister, to admitt.\\nReid, fra the Saxons gat preeminence,\\nHow sone thai soeht as souueraignes to sitt.\\nReid quhuw thay forcit the Britoun folks to flitt;\\nAnd zit posseids that peipils propertie.\\nBewar We may be weltred or we witt\\nAnd lykeways lose oure land, and liberty.\\nAne thousand sic exemples I could schaw\\nAnd mony nobill natiouns may name,\\nQuha lost at lenth thair libertie, and law,\\nAnd sufferit lies great sorrow, sy* and schame\\nThat for to helpe thair hermes, and hurte at hame,\\nFeycsit forayne forcis in to thair support,\\nQuha fuilzeit syne thair fredome, force, and fame\\nAnd thame subdewit in the samyn sort.\\nFleand Charibe bewar in styll to fall\\nAnd sa eschew cruill dissentioun,", "height": "3860", "width": "2252", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "132 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThat oure estait to strangers be not thrall,\\nThe canker of our auld contentioun\\nWill keip na counand nor conventioun.\\nBot gif yow gif thame credit to correct us,\\nBe craftie way, will, and conventioun,\\nAnd subtell slycht, thai will seik to subject us.\\nThis realme w l eis the rebellis may repres\\nWe neid na forene forces for sa few\\nThair landis thay loup that reagne is les and les\\nSa suit not sic as seiks us to subdew\\nQlk gif tli ow do quhat euer may ensew\\nTo fergus blude we rather will obey\\nNor in o r tyme be trators toyitt vntrew\\nAnd gif o r realme to Ingland as a pray.\\nScotland came never zit in servitude,\\nSen Fergus first bot ever hes bene frie.\\nAnd hes bene alwais bruikit be ane blude\\nAnd kin of kings descendit gre be gre.\\nGif that it be in bondage brocht be the,\\nThay wareit weir thy weirdis and wanhaip\\nThairfoir thir forene fechis sa force,\\nThat catcheit we be nocht with ye eftir-claip.\\nMarkand mynt at the honour, laude, and prais,\\nThe vertew, worde, worschip, and vassallage,\\nOff sic as doichtelie did in thair dayis\\nTo keip this realme from thraldome and bondage\\nMark als the vyle vituper, and the wage\\nOf untreuth, tresoune and of tyrannie\\nAnd how sum hes honour, and heretage,\\nAnd Lyfes, losrt, for thair deloyaltie.\\nSa for thy factis thow may be suir to find\\nThe lyke rewaird of vertew or of vyce\\nThairfoir be not sylit as a bellie blind\\nNor lett thyself be led upone the yce,\\nNor, to content thy marrow s covatyce,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 133\\nPut not thyself in perrell for to perish.\\nNor beir the blame, quhair vthers takis the pryce.\\nNor beitt the buish, that vthers eit the bereis.\\nThe throne of tryall, and theatre trew,\\nIs for to regne, and rewle above the rest.\\nWho hes the woyne him all the world dois vew\\nAnd magistrat the man dois manifest.\\nSen thow art in the princes place possest,\\nLouk to be prasit as thow plays thi pairt.\\nAnd, as thow levis, so luvit be and lest\\nAnd always delt with eftir thi desert.\\nFinis Amen.\\nSupposit be Lord Thirlstane.\\nIJFI\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Efte Btsrfjoppts Igfe an* testament.\\n[Library of the Society of Antiquaries of London.]\\nALLING to mynde the mutabiliteis\\nOf this Inconstant warld sa variabill,\\nLyke to ane Schip that saillis on the seis\\nTost with winds wallis Innauigabill.\\nBot sen I se na plesure permanabill\\nBot as the weid it widderis sone away,\\nLat vs go seik the gloir Inestimabill\\nQuhair we man pas perpetually for ay.\\nWith spreit opprest this plungit in to cair,\\nRemembring me quhat mater to compyle\\nEndlang ane Park I past without repair", "height": "3860", "width": "2260", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "134 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBe Snawdoun syde the seuint day of Apryle,\\nAnd as I walkit wandering not ane myle\\nAne pieteous spreit appeirit to my thocht,\\nSayand, allace, and waryit be the quhyle\\nThat I was borne, or in this warld upbrocht.\\nCan I nocht tell gif be Illutioun\\nOr gif be feir sic fantaseis we tak,\\nBot this be said in schort conclusioun\\nDep]orit ane plaint, and planelie to me spak\\nPoetis of me hes mater for to mak\\nIn tragedie quhat tyme I heir remanit\\nAnd with that word I went sum thing abak,\\nAnd bad say on, and with God saif me sanit.\\n1F I was (said he) ane Lord leuand on lyfe,\\nAne bastard barne that can I not deny\\nMy Father was ane Erie and had ane wyfe\\nThocht he abusit his body and lay by.\\nIn Goddis Ire begottin sa was I\\nMy mother was a Dame in Dundaf mure\\nBot quhidder it was in feild keipand the Ky\\nOr fischand Lochis Lin I am not sure.\\nAs for my surname seik my mothers aith\\nQuhylis Cuninghame yai callit me heir yair\\nbot gude John Cowane gaif me meit and claith\\nQuhill I was seuin yeir auld and su thing mair\\nthe Prouest of Hammiltoun cumand by for cair\\nFand me with Ky ane kyndlie occupatioun,\\nAnd Hammiltoun he me huif I sow declair\\nAne sorie Surname for my awin saluatioun.\\nTo preif my spreit and say my scha^ Ingyne\\nWith John of Cliddisdail yai usit* *aq to striue\\nBe worsting first in faith the feild was myne,\\nI brak his heid to haue prerogatiue.\\nObliterated in the Original.", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES 235\\nQuhat sail I wryte zow in my wittis five\\nI was coequall with Achitophall,\\nOr subtill Sinone knaifrie to discriue\\nAnd all my deidis mair Diabolical!.\\nIn leirning letters lang tyme at ye Scule\\nMy pregnant spreit snrpassit all the laif,\\nQuhill I was cowit and cled up lyke ane Fule\\nIn Stemming Rokket riches to ressaif.\\nThan, twa yeiris Noueis notit for ane knaif\\nZond in Kiluinning my prentischip I past\\nBella fortuna to me sic giftis gaif\\nTo want na graith and ay the Gallous last.\\nIF Tha my Lord Arrane from Albany ye Duke,\\nObtenit the gift of Murray be ane myance\\nQuhen Abbotschaw sic hauie haitrent tuik\\nAt the haill hous of Lennox and thair alliance.\\nQuhaitfoir he coist and left thame at defyance,\\nThan I fund Jok was into Paslay plaist\\nSmart in my schuitting singular in my sciece\\nAnd sum men sayis the bybill I Imbraist.\\nFor feir of that, thay gart me fie to France\\nIn waryit tyme I trow I went of towne,\\nQuhair I begonth with guthorne for to dance,\\nTo loup on Lassis lait and play the Lowne.\\nMy Stemiug Sark, Rokket was laid doun,\\nFra tyme that I hard tell the King was deid\\nThan I began haill Tutour to the Orowne\\nTo steir my tyme the temporall la wis to leid\\nThe first that euer vaikit was Dunkell\\nAnd I was gaipand lyke ane gredie gled,\\nThe Cardinall deit, and than Sanctandres fell\\nMy power haill unto the Paip I sped\\nQuhen whan they had rypelie all my b wes* red,\\nObliterated in the Original.", "height": "3876", "width": "2248", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "136 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAganis thair Cannoun Law thay gaif decreit\\nFor I was bastard borne of vnlawfull bed\\nZit furtherit I becaus thay fand me meit.\\nWithout respect to God or feir of faith,\\nPlumand but pietie I did oppres the pure\\nBe fenzeit causis I confiscat graith\\nMen criminall to accuse I tuke na cure,\\nQuhen it was gottin I gaif it to my hure\\nQuhome I possest in speciall Stanehous wyfe\\nOf all the barnis my Lady Jeltoun bure\\nScho me constranit to mak Ilk ane a lyfe.\\nRowpand for riches quhill all my barnis wer staikit\\nAs houngrie Lyou lousit out of a band,\\nSum benefice I bocht or euer it vaikit\\nAnd sum I wardit waitand on thair land.\\nKilburnie haldis Drumry behind the hand\\nRaith and Bernbowgall mony honest man\\nNa wrangous conqueis Christ wil thoil to stad\\nEuill was it wairit, and weill war I it wand\\nBe iustice airis I pledgit all the pepill\\nThan spairit nane, thocht thay wer Innocent,\\nTo Magnifie my name I maid ane Stepill\\nOf euerie pleuch I tuik fyue pund of Stent,\\nSwa of this lyfe the Lord was miscontent *j\\nSeand my faith not foundit on ane Roik\\nAs babell fell sa Paslay may repent\\nThat I the maid of Malesounis of foik.\\nThan was I Legat licent be the Paip,\\nWith dispensatiounis, sawis for euerie sair\\nTo eik my pois I leit thame pas gude chaip\\nBy quha sa wald, I wantit na sic wair.\\nFor holynee thay heipit on me mair\\nGreit Metrapolitane of the Kirk of God,\\nQuhen 1 was Hird the scheip was in anesnair\\nLyke till ane flok of hen n is befoir ane Tod", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 137\\n11 Quha land it than, bot Lennox out of France\\nTo battel boun with him was bernis bauld,\\nSair I in dreid, quhill I deuysit that dance\\nOf Glasgow Castell gat it bocht and sauld,\\nGreit was the riches fund within that hauld,\\nPlairrer or pois we neuer left plak*\\nCoistlie apparell that can not weill be tauld\\nWe left him bair till all was on his bak.\\nEfter the feild we folio wit him sa fast,\\nSpuilzeit his places, tuik baith gudis geir,\\nQuhill all the land he left us at the last\\nQuhair Lawrence Neisbit chaipit verray neir.\\nContrair my conscience, and the actis of weir\\nMurdreist his men that micht me nocht resist\\nThat saikles blude rang fer and twentie zeir,\\nQuhill Palmsoneuin that same day I deceist.\\nBot to my taill heir I returne agane,\\nQuhen ze began in goolynes to gloir\\nI tuik my womit wickitlis in vane,\\nContrair my conscience I profest befoir\\nMy mynd was than the Messes to restoir,\\nBot now to lait, I lat that Law allane\\nHad I fund graith my honour to decoir\\nI caird not by, quhat way the warld had gane.\\nf At Haryis Mariage I bure hid Inuy\\nFeirand he procreat children with the Quene\\nHis putting doun I publictly deny,\\nZit botis humis declairis zow quhat I mene\\nAnd scho wer wrakit, all the warld may wene\\nThan sould the Duke but dout ressaif ye croun\\nThis was my purpois planely to obtene\\nUnder sum craft to cow the Stewartis doun.\\nThan was scho caryit captiue as tha-y tell\\nAnd quha nor I was fainer of that fact\\nThis Line is much obliterated in the Original.", "height": "3876", "width": "2252", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "138 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nExcept the countrie come not with our sell\\nQuhilk was the only caus we bure abak.\\nFor feir of Murray sic myance gart I mak\\nBe fraud and gyle we gat hir of Lochleuin,\\nSeikand our gloir we gat baith schame and lak\\nOur fals intent was sa tryit out in heuin.\\nIF Zit cuttit I away their wardly strenth\\nJames Erll of Murray Regent of Renoun,\\nAs I sail schaw zow schortly at mair lenth\\nI being captiue tane to Striuiling Toun\\nDunbartane Castell Deuill mot ding the doun\\nQuha wald beleif but thow was wicht aneuch\\nBot zit the Lord is Maister of Mahoun\\nInspyrit thair spreitis, gartthame speill thatheuch\\nBot quha may leif fra tyme his glas be run\\nAs I haue schawin heir schortly to conclude,\\nSone was I helterit fra the hous was wun\\nTo Snawdoun syne, accusit with men of gude,\\nOf pointis four, bot stifiy I withstude,\\nExcept the Regentis deith I nocht denyit,\\nI was the only man gart spill his blude\\nAnd mekle mair gif all the treuth wer tryit.\\n^gT Gude pepill heir to haue zow not abusit,\\nJust orclour led I lat zow vnderstand\\nIn Parliament I was forfalt and accusit,\\nQuhair I was baith connict of lyfe and land.\\nDenuncit Rebell, and fugitiue fra hand\\nQuhairfoir I knew my deid gif I wer gottin,\\nThay socht na Law, bot thay befoir yame fand\\nAnd will be vsit quhill we be deid and rottin.\\nAnd quhair ze speik of auld perticular\\nWithout auise of thair Nobilitie,\\nThe Erll of Angous and my Lord of Mar\\nGlencarne, Ruthucn, Cathcart, and Duchiltrie", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 139\\nMethuen, Lochleuin, with Lairds aboudantlie\\nThe Justice Clerk my dittay red perqueir\\nThan fra I saw I was coudampnit to die\\nThis was my haill Confessioun ze sail heir.\\nIT Sequttur (Cottfessto.\\nGude pepill all, I pray zow to pray for me,\\nQuhat may my rent of riches now decoir me\\nThis far I speik in presence of zow all\\nComplenand heir with pietie I deploir me\\nQuha is the Lord to lyfe may now restoir me\\nHeirfoir go mark this in Memoriall\\nTwyse being bischop with sic beriall,\\nHard to beleif sum tyme to se me hing\\nGif I had seruit my God, and syne my King.\\nlUP Quhair ze accuse me of the Kingis v\\nGif I it knew, God nor I want my heid\\nExceptand quhen I hard the hous was fyrit\\nI feirit myself and dred sum deidly feid.\\nThan I persauit that he was past remeid\\nI knew sum Tratouris had his deith conspyrit\\nThocht Johne my seruand said as he desyrit\\nUnder Confessioun speikand to ane Preist\\nMair beist was he that bure it not in his breist\\nIIHF My former faith I can not weill Recant\\nNane I accuse I come not heir to Sant\\nGif to reueild, may help me heir I dout\\nAs to the Regentis deith in deid I grant,\\nI weill awow it, becaus he leit me want,\\nThat ze may tell till all that standis about\\nMy voce is waik, I may not weill speik out,\\nAnd of my Manus tuas I haue sic haist\\nWith ite missa est said I gaif the Gaist.\\nIF This being said, the cludis obscurit the sky\\nAnd I was feirit and hamewart did me hy,\\nObliterated in the Original.", "height": "3860", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "140\\nMaid to the Towne and steppit vp the streit\\nAnd as I past the Potence I espy\\nQuhair the annoyntit Bischop hang to dry.\\nI was Sanct Thomas quhill I tuichit his feit\\nOn Palmsoneuin this paper I compleit,\\nEuin word be word, as to the treuth belang\\nAnd gif I lie, God nor the liers be hangit\\n1T Finis.\\n^F Quod Sempill.\\nIF Imprinted at Striuiling be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. Do. M.D. L.X.X.I.\\nHUH \u00e2\u0080\u0094a letoft Ballet, 1571\\nEafeen fo 1 ge H Setotts toritmgs.\\n[State Paper Office. Scotish Series. Volume 21 (Decem-\\nber) Number 107.]\\nIIKST quhen the newes begonthe to ryse gretly\\nthey maid me wondre.\\nQuhow that so grett a gospellar so fellounly\\ncould fond re\\nBott seing quhow all erdly thingis wor subiect to imi-\\ntatioun\\nThan said I, it no grett mervall albeit the congregatioun\\nWor no les than ye puir Papist is Inclynit to fornicatioun.\\nNow is the cours Platoman completit haillely\\nThe sone, the mone, and sevin sterris reuoluitt in ye sky,\\nThat makis the worlde tourne top o r taill, will resson\\nto ryde\\nThe plewche befoir the oxin go, the best the wan to gyde\\nAnd all things to misrewlit be owte of all tyme and tyde.", "height": "3872", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 141\\nThe subiect now commandis the Prince, and Knox is\\ngrown a King\\nQuhat he willis obeyit is, that maid the Bisshop hing\\nThe soutar is the grett prechor the gray freir moks ye\\nshone\\nQuhat mervall than thochte chaist forett prouosit be ye\\nmone\\nHichit on ye hure so opinly, sen all is owtte of tone\\nQuhat mervell thochte on ye fryday wy fc silks he did\\nhim dek\\nAnd on sonday his garment wes of ane harne sek\\nQuhat mervall tho* ye cerimony and claith of penitence\\nIs vsit, and ye oy r clay* of diuine reuerence\\nAnd ministration yat Aron woure is putt in negligence\\nZitt I beleifF els mony myndis thochte, haloury, ha, ha,\\nQuhen Dauid vnder ye sek did loure, as toungs did coy\\nor say\\nQuhen ye puir preist to scaffald went ye auld bisshop\\nbefoir\\nIn Aronis weid, for quhay wald not lauche q 11 his hart\\ngrew soir\\nTo se forett ye holy frere his fakking so deploire\\nBott quhat, I think, thochte Dauid quhen he wes to\\nlowpe the lowne\\nOr quhow did he his conscience so sincere cloik or gowne\\nEvin as meffan his scuill maistre, yai se, schew him ye\\nway\\nQuha ney r wy* oy r mannis wyffe nor maid, bot wyt his\\nawin los lay\\nThan lat us sing, O fakandflokzourdeid is notlyk zo r say.\\nThe preist, I grant, his concubine wald hyde in hall or\\nboire\\nAnd quhylis quhen he tyrit of ane, wold gett in oy r in\\nstoire", "height": "3860", "width": "2268", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "142 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThe Mimstre far todlyar his hure in houshold chereis\\nBott quhen he listis he schaks hir of be diuorce, or hir\\nwirreis.\\nSum for ye hure garris heid yameself, and is not y 1 a\\nmareis\\nQuhat mervall than tho 1 chaist forett monit be luyf\\nzeill r\\nQlk he beris so feruently vnto ye Common Weill\\nThat quhen he not promouis ye sonne he il scantly\\ndit ye day\\nTo stoir ye wordle lay on ye lass, sen it dois plainly say\\nCresite, my dowis, et multip litanniay.\\nThe Duvill, yatt man kynd he may trumpe, tokis forme\\nof Angell bryte\\nBott at ye last ye grace of God his trumpry bringis to\\nlyehte\\nSa, lolarts, yo r hypocrisy yat se fane ze wald hyde\\nZe se wyt tyme in spyte of zow dois peice peice owt\\nslyde\\nSchawing quhow wolfs in lam skynis ye puire scheip\\nze misgyde.\\n[Library of the Society of Antiquaries of London.]\\nfHOW emptie pen pas but experience\\nwith dull indyre and do thy diligence\\nThis pure Coplaint with pietie to deploir\\nOf Muses vane I ask na Eloquence\\nBot only God of his greit Excellence\\nHim to ressaif in Euerlasting gloir\\nQuhome dolent deith hes laitly done deuoir\\nTodlyar may cum fra tod, asgodlyar fray God. Note on the margin of\\nthe original.", "height": "3876", "width": "2372", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 143\\nUnlukellie allace, gif man micht mend it\\nSlane with ane schot, sa is the gude Lord endit.\\nMethwen may murne, and all the bounds about\\nFor Hary Stewart, that was bauld and stout\\nConstant and kynd with qualiteis conding\\nIn smallest danger nane beleuand dout\\nInvyous Fortoun swa did waill him out\\nLyke as at Roxburgh raid scho slew our King\\nAne greit foirtakin of ane weill war thing\\nTo se the saikles puneist sa with roddis\\nThe scharper scurge is ciimand for the Toddis.\\nSic is thair craft in clymming to the Crowne\\nThe pure King Hary pieteously put downe\\nNocht be thair force, bot fyring of ane trane\\nThe Erie of Murray murdreist with ane lowne\\nAnd Lennox, last ze saw in Striuiling Towne.\\nGude George Ruthuen with thay rebalds slane,\\nGarleis, Dundas, quhilk wer baith trew plane\\nDowglas of Lyntoun, gude westiraw was last\\nwith lytill meaning fra the men be past.\\nIT Bot to my taill and Tragedie returne\\nThe gude Lord Methuen makis me to murne\\nThat all my senses suddenly doun fais\\nQuha hes the breist nor it in baill wald burne\\nTo se zone tratoures do sa foule ane turne,\\nGif that our Lords wald craib for ony cais\\nwa worth the tyme he went about zone wais\\nwa worth the Towne, the Castell and the craig\\nSic tyme sail cum, that God sail pour his plaig.\\nwa worth his weirds (gif ony weirds can be)\\nParcas, Lacheses, Atrapus all thre\\nFy on the Fortoun with thy fenzeit smyle\\nwar deid substantiall maid of stane or tre\\nI suld not rest bot me reuenge on the.", "height": "3860", "width": "2252", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "144 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nMicht tliow not spair yat Lord to Hue a quhyle\\nAne of the best was borne in all this He\\nGif it wald rute, to reckin out sic taillis\\nGude to be war, quhen wickitnes preuaillis.\\nOf twentie zeiris, zing and sa discreit\\nMeik of his maners, mansuetude and sweit,\\nLord lyke allace, he had ouir lytill feir\\nAganis his fais, ay formest on his feit\\nWith lamis vult, and witli ane Lyouns spreit\\nQuha had mair grace to gouerne men of weir\\nAnd gif I spak, of Culuering, bow, and speir\\nHe was not borne was better of sic playis\\n(war he not Lord) nor lyke him of his dayis.\\n1T Zing, lusty, lufesum, liberall and large\\nAne greit defender of our chosin Barge\\nIn trublous time yow micht haif steirt ye ruther\\nFew better heir bene Chiftane to haue charge\\nAganis Lord Greid to beir the goldin Targe\\nIn all this land thow left not sic ane vther\\nThe sacts of God may say thay want ane brother\\nSic as at na tyme can thay get for graith\\nSa frak, sa ford wart to defend thair faith.\\nIn the was wit, wisdome, and worthynes,\\nIn the was grace, groundit with godlynes,\\nIn the was meiknes and humilitie,\\nIn the was fredome, force and ferynes,\\nIn the was manly mowis and marynes,\\nwith mercy, science, and ciuilitie\\nTo the Dame nature gaue abilitie\\nPringnant of wit, of policie but peir,\\nHype of ingyne, with iudgement perqueir.\\n1T In honest pasty me was thy haill delyte\\nThow bure the toung that neuer spak dispyte\\nWalkryse in weirs, and watcheman to the rest", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 145\\nFor na offence culd thow be forsit to flyte\\nAganis thy seruandis, thocht thay wer to wyte,\\nBut with thy wysdome weyit it at the best\\nThy houshald trim, and treit weill thay confest\\nQuhairfoir thay mys the niair nor all the laif\\nQuhen thay remember on the giftis thow gaif.\\nHad Stewarts stoutnes, as the mater stands\\nThay wald not faill to fecht it with thair hands\\nTo se yame murdreist doun yat dois belag yame\\nBot sum ar feirit for fyring of thair lands\\nAnd sum ar lyand obleist under bands\\nThat dar not steir, suppois the tother hang yame\\nBlist be the barne yat is not borne amang thame\\nThay beand beistis, that hes bene men befoir\\nCopairit with Gedds, that dois thair fry deuoir.\\nFy on the Atholl, quhat dois thow requyre\\nMay not thir murthers mufe thy hart to Ire\\nGif thow had mettall man to bring the to\\nThy dowbill faith may not abyde the fyre\\nSwa misbeleif fall leif the in the myre.\\nOr hes thy wyfe the wyte of it, quhair is scho\\nDefend the caus man quhill the King cum to\\nGif naturall kyndnes kindillis vp thy breist\\nWe beand doun, na dout thow salbe neist.\\nIF God saue King James, thow may say allace,\\nExceptand only God mon gyde thy grace\\nFor temporal! Lords thay leif the few on lyue,\\nThy Father murdreist in ane mischant place\\nSyne baith thy Begents of ane Boyall race\\nwith sindrie vther Nobilis four or fyue\\nAnd last of all, I laith wer to discryue\\nThe manly Methwen mischantly put downe\\nSlane for thy saik, for sauing of thy Crowne.\\n1T For the mantenance of thy lyfe and law\\nI note bot few, or nane with sic ouirthraw\\n10", "height": "3852", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "146 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAs only Ruthwen, this my ressoun quhy\\nHis Father first, gif I the suith suld schaw\\nDeit in exyle for honest caus ze knaw\\nHis douchtie brothers deith can nane deny\\nNow Methwen last, beleuand sorrow by,\\nQuhilk hes mair barrat to his breist inbrocht\\nNor all the laif gif he culd leif his thocht.\\nThocht we be subiect to mortalitie\\nZit God Indewis vs with sic qualitie\\nThat natural kyndnes causis vs to cair\\nBot let na Carnall Corporalitie\\nConplane on Christ for partialitie\\nTo tak his awin men outher lait or air\\nLat deid to deid and die not in dispair\\nRyse and reuenge the Ruthwen on zone rout\\nQuhat will it mend to murne thy senses out.\\nAs to the Lords that hes begun this actiou\\nI feir thair tyme be turnand to detractioun\\nGif thay repent not this I spak befoir\\nExame thair conscience of particular pactioun\\nGif thay be fauourers of the tother factioun\\n(And gif swa be) thair mys mon be the moir\\nGod will not be abusit with sic vane gloir,\\nThe storme approches quhen ye Poills ar fairest\\nThe langer spairit, the plaigue is ay the sairest\\nII The day is neir, as I dar weill deplane zow\\nThe wraith of God is lyke to gang aganis zow,\\nFor spairing men of Macheuillis Scuillis\\nHow may ze saue zone smaiks yat wald haif slane zow\\nAnd ze wer in yair hads yai wald not hane zow\\nThay play the men, ze the febill fuillis\\nQuhat is the caus, let se zour curage cuillis\\nParticular proffeit durst I speik it out\\nZit thay ar day lie murdreist doun thay dout.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 147\\nIT To mak sic change, ze wair zour wit in vane\\nAs thairs for ouris, and ouris for thairs agane\\nThair mo ze grant yair groiid als gude as zours\\nBot quliair ze gat thame, wald ze flour the grane\\nThat beand done, na dout thay wald be fane\\nFor to renounce thair Law and cum to ours,\\nDo ze not sa, ze sail thoill scharper schours\\nSic vane excambion can I not considder\\nAs marrow tratours and the trew togidder.\\n1F I dar be bauld to say sen this began\\nHad we bot vsit the victorie we wan\\nWith gloir to God that gaif them in our hands\\nwe nedit not or now to want ane man.\\nBot quhen we tak thame solistatioun than\\nDois clap thair heid, the counsall sa commandis\\nQuhairfoir I feir, that God sal burne ye wandis\\nAs for exempill I can let zow seit\\nFor spairing sinfull how the saikles deit\\nAs Quheit is strukin for the stra besyde\\nAnd siluer fyne mon to the Furnes glyde\\nTo get the dros deuydit as we se\\nThocht King Josias did in Christ confyde\\nBefoir the plaigue come God will sa prouyde,\\nHe will not thoill the just with thame to die\\nBot quhair he takis away sic men as he\\nThe riche, the wyse, the Capitane, or the gyde\\nThair sail the pepill punischment abyde.\\nIF Quhat nedit Noy for sin to suffer wrak\\nNor faithfull Lot, bot for the wickits saik,\\nCaleb and Josua in cuming to the land\\nFor Ophny and Phines that the Battell straik\\nThe Innocent Ely all his banis braik,\\nThe Ark of God was caryit of thair hand\\nAnd zit thair fais micht better haue lattin it stand\\nSuppois the saikles slane was for offences\\nZit did the Phelistims faill of thair pretences.", "height": "3844", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "148 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd gredy Acan for the geir he hid\\nTwa goldin braislettis lytill thing he did\\nZit was the pepill puneist for sic playis\\nHaue we sic wrangous geir na God forbeid\\nAs Crowats, Sensours, or ane Challeis leid\\nQuhilk will be found na fault now heir a dayis\\nFor spairing Agag as the Scripture sayis\\nThe hous of Saule was puneist and his seid\\nNot spairing Jonathan for his douchtie deid.\\nIF Siclyke King Dauid thoillit pane and greif\\nHis wickit barnetyme brocht him to mischeif\\nHis Capitane Joab Absolone forbure\\nBot far ma Joabs heir for thair releif\\nwith solistatioun quhen we tak ane theif\\nSuppois ze wist he wrocht zour self iniure\\nSwa sum beleuis haue baith the sydes sa sure\\nAnd zit I hope thay sail not want thair hyre\\nAs Absolone set Joabs corne in fyre.\\nThe King Roboam raschely did ouirluik\\nThe auld wyse counsall, and the fulische tuik\\nQuhairfoir he tynt his kyndlie Trybes ten\\nAnd Jeroboam in that samin buik\\nSet vp new Idols and his God forsuik,\\nQuhill Abiah slew fyue hundreth thousand men\\nSwa Bennadab was Captiue as ze ken,\\nBot quhair the iust dois ioyne thame with forsakin\\nBe war thay get not wickit Acabs takin.\\nQuhat dois it profFeit Poetrie prophane\\nSen trew Preicheours speikis it to zow plane\\nZit neuer mercy in zour mynd remordis\\nAs fruteles seid it neuer growis a grane\\nBot to my taill heir I returne agane\\nThis Tragedie may staik to tell the Lordis\\nAne thousand fyue hundreth Sempill sa recordis", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 149\\nThre scoir and twelf suppois the veirse be vane\\nThe thrid of marche was worthy Methwe slane.\\nIF Finis with the Dytone\\nQuod Sempill\\nThe Lord to delyuer the laif of this blude\\nAnd send vs ane sythmet of yis suddane slauchter\\nThe King his counsall inspyre yame with gude\\nAnd mak vs not an futestuil to our fais lauchter.\\nImprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpreuik,\\nAnno. Do. 1572.\\nIIII. 3txe premonttioun to tfje tattis of ILettfj,\\n[Library of the Society of Antiquaries of London.]\\nNE Cuning Clerk Experience\\nAnd Maister of Intelligence,\\nNew landit in Inchekeith;\\nThis lytill Sedull schortly sends\\nTo all that the gude caus defends\\nThat is the barnis of Leith.\\nBecaus I hard of ane Conuetion\\nNow to be maid for this dissentioun\\nThat is into this land.\\nThat anis thair may be finall pace\\nHow sone I vnderstude the cace,\\nI maid me to frahand.\\nIT To send this Sedull in a gayth\\nThat nane of zow kep ony skayth", "height": "3860", "width": "2208", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "150 THE SEMP1LL BALLATES.\\nFor laik of Premonitioun\\nFor ofttymes into treating trewis\\nCms tydingis yat richt mony rewis\\nBe Tratorie and Seditioun.\\nAs for exempillis gif I list\\nI haue anew wald I insist\\nBaith Forane and at hame\\nBot to my purpois to proceid\\nOf peace and concord thair is neid\\nIn pure Scotland be name.\\nIT Quhilk neuer in sic perrill stude\\nSen that our Lord deit on the Rude\\nFoull fall thame hes the wyte\\nFor it is ouirgane with a nude,.\\nOf murther and of saikles blude\\nAllace for leif to flyte.\\nScotland this blude hes first begun,\\nAnd lang in bludschedding hes run,\\nAne Patrone of mischeif:\\nThe rest at it beginnis to leir\\nAllace that pietie is to heir\\nI pray God send releif\\nFor innocets ar murtherit downe\\nwithout remors in land and towne,\\nQuhat leid may leif on lyfe\\nAnd thay hald gait I trow frahand\\nSir murther salbe in all land\\nOf Children man an wyfe.\\nThat seis als greit as Moyis stude\\nSail drowne ye warld of mais blude\\nQuhat mischeif do thay mene\\nZone cursit battell as I trow\\nQuhilk thay at Trent did all auow\\nThay think now to sustene.", "height": "3856", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 151\\nFor murtherars dois all considder\\nThay and ye Papists rynis togidder\\nThay ar ane blyssit pak.\\nAnd thair wer not a God abone\\nI wald be fleit I tell zow, sone\\nThat all suld gang to wrak.\\nBot sa lang as our God dois Ring\\nQuhilk salbe ay without ending\\nWe neid not for to feir.\\nThocht yai suld all rin by yair mynd\\nOur God to vs salbe sa kynd\\nThay sail vs neuer deir.\\nBot zit sen baith in France and heir\\nThay haue one butt as dois appeir\\nThat is to cut all doun,\\nThat Justice lufis and haitis vice\\nThairfoir my ladds of Leith be wice\\nZe ken zour warisoun.\\nI pray zow all be circumspect\\nZour enemeis dois not neglect\\nOccasiounis to ouirsyle zow,\\nAnd gif thay may, thay will not spair\\nOuther be foull play or be fair,\\nAgane zit to begyle zow.\\nZe haue mair neid thame now to feir\\nNor quhen thay come in feir of weir\\nDowne to the Gallow Ley\\nFor than ze knew thay wer zour fais\\nBot now tha} 7 cum in freinds clais\\nQuhilk is ane sairer sey.\\nI speik not this that ze suld stay\\nFrom zour Couentiou and zour day\\nOr ony wayis dissaue thame", "height": "3876", "width": "2212", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "152 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBot that ze may prouyde befoir\\nTo haue ane pyn for euery boir,\\nAnd to be richt war with thame.\\nZe knaw thair faith in tymes past\\nThairfoir luke that ze festin fast,\\nAnd tak gude tent about zow\\nFor trewly and ze be not wyse\\nZe sail not mys to se ane gyse\\nThat sail not weill content zow.\\nAnd zit I rid yame leaue yair tressou.\\nAnd euin be weill content of ressoun,\\nSen Fortoun with a Reill\\nHes wrocht thame ane vnabill charr\\nAnd blawin thame blind or thay wer warr\\nWith turnin of hir Quheill.\\nFor quhy befoir thay did pretend,\\nThe Quenis authoritie to defend,\\nTo gar men trow thay ludehir\\nHowbeit yai wald haif wist hir swou mad\\nIntil a bait vpo Lochlowmod\\nBut boddum air or Ruther.\\nThairfoir hir caus thay did procure\\nBecaus yai thocht yat scho was sure\\nAnd keipit to thair hand\\nBot zit sic farleis hes bene sene\\nThat Frace wil haif hir brocht hame Quene\\nAnd fred out of Ingland.\\nAnd gif that be I wald thay wist,\\nThat su of thame mon flit thair Kist,\\nFor all this brawling beir\\nBot sillie saulis thay ar sa daft\\nThay ken nathing 1 trow, bot craft\\nThay ar bot zit to leir.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 153\\nIT It wer ane pitie to begyle thame\\nI wald blind Jamie wald gang wile thame\\nThe moyane for till find\\nHow that yai micht eschew ye quene\\nAnd that thay micht (the parrel sene)\\nGo saill ane vther wynd.\\nZea thocht sum leuch and sum did dace,\\nQuhen thir blak tydingis come fra France\\nBlind Jamie tauld me ells.\\nThat quyetly yai news did fyk yame\\nAnd sum of thame dois euin mislyke thame\\nAls mekle as zoursells.\\nThairfoir I trow and thay be wyse,\\nThay sail leaue of thair Interpryse\\nAnd rather gre with zow\\nNor with the hous of Guyis to mell\\nQuha is als godles as thair sell\\nAnd kens thair gymps I trow.\\nfor get yat hous yair had abone yame\\nI wed my heid yat yai sal tone yame\\nAnd trym yame for thair triks\\nZe thay can think on auld done deids\\nFor brint barne the fyre ay dreids,\\nThay will not thole sic prikis.\\nI wald fane warne zow of al dagers\\nI coiisal zow be war with strangers\\nThat halds zow baith in hand,\\nI dreid ze ly lang be the eiris,\\nOr thay think time to end the weiris\\nAnd troubill in this land.\\nIF It wer gude gif ze culd aggre\\nAmang zour selfis and let thame be\\nZe may wit quhat I mene", "height": "3860", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "154 THE SEMP1LL BALLATES.\\nfor quhe yat stragers reuls zour roist\\nIt wilbe sure on Scotlands coist\\nAs hes bene hard and sene.\\n1T And wer ze weill aggreit I tell\\nThan Scotland micht do for the sell,\\nAnd set als lytill by thame\\nAs they do it for all thair power\\nthay wald be fane to seik zour fauour\\nAnd to zow als apply thame,\\nBot till aggre and ze delay\\nThan Scotland will be bot ane pray\\nAs will be schortly sene\\nTill gredie gormondis waitand on\\nQuhen thay may se occasion\\nTo rute zow all out clene.\\nFor sword and derth hes zow opprest\\nAnd also ze haue felt the Pest\\nBot zit few dois amend\\nThan desolatioun is the last,\\nOf Gods plagues quhe thir ar past,\\nQuhilk doutles he will send.\\nZea I foirspeik ceis not thir weiris,\\nThe tyme sail cum within few zeiris\\nThat nane of Scottis blude\\nIn Scotland dar him self auow,\\nMair nor in Jurie dois the Jow\\nFor feir of Natiounis rude.\\nThau sail zour pure posteritie\\nIn wandering wyde fra this coutrie\\nAmang all vther Natiounis\\nCry out and murne with woful cheir\\nThat pitie salbe for till heir,\\nThir kynd of exclamatiounis.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 155\\nAllace that euer thay wer borne,\\nThat dwelt in Scotland vs beforne\\nAnd loist vs sic ane land,\\nquhilk our forbears ans thocht ours\\nwith plesad castells townis towrs\\nAnd all things at command.\\nSum Lords sum Lairds su les degre\\nThair commoun welth and policie\\nAs ony Natioun had,\\nAnd now na Scottisman dar be thair\\nAllace quhat hart will not be sair\\nTo see Scottismen sa sad.\\nThan sail thay warie curse ban\\nThe murtherars yat yir weiris bega\\nQuhen Chronickles thay reid,\\nTha Edinburgh that Castell Strang\\nSail wareit be that stude sa lang\\nSic murther for to feid.\\nThairfor yir plaigs wald yai eschew\\nI counsall thame in tyme to rew\\nAnd thair mischeif repent\\nQuhilk gif thay do ze may aggre\\nBot otherwise na pace salbe\\nThocht ze thairto consent.\\nFor thocht that Saul wil Agag spair\\nZit God will haue his will but mair\\nFulfillit or he sace\\nGif this ze do not vnderstand\\nSpeir at John Durie or John Brad\\nThay will expone the place.\\nthocht murtherars says yat yai thrist blude\\nZit let na nobill me of gude\\nBe craft that was brocht on it", "height": "3860", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "156 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd rewis yat yai haif tane sic part,\\nRepenting trewly from thair hart\\nFeir, thocht Johne Knox expone it\\nBot gif yat thay grow proud heich.\\nAnd skar at zow as thay wer skeich,\\nAnd on na wayis will bow thame\\nLet yame pas on to thair defensis\\nIt salbe on thair awin expensis\\nOr all be done I vow thame\\nThan quhidder ze conuene or nocht.\\nKeip thir premissis in zour thocht\\nZe that of Leith ar barnis\\nThe abstinence drawis neir ane end,\\nThairfoir I pray zow now attend,\\nThink on Experience warnis,\\nIT F I N I s.\\nImprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpreuik.\\n1572.\\nXXX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 EJje lamentatto of tljeffiomouttte of Scotland\\n[Library of the Society of Antiquaries of London.]\\nUHAT thift, quhat reif, quhat murther, and\\noppression\\nQuhat saikless slauchter, quhat mortal me-\\nserie\\nQuhat pouertie, quhat derth and Tribulatioun\\nDois Ring be Grange all leidis on lyfe may se\\nThe schame is thyne, thocht we the sorrow drie\\nCurst Nemrod richt of Babilone the cheif,\\nWe Commounis all lowd vengeance cryis on the\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of all our greif.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 157\\nf We sillie pure anis quhair we wer wont to gang\\nWith Coillis and Cokillis with Fische and sicklyke wair,\\nUpon our bakis als mekill as we mieht fang\\nWith mirrie sang all tripping into pairis.\\nTo wyn our leuing in mercat at sic Fairis\\nNow we allace but reuth ar reft with theif,\\nHaue we ane lyart na baid bot all is thairis\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of all our reif.\\nIF Na vther lyfe we pure men bade of better\\nNor with our Naiggis to gane to Edigburgh sone,\\nWith Peittis, with Curuis and mony turfe of Hedder.\\nAy gat gude saill syne lap quhen we had done.\\nFor mirrynes and with the licht of Mone\\nWe wald ga hame but outlier fray or chace\\nQuhair now in sorrow fra dure to dure we clune,\\nBlaming thy tressoun of all our cair allace.\\nWe Coilzearis, Cadgearis, and Carteris in ane rout\\nBe bludie Wolfis that grange hes maid to steir,\\nOur hors is reft, our selfis ar doung but dout\\nQuhair we did trauell we dar not now appeir.\\nOut of our Ludge we tak of thame sic feir\\nThocht it wald vs ten thousand Crownis auance\\nWith morning Prayer we curse thame maid this we\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of our mischance.\\nAllace we Chapmen may with Creilmen murne\\nThay sillie men that brocht thair butter and egges\\nTo Edinburgh Croce and did na vther turne,\\nAnd we agane wald by ane Fraer of Fegges\\nBaith prenis aud nedillis and sell to land wart megges\\nThan micht we trauell quhair we dar not this day\\nBot lyis at hame, but meit, na drink bot dregges\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of all our fray.\\n11 Quhat wicht on lyfe will not vs pure pietie\\nThat wont to bring the woll, the skin, and hyde", "height": "3860", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "158 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nTo Edinburgh Towne in peice and Cheritie,\\nFra Selkirk, Hawik, and the partis of Clyde.\\nQuhair now allace in hoill and boir we byde\\nAs wratches werie the Corenothe we carpe\\nDar not keik out for Rebellis that dois ryde\\nBlaming thy tressoun of this our sorrow scharpe.\\nWe Tinklaris, Tailzeouris, we craftismen out of nuber\\nThat be our craft had ay ane honest lyfe,\\nWe wait of nocht bot mekill cair and cummer\\nOur Joy is turnit in wo and mortall stryfe.\\nAll our gay garmentis of sindrie fassounis ryfe\\nWe thame wedset our bodyis to sustene\\nNa work ado bot beg baith barne and wyfe\\nBlaming thy tressoun that causis vs complene\\nWe Merchandis all that with our Merchand pakkis\\nDid trauell ay, fra Towne to Towne, to Fairis\\nThow hes vs baneist. thow hes vs fleit fra crakkis\\nWe sit at hame na saill is to our wairis.\\nThocht we wald trauell thy reiffaris sa vs clairis\\nWith reif but reuth, but pietie with extortioun\\nBut mirth in meserie thay horribill houndis vs tairis\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of our oppressioun.\\nWe commounis all with cair we may lament\\nThat had sic peice sic rest and vnitie\\nAnd now allace ar rugit, reuin and rent\\nOur steidis are flowne, our cattell reft trewlie\\nWith weiping wallaway nane may we wyte bot the\\nThow Feind Infernall thow garris vs walk our so\\nQuhair we afoir did sleip richt quyetlie\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of all our wo.\\nBot sen with sith ze Cammounis do complene\\nWith sob full sair richt trewly sail I tell\\nI James Dalzell Indwellar in the Dene,\\nBe Grange smaikis I wait send be himsell", "height": "3860", "width": "2328", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 15.9\\nHes schot my wyfe throw birsket lyre and fell\\nScho greit with barne syne gaif the gaist with plane\\nThan cryit my bairnis with mony zout and zell\\nBlaming thy tressoun that had thair Mother slane\\nThay reuthles RufTeis but reuth with crueltie\\nDid slay my husband but caus into my sicht\\nDownie Ros be Name ane Cuitlar of craft trewlie\\nWith gunis him gord but mercy on the nicht\\nI and my bairnis sail craif Goddis plaigues ful richt\\nTo fall the grange thow cruell Cokadraill\\nWith fourtie ma nor did on Pharo licht\\nBlaming thy tressoun that causis vs bewaill\\nSen not but caus we wyte the of this wa\\nWith panefull pech, with mony grank and grane,\\nThe curse, the wareis, but blys fra top to ta\\nLat neuer thy freind se oucht of the bot schame.\\nWith cursit deith that mony man the blame\\nLucifer was heich, bot Lord thow threw him downe\\nSa will he the, thow graceles Grange be Name\\nBlaming thy tressoun with sorrow but Renowne.\\nO tenefull Tyrane, Gyant mekill but micht,\\nOf vitious deidis thow art the only Fontane\\nQuhairfra all vice but vertew springis full richt\\nAs dois the watter out of the Rok or Montane\\nWe pure sail cry with erie hartis fast dontane\\nTo the O God, to scurge this wickit wicht,\\nIn Just exempill to all the warld maist certane\\nBlaming thy tressoun the caus of all our plicht.\\nHad thow bene trew but tressoun to our Roy\\nAnd to his Regent, gaif the that hauld to keip,\\nAs thow did sweir, we had not had this noy\\nWe micht had peice, quhair now in weir we weip,\\nIn wo but weill, but plesure in pane sa deip\\nBe the Tratour, that Rebellis did ressaif", "height": "3872", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "160 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nInto that hauld with the thairin to creip\\nHa tressoun vntrew will gar ane widdie waif.\\n1F Now lat us all with hart and mynde vs dres\\nBaith euin and morne, richt law downe on our kne,\\nWith hyddeous schout all we baith mair and les\\nFor vengeance Just, with tene to fall on the.\\nO thow O Lord, and God in persoun thre\\nConsume this wratche with Brintstane fyre and thuder\\nThat persecuitis thy Sanctis with crueltie\\nHa tressoun vntrew ane tow will schaik in schundcr.\\nIF Preserue with micht fra slicht of fais defend\\nOur King gude Lord, and als his Regent eik\\nLat neuer thair micht, but richt, with hand ay bend\\nHaue strenth or power thame for to hurt or wreik.\\nWe thy pure liegis sail pray and als beseik\\nTo send the grace, lang space in weilfair wend\\nThat we may se the puneis vice but meik\\nInd tressoun all sessoun with this we mak ane end.\\nFINIS.\\nIT Imprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nANNO. DO. M.D. LXXII.\\n^jt^Mjj", "height": "3860", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 161\\nXI J3L\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Wit lamentation of latrg Scotland corn^\\npgltt be fjtr self, speiftmg in matter of ane\\nISpistle, in tfje Jttonetfj of JHarejje, tire jeir of\\n\u00c2\u00aeotrl572* H^)(*)(^i\\n[Library of the Faculty of Advocates, Edinburgh. Scot-\\nish Poems of the Sixteenth Century, collected by John\\nGraham Daly ell, Edinburgh 1801. I now find that there\\nis also in the Library of the Faculty of Advocates, Edin-\\nburgh a copy of No. X. (page 50) Ane Tragedie, in the\\nforme of ane Diallog betuix Honour, Gude fame, c]\\nIT 2To tfc 3Ruf)t llonourabill antf go\u00c2\u00bbIp ICeimtt \u00c2\u00a9entilman, tfa ICatrtr of 3Bttne,\\n(3of)n ferine,) Jfilmtster of SoMts SKHortf, antJ Superintendent of\\nf)ts fcirfe, in ^Ingous, Jtflernts, fcc, 3ft. f)(s fiumbill Seruant. S.\\nf|0 quhome suld I my Rurall veirse direct\\nBot vnto him that can thame weill correct\\nBefoir quhome suld this mater ga to licht,\\nBot to ane faithfull Godly Christin Knicht\\nTo quhome can I this lytill throuch propyne,\\nBot vnto ane of Excellent Ingyne\\nNot for the termes, nor for the worthynes\\nOf ony thing that I do heir expres\\nBot for becaus I aucht, of bound dewtie\\nTo dedicat to him sum Noueltie.\\nGo, bill, than, to the Laird of Dune I send the\\nBeseiking him to tak his pen and mend the.\\nMend the, (alaik) quhy suld he tak that pane\\nTo sicht the ones, it will bot vex his brane.\\nFor as, in sum Schyre, thair is bot ane myre,\\nQuhilk is ouir all, that man and beist dois tyre\\nSa into the, he sail bot ane fault find,\\nQuhilk is ouir all, befoir, and als behind.\\nZit not the les I knaw him sa discreit,\\nGif he mend not thy veirse and haulting feit,\\nZit at the leist sa surely he will byde the,\\nThat Poets nane sail se the to diryde the.\\n11", "height": "3860", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "162 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nPas on, than, bauldly, and to him deploir\\nThis present stait fair weill I say no moir.\\nE\\\\}t Hamentatioun of Hatjg Scotland, See.\\n|E vapnrs wak, and watters in the air\\nZe Seyis sa deid ze fludis and fontanis fair\\nHeir my complaint to zow my cace I mene.\\nThat ze may wellis gif to my febill Ene,\\nTo testifie with teiris my wofull cace,\\nAnd with zour murning weid absconse my face.\\nIT My husband, deir gude Johne, the Comoun weill,\\nTo quhonie I did all my affairis reueill,\\nAs he to me did in our faithfull dayis,\\nBut fraude, or gyle, or tressoun ony wayis\\nThan, lusty, gay, and flurisching wer we,\\nTrew faithfull Children he begat on me.\\nSic lufe and faith to vther thay did beir,\\nThat thay knew not quhat beist was Ciuile weir.\\nMy heid wald not disdane my leggis and feit,\\nMy Eine foirsaw all perrallis micht me meit.\\nMy hands and armes, ay reddy to defend me,\\nTo snib my children gif thay did offend me.\\nMy body was weill cled with Policie,\\nMy Hat was of Justice and Equitie.\\nMy Coller, of trew Mchtbour lufe it was,\\nWeill prenit on with Kyndnes and solas.\\nMy Gluiffis wer of fre Liberalitie,\\nMy Sleiffis wer of to borrow and len glaidlie\\nMy Lais and Mailzeis of trew parmanence,\\nMy Stomak maid was of clene Conscience\\nMy waist was gyrdit with Sobrietie,\\nMy Leggs and feit schod with Simplicitie\\nMy hart was haill, my stomach weill disposit\\nOf peice and rest my Bowellis wer composit.\\nQuhat wald ze moir Schir commoun-weill and I\\nHeld hous lang tyme bot Sathan had Inuy", "height": "3852", "width": "2348", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 163\\nTo se vs so than callit he Seditioun,\\nWith piyde his Sone, to quhome he gaif comissioun,\\nTo tak with thame discord, and Nichtbour feid,\\n(Efter, I mene, that our gude bairnis wer deid,)\\nTo poysoun me with thair Infectit cryme,\\nWith sum of my awin children of this tyme,\\nOf quhilks I pray the Lord God mak me fre\\nAmbitioun will not lat thame aggre.\\nThir mony zeiris thay haue me disconfortit,\\nI trauell zit as I had thame aduortit\\nThe malice greit that ilk to vther beiris,\\nDois ryfe my bowells with thair Ciuile weiris\\nSair boistit thay my husband commounweill,\\nAnd maid thair vowis and aithis him for to Keill.\\nIn ony part quhair thay him with me fand\\nQuhairfoir, for feir, he fled from me Scotland.\\nAway, sum sayis, to Yeneis is he gone,\\nOr to the Swisches, as thay do suppone,\\nQuhair he is saif from danger, hurt, or skaith\\nHeir wald he deit of cauld and hounger baith.\\nThus am I left as wedow in distres,\\nFor commounweill; my bairnis left Fatherles.\\n1F Children I had, in all vertewis perfyte,\\nTo peice and Justice was thair haill delyte.\\nSum of displesure deit for wo, and cair\\nSum wyrreit was, and blawin in the air\\nAnd sum in Stirling schot was to the deid,\\nThat mair was geuin to peice nor Ciuile feid.\\nBot ane was slane, vnto my skaith and schame,\\nBecaus he socht to fetche my husband hame\\nHe was my deir and best belouit Sone\\nAll that he did, for my weilfair was done.\\nLyke ane gude Medciner, or gude Syruge,\\nOf euill humouris, he did my body purge.\\nQuhat wald ze moir sen James in Falkland deit,\\nNane for my weill sa weill with me aggreit,\\nNor zit sa weill did lufe Schir Commounweill,\\nNor vnto me bure sic ane feruent zeill.", "height": "3860", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "164 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nMurdreist he was in Lythgow tratrouslie\\nThe murtherars vnto my heid did fle,\\nQuhair thay tuik hald, and zit dois hald thame fast,\\nAnd ay sensyne my heid hes bene agast.\\nFor quhy throw falset and Subtillitie,\\nThay chaist away Justice, and Equitie\\nFor laik of quhilks, my heid dois wark and zaik,\\nAnd all my body trymbill dois and schaik\\nFor quhen the heid is seik, the Prouerb is,\\nThat all the members be the worse, I wis.\\nH My claiths ar reuin, that pietie is to se\\nParticular weill hes spuilzeit policie.\\nMy Co.ller rent is be Dame Fremitnes,\\nThe Prenis thairof ar reft be sad Nysenes\\nDame Nigartnes my Gluifis hes hint away,\\nTak for himself my Sleifis dois reist and stay.\\nMy Lace and Mailzeis tane be variance,\\nMy Stomak worne is be dissimulance\\nMy belt is cuttit of pure Gluttonie,\\nMy leggs and feit now schod with Pouertie\\nMy hart is seik, my stomach keipis na meit,\\nMy bo wells Rumbills, as thay wald vther eit.\\nNow, for to couer all this vilannie,\\nAne Cloik thay gif me of authoritie.\\nAuthor i tie (alaik) na les thay mene,\\nFor thay desyre neuer to se thair Quene\\nBot that thay may in hir Name bruik offices,\\nWith power to cleik vp the benefices.\\nNane I excuse on ather syde; for quhy\\nIlk ane his awin hous seikis to edify,\\nAnd nane dois cair for Commounweill ane prene.\\n1F I grant I had ane Douchter was ane Quene,\\nBaith gude and fair, gentill and Liberall,\\nDotit with vertewis and wit Naturall\\nPrignant in Spreit, in all things honourabill,\\nLusty, gude lyke, to all men fauourabill.\\nSchamefull to euill, baith honest, meik, and law\\nThir vertewis all, scho had quhyls scho stude aw", "height": "3860", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 165\\nOf God Eterne, as of hir Gouernour,\\nAnd quhen scho did regaird hir hie Honour.\\nBot at the last throw filthy speiche and counsell,\\nThat scho did heir of sum curst Kittie vnsell,\\nEra scho gaif eir to sic vyle bawderie,\\nGod, Schame, and honour, scho forzet all thre.\\nIt wer to lang the vices to reheirse,\\nQuhairin from thyne scho did hir self exerce.\\nThe Reider wald thame think maist Insolent,\\nBot I thame leif, becaus thay ar Recent\\nFor quhilks scho was thocht vnworthy to Ring,\\nAne Crowne to bruik, or ony Royall thing.\\nSa all my Children, with hir awin consent,\\nDeposit hir in oppin Parliament.\\nThan wald scho that thay suld hir awin sone crowne,\\nQuhilk thing thay did sa Syce vp and Sink downe\\nGod saue his grace for quhy the same is he\\nIn me that hes the trew authoritie.\\nPraisit be God, I haue fre at command,\\nThat fair zoung Prince in Stirling, my richt hand.\\nWer not in hope I leif to se that day,\\nThat he sail purge thir foull humouris away,\\nAnd me restoir agane vnto my helth,\\nZea, caus my Children fiuriscne in all welth.\\nWer not he is brocht vp in all gude thing\\nAffeiring to ane Godly Prince and King,\\nBe gude Lord Deddy my trew faithfull freind,\\nCum of ane race of men to me maist kynd.\\nFor Lady Minnie, I dar tak in hand,\\nHappy is he hes sic ane Gouernand.\\nWer not thir things that maks me leif in hope\\nAt libertie to se this Lyoun scope\\nOne day to Rore, and Ramp vpon his ibis,\\nTo bring thame law, that now sa proudly gois\\nWer not thir thingis, I say, and vtheris mo,\\nI wald dispair, and die for pane and wo.\\nTo zow Vapouris, and watters in the air,\\nAnd seyis sa deip, I downe my plaint d eclair", "height": "3876", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "166 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nZe seyis, I say, gif passage, and ze can,\\nTill sum feithfull to bring hame my gudeman.\\nIT And ze, my Kirk, my Faithfull Mother deir,\\nThat purgit art of Channoun, Monk, and Freir,\\nOf Papist Priest, Papist and Papistrie,\\nBot not, allace, clene of Hypocrasie,\\nOf auarice, pryde, and ambitioun,\\nThocht ze haue left all Superstitioun.\\nI grant the word of God is trewlie Preichit,\\nAnd in the schuills Exercise trewlie teichit\\nZit, sayis the Commounis, ze do not zour office,\\nFor upaland thay hane not dew seruice.\\nThe rowmis appointit pepill to confidder\\nTo heir Gods word, quhair thay suld pray togidder,\\nAr now conuertit in scheip Coits and Fauldis,\\nOr ells ar fallin, becaus nane thame vphauldis.\\nThe Parische Kirks, I mene, thay say misgyde,\\nThat nane for wynd and rane thairin may byde.\\nThairfoir na plesure tak thay of the tempill,\\nNor zit to cum, quhair nocht is to contempill,\\nBot Crawis and Dowis cry and and makand beir,\\nThat nane throuchly the Minister may heir\\nBaith Fedders, Fylth, and Doung, dois ly abrod,\\nQuhair folk suld sit to heir the word of God\\nQuhilk is occasioun to the aduersaryes,\\nTo mok and scorne sic things befoir zour eyes.\\nThus to disclane the hous of Orisoun,\\nDois mak folk cauld to thair Deuotioun;\\nAnd als thay do disdane to heir Gods word,\\nThinking the same to be ane Jesting bourd,\\nThay go to labour, drinking, or to play,\\nAnd not to zow vpon the Sabboth day\\nSo thay prouoke the wraith of God, allace,\\nQuhilk hes maid me to fall in this distres.\\nZit suld I not blame zow, that sic dois perische,\\nBot Lords and Lairds, Comouns of ilk Parische,\\nThe quhilk wer wont for to caus euerie pleuch,\\nIn rphalding the Kirk, to pay aneuch.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 1G7\\nTo do the same, ze suld thame zit exhort,\\nTogidder that thay suld the pure support.\\nThe Prouerb is, of Palice, Kirk, and brig,\\nBetter in tyme to beit, nor efter to big.\\nZe Collegis and Uniuersitie,\\nThat to all vthers suld exempill be,\\nI se zour tempills cassin downe and reuin,\\nThe maist part are bot theikit with the heuin.\\nThis quhilk to zow I do sa planely wryte,\\nThe Commounis speiks of zow, and dois bakbyte.\\nAmend sic things, I humblie zow beseik,\\nAnd dit the mouths of thame that sa dois speik.\\nMaking zour lyfis and Conuersatiouns\\nTo preiche and teiche lyke vnto zour persouns.\\nIt suld be ze, Mother, suld me Instruct\\nIt suld be ze, to Christ suld me conduct.\\nIt suld be ze, suld schaw me the richt way,\\nHow I suld serue my God baith nicht and day\\nIt suld be ze, that suld do diligence\\nFor to aggre this Ciuile difference.\\nIt suld be ze, throw Preiching, suld me mufe\\nTo Cheritie and freindly Nichtbour lufe.\\nIt suld be ze, that suld gif gude exempill\\nOf lyfe and warks to thame dois zow contempill.\\nIt suld be ze, that suld be at all tyme\\nClene without spot, and purgit of all cryme.\\nIt suld be ze, Mother, it suld be ze,\\nTo quhome the pepill suld giue eir and Ee\\nIt suld be ze, schortly, I say no moir,\\nThat to all vertewis suld zow Indeuoir.\\nIF And ze, my Barrouns and Nobilitie,\\nThat dois oppres my pure Communitie,\\nQuhair is zour wit, zour ressoun, sence, and feill,\\nTo ne away my husband Commounweill,\\nQuhat haue ze wyn sensyne, lat se zour ganis\\nGar pryse zour proffeit esteme zour panis.\\nThe panis, I wait, the proffeit will surmont\\nA greit daill moir nor ze can mak zour compt.", "height": "3876", "width": "2156", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "168 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nI find, sensyne the Zow hes borne the bell,\\nWyfis Maisters bene in geuing haill Counsell.\\nTo Lords and Lairds I speik generallie,\\nAs may be sene, allace, ouir weill on me.\\nHwine, Huntly, Grange, and all ze of that syde,\\nBehald now how ze do the mater gyde,\\nTo caus my Sisters France Ingland scorne zow.\\nThat walterars of Courts ze lat suborne zow\\nZit ze and thay did sweir with aithis conding,\\nAnd did subscryue to be trew to the King.\\nIn takin quhairof with all ze did aggre,\\nTo Crowne and place him in authoritie.\\nGif ze wirk weill, zour deids ane day will schaw,\\nFor raising fyre aganis my actis and law,\\nIn halding towns and strenths zour King aganis,\\nPutting the rest of zour brether to panis\\nQuhome I excuse not, as I said befoir,\\nFor I persaif ambitioun and vane gloir,\\nAnd gredynes to reule, dois blind zow baith,\\nQuhilk dois redound to my greit hurt and skaith.\\nZour tennents plenzeis, that thay ar opprest\\nBe zow and zours, that dois thame soir molest;\\nZe hicht yair maills, yair pleuchs ze dowbil on yame\\nThay tyne thair tyme at sic things to opone yame\\nFor na rest will ze get into zour raggs,\\nGif sum sect knaw that thay haue geir or baggs.\\nZour Nichtingaills will sing sa in zour eiris,\\nThat ze sail nichtly haue Domestik weiris.\\nZone carle, (quod scho), my Joy, dois beinly dwell,\\nAnd all prouisioun hes within himsell,\\nIn barne or byre, in hall, Girnell and Seller\\nHis wyfe weiris weluot on hir Gowne and Coller;\\nThay ar sa riche, that thay do vs misknaw\\nThan better sone to drug, nor lait to draw.\\nSone is his Gersum hichtit, and his Maillis\\nHim self growis waik, his geir and houshald faillis\\nQuhair sic wer wont to haue Guse, Cok, and Hen,\\nBreid, drink, and bedding, to treit honest men,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 169\\nNow drink thay Mylk and Swaits in steid of Aill,\\nAnd glaid to get Peis breid and watter Cai]l\\nQuhair sic wer wont to ride furth to the weir,\\nWith Jak and Sword, gude hors, Knapscall speir\\nQuhair sic wer wont brauely to mak thame bowne,\\nWith Lord or Laird to ryde to Bnrrowis towne\\nQuhair sic wer wont at all Games to be reddy,\\nTo schuit or loup, for to exerce thair body\\nNow mon thay wirk and labour, pech and pant,\\nTo pay thair Maisters Maillis exhorbitant.\\nRyue out the Mures, the bestialls gers intak\\nThay ar sa waik thay do w not beir a Jak,\\nAnd gets waik bairns, euill nureist, in distres\\nSa be sic wayis my Commouns dois dicres.\\nMy torment sair constrynis me this to speik\\nNa inerwell quhy, for I am wondrous seik.\\nBeseiking zow my seiknes to remeid,\\nQuhilk may be done, ceissing zour Ciuile feid.\\nTo follow Christ and his Commandement,\\nQuha said, befoir his last department,\\nIlk one lufe vther with sic freindly lufe,\\nThat ze may be the bairnis of God abufe,\\nAnd cleith zow with fair Garments clene quhyte,\\nWithout malice, coutentioun, or dispyte,\\nAganis my criming, quhilk trewly salbe,\\nQuhen ze leist wene, in twinkling of an Ee.\\nThus said the Lord to zow, and to all men,\\nThat be thir marks thay sail Gods children ken.\\nHeirfoir, my Nobills, seik peice, do that ze can\\nTo follow Christ, and chais away Sathan,\\nWith his Supposts, and all that taks in hand,\\nFor to diuorse me from my gude husband.\\nIT Now ze, my Burges, Craftis, Merchand men,\\nAnd ze my Commounis, with my hynd zemen,\\nTo zow I haue sum purpois for to say,\\nHow, quhen, and quhy, my husband fled away.\\nFirst thair come in lurkand vpon zour gait,\\nPryde and Inuy, with falset and dissait.", "height": "3860", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "170 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThir four socht ludgeing all the towne about,\\nQuhat sulci thay seik, lang tyme thay lay thairout.\\nTill ane Zule euin, zour wyfes to counsall went\\nThan spak ane Lawers wyfe, baith trym and gent\\nCumers, (qood scho), it is pietie to se\\nFolk in a towne for cauld and hounger die\\nIt is mair schame in Burgh for to se beggers,\\nNor is it skaith in Crawmont to want dreggers\\nQuhairof dois serue our greit cheir and fair bigging,\\nBot for to help the pure that gais a thigging\\nQuhairof dois serue our husbands gold and rent,\\nBot to sustene the pure and Indigent\\nZit lat vs ludge zone twa that gais befoir,\\nPryde and Inuy, gif we will do no moir.\\nAnd gif our husbands speirs quhy did. we so,\\nAnswer we may, we left them vther two.\\nNow gif ze pleis Cummers, I sail begin\\nThis same cauld nicht to tak ane of thame in.\\nWe knaw thame not, (quod thay) bot tak ze ane,\\nWe must not leif the vther bird alane.\\nSa thay did skaill and scho tuke with hir Pryde\\nAnd on the morne scho come furth lyke ane bryde,\\nWith hir new Gaist als proud as ane Paycok,\\nAnd in hir hart scho did hir Cummers mok\\nQuhilk quhen thay saw, with speid thay ran in hy,\\nAnd for dispyte amangs thame ludgit Inuy,\\nIn counterfeiting hir in all kin things,\\nCourche, Coller, Cloik, Belt, Braislets Rings.\\nThen wox the Lawers wyfe richt proude in hart;\\nBot zit hir Cummers callit scho apart,\\nSaying, Cummers, quhat is the caus, and quhy,\\nThat, in dispyte of me, ze treit Inuy\\nBecaus, (quod thay), that ze alone tuik Pryde,\\nAnd thocht that we suld not marche zow besyde.\\nThairfoir we thocht in that point ze did wrang vs.\\nAggre, (quod scho), and ludge thame baith amang vs.\\nQuhilk thing thay did, and all did condiscend\\nTo treit and keip thame to the warlds end.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 171\\nThus hes zour wyfia thir twa tane to be thairs,\\nAnd left the vther twa for zoivrs affairs.\\nQuhilk seing ze and zour wairs gros and grof,\\nAnd with zour wyfis thir two so muche maid of;\\nZe gros geir left, and went for wyne and spyces,\\nFrenche claith and silks for to cleith vp thir vyces\\nQuhilks for to out with dowbill met and mesure,\\nThe vther tway ze ludgeit at thair plesure.\\nQuhat wald ze moir ze wait weill quhat I mene\\nDisluge thame now, and chais thame from zow clene.\\nH Ze Hammer men, ze that maks sehois claith s,\\nZe treit thir twa with mony manesworne aiths\\nAnd ze lykewise, all Crafts in Generall,\\nAlaik, I feill zow to thame bound and thrall\\nMairouir, zour drinking Extraordinair\\nMaks of zour wyfis and biarns euill to fair\\nQuhen ze wald drink in hous, ze may be bauld\\nTo do the same at hame with zour houshauld.\\nAll byganis mend in tyme to cum, luik ze\\nBegyle na man, bot wirk zour wark trewlie.\\nIT To yow, my Commouns, quhat mair can I say\\nI pietie yow as far forth as I may\\nNow pure ze ar, zit purer wald ze be\\nFor vsing proud pure Prodigalitie.\\nThair is na Lord nor Laird in all this land,\\nBot ze man counterfait in claiths fra hand,\\nFra top to ta, thocht ze suld beg and borrow.\\nJohne, ga your way, for it will not be for zow\\nZe suld your ground grube with Simplicitie,\\nAnd mak your claiths conforme to your degre.\\nBot ye, your wyfe and bairns, can tak na rest,\\nWithout ye counterfait the worthyest\\nBuft brawlit hois, Coit, Dowblet, sark and scho,\\nZour wyfe and bairns conforme mon be thairto.\\nLeif of, and leirne your bairns to saw and teill\\nSic doings chaist away the Commounweill.\\nAll thir foirfalts that I haue done reheirs,\\nThat Lords, Lairds, Ladys k Lawers dois exerce,", "height": "3860", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "172 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nKirk, Burges, Merchand Comouns Crafts and all,\\nHes haill the wyte of this my wofull fall.\\nAmend heirfoir, and call to God for Grace,\\nBeseiking him to gif vs rest and peace\\nIn our lyfe tyme, that we may trewly knaw\\nAne God Eterne, ane Faith, ane King, ane Law\\nAnd at the last to bring vs to his gloir,\\nTo King with him in blys for euer moir. Amen.\\nWtyz Cotxclustoun e 3ft. to all anti gum.\\nIT All that this reids, the mater sad will think\\nSum that this heiris, I wait, will discommend it\\nThocht all and sum heir at partly do schrink,\\nZit sory I that thay suld be ofFendit\\nHeirfoir, I wald that this wer blythlie endit.\\nFor to mak all or sum lauch at the last,\\nThan all and sum sail heir, in tyme bypast,\\nQuhen Fornicatioun haldin was na cryme,\\nHow that sum Prelats did walk, pray and fast,\\nAnd serue in Kirk according to that tyme.\\nIF A Prelat ane day in his bed, to sport him,\\nDid clap his lufe with kissis soft and sweit\\nIn this meane tyme, thair was, to recomfort him,\\nPeirtryks and pleuers pyping on the speit.\\nThan vp he rais, and maid him for thame meit,\\nWith gude quhyte wyne and all the partinence.\\nQuhen he had tane this on his Conscience,\\nHe gaif ane greit pech, lyke ane weill fed stirk,\\nOch Lord, (quod he), now gif me patience\\nQuhat stres thoill we to serue thy haly Kirk\\nFINIS.\\n11 Imprentit at Sanctandrois Be Robert Lekpreuik,\\n1572.", "height": "3856", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 173\\nXXXM\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nz nefo Ballet get out he arte fugttiue\\nSeottfeman tfjat fleti out of ^arts at ttjte lait\\nJ urtljer*\\n[Geoege Daniel s Collection, now in the possession of Henry\\nHuth Esq., 30 Princes Gate, London. The Philo-\\nbiblon Society Ancient Ballads and Broadsides, pub-\\nlished in England in the Sixteenth Century, chiefly in\\nthe earlier years of the reign of Queen Elizabeth. Ee-\\nprinted from the Unique Original Copies, mostly in\\nBlack-letter, preserved in the Library of Henry Huth,\\nEsq., London. Printed by Whittingham and Wilkins\\n1867. A Collection of Seven ty-Nine Black-letter\\nBallads and Broadsides, printed in the Eeign of Queen\\nElizabeth, between the years 1559 and 1597. Published\\nby Joseph Lilly, London 1867.]\\n[OW Katherine de Medicis hes maid sic a gyis,\\nTo tary in Paris the papistes ar tykit,\\nAt Bastianesbrydell howbeit scho denyis,\\nGiue Mary slew Hary, it was not vnlykit\\nZit a man is nane respectand this number,\\nI dar not say wemen hes wyte of this cummer.\\nZone mask the Quene Mother hes maid thame in France,\\nWas maikles and saikles, and schamfully slane,\\nBot Mary conuoyit and come with ane dance,\\nQuhill princes in sences was fyrit with ane trane\\nBaith tressonabill murtheris the ane and the vther,\\nI go not in masking mair with the Quene Mother.\\n1f Italianes ar tyranis, and tressonabill tratoris\\nFor gysours, deuysours, the Guysianis ar gude\\nBot Frenche men ar trew men, and not of thair natouris;\\nThan, Charlie, I farlie thow drank thy awin blude,\\nI wyte bot thy mother wit, wemen ar vane,\\nI greis neir to Ganzelon, nor grit Charlie Mane.", "height": "3860", "width": "2160", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "174\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIF Thy style was Treschristien, maist Cristen King,\\nBaith hiest and friest, and neist the impyre\\nBot now Prouest Marschell in playing this spring,\\nAnd ressoun for tressoun prouokis God to ire\\nBeleuis thow this trumprie sail stablische thy style\\nOar God is not deed, zit be doand an quhyle.\\nIF Suppois that the Papistes denysit this at Trent,\\nTo ding vs and bring vs with mony lowd lauchter,\\nWith sic cruell murther is Christ sa content,\\nTo take the and make the ane Sanct for our slauchter\\nAlbeit he correct vs, and scurge vs in ire,\\nBe war with the wand syne he wapis in the fyre.\\nIT For better is pure men nor princes periurit,\\nBaith schameles and fameles, we find thame sa fals\\nWith sangis lyke the seryne our lyfis thow allurit\\nOuirsylit vs, begylit vs, with baitis in our hals\\nOr as the fals fowler, his fang for to get,\\nDeuoiris the pure volatill he wylis to the net.\\nIT In His nor in Orknay, in Ireland Oneill,\\nThay dar not, thay gar not thair lieges be stickit\\nSolyman, Tamerlan, nor yit the mekle Deill,\\nProud Pharao, nor Nero, was neuer sa wickit\\nN outlier Turk nor Infidell vsis sic thing,\\nAs be their awin burreo, being ane king.\\nIT Baith auld men and wemen, with babis on thair breist,\\nNot luking nor huking, to hurll thame in Sane,\\nAll beand murdreist downe, quhat do ze neist\\nProcessioun, confession, and vp Mes agane\\nProud King Antiochus was sum tyme als haly,\\nAnd yet our God guschit out the guttis of his belly.\\nThy syster thou maryit, thy saces was sour,\\nSic cuikrie for luikrie was euill interprisit\\nZe maid vs the Reid Freiris, and rais in an hour,", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 175\\nAbhorring na gorring that micht be deuisit\\nThou playit the fals hypocreit fenzeing the fray,\\nBut inwart ane rageing wolf waitand thy pray.\\nThat France was confidderat with Scotland I grant,\\nBaith actit, contractit and keipit in deid\\nThe kyndnes of cutthrottis we cure not to want,\\nDenyis thame, defyis thame, and al thair fals seid\\nIt was bot with honest men we maid the band,\\nAnd thou lies left leifand bot few in that land.\\nOur faith is not warldly, we feir not thy braulis,\\nThocht hangmen ouirgang men, for gaddaring ourgeir;\\nZe kill bot the carcase, ze get not our saulis,\\nNot douting our shouting is hard in Goddis eir\\nThe same God from Pharo defendit his pepill,\\nAnd not zone round Bobene that standis in zour stepill.\\nIT Now, wyse Quene Elizabeth, luik to yourself,\\nDispite them, and wryte thame ane bill of defyance\\nThe Papistis and Spanzards hes partit zour pelf,\\nAs newly and trewly was tald me thir tythance\\nBeleue thay to land heir, and get vs for nocht,\\nWill ze do as we do, it sal be deir bocht.\\nGiue pleis God we gre sa, and hald vs togidder,\\nBaith surely and sturely, and stoutly gainstand thame;\\nThey culd not weill conqueis vs, culd ze considder,\\nFor ourmenare dour men, and likis weill to land thame;\\nQuhen Cesar himself was chaist, haue ze forzet,\\nAnd baith the realmes be aggreit, tak that thay get.\\nIf For better it is to fecht it, defendant our lyfis,\\nWith speir men and weir men, and ventour our sellis,\\nNor for to se Frenchemen deflorand our wyfis,\\nDisplace vs, and chace vs, as thay haue done ellis\\nI meane quhen the Inglismen helpit at Leith,\\nAnd gart thame gang hame agane spyte of thair teith.", "height": "3876", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "176 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n1F I cannot trow firmely that Frenchmen ar cummen,\\nPersayfand thame haifand thamesehis into parrell\\nThe Lord sane Elizabeth, thair ane gude woman,\\nThat cauldly and bauldly debait will our quarrell\\nWith men and with money, baith armour and graith,\\nAs scho hes befoir tyme defendit this Faith.\\nThocht France for thair falset be drownit in dangeris,\\nFor causis and pausis thay plait into Pareis,\\nZit we ar in war estait, waitand on strangeris,\\nNot gyding, deuyding our awin men from Mareis\\nSo weid the calf from the corn, calk me thair dures,\\nAnd slay or ze be slane, gif sic thing occures.\\nBot how can ze traist thame that trumpit zow ellis,\\nDecoir thame, do for thame, or foster thair seid\\nAnd thay may anis se thair time, tent to zoursellis,\\nBaith haitfull, dissaitfull, ze deill with in deid\\nAnis wod and ay the war, wit quhat ze do,\\nAnd mak thame fast in the ruit gif thay cum to.\\nGod blis zow, my br ether, and biddis zow gud nicht,\\nObey God, go say God, with prayer and fasting,\\nChrist keip this pure ile of ouris in the auld richt,\\nDefend vs and send vs the life euerlasting\\nThe Lord send vs quyetnes, and keip our zoung king,\\nThe Quene of Inglands Maiestie, and lang mot thai ring.\\nf Finis, quod Simpell.\\nf Imprintit at Sanctandrois, be Robert Lekpriuik.\\nAnno Do. 1572.", "height": "3852", "width": "2364", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 177\\nXXXIIff fte g t$t of tlje dastel of lEtutxtmrgt\\n[British Museum, London. A Facsimile Eeprint in Black\\nLetter with a Prefatory Notice by David Constable, Ad-\\nvocate, Edinburgh. Sm. 4to, (twenty-five copies printed),\\nLondon, 1813. Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century,\\nCollected by John Graham Daly ell, Edinburgh, 1801.]\\njUSCHMET of Beruik mak zow for the gait\\nTo ring zour clrumis rank zour me of weir\\nAddres zour armour boud zow for debait\\nWith sound of trupet mak zour steids to steir\\nSen ze are freikes that weil dar fecht but feir.\\nAs for exampill we haue sene zow ellis,\\nLyk as the last tym that zour Camp come heir\\nLend vs ane bourroulg of zour auld blak bellis.\\nZour camp conuoyit but cumer throw the land\\nIn gude array and rewlit by thair rank.\\nReddie to pas as plesit us command,\\nThrow all our bounds to the west sey bank.\\nThocht sum me say ze serue bot lytill thank\\nSuppose occatioun cum first of thame sellis,\\nAs thay haue brouin y* bargane sa thay drank\\nAnd re wis y e tyme y t euer thay saw zour bellis.\\nI will repeit na poleceis put doun,\\nSen plesit God that we aggrie to giddir.\\nExcept thay crak thair credence to tho Crou.\\nThan fair weil thay the find resseue the fldder\\nGod saue hir G. that will our cause considder\\nAnd as I dout not will ourdryue thir dangeris\\nAs scho befoir tyme send hir forces hidder\\nTo keip yis coiitrie cline fra forrane strageris.\\nTo call to mynd hir mony fauld gude dedis,\\nFirst scho reformit the fals Idolatrie,\\nI am in dout in ony realme quha redis.\\nOf sa lang tyme with sic tranquillitie,\\nSic faithful justice with ciuillitie.\\nSic frendschip keipit to hir fais sa lang.\\n12", "height": "3852", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "178 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nScotland may say for oure utilitie.\\nThat neuer ane bettir prince in Inglad rang.\\nThat beand done scho did conferme a pace,\\nAnd maid tha freindis yt lag tyme had bene fois\\nWith stancheig bludesched wes not eith to ceice\\nThat men may pas not sperand quhair he gois\\nSyne at the sege of Leith scho sparit ane pois\\nAnd dang the frenchme quhilk we docht not do\\nQuhill hame thay past in spyt of all thair nois\\nWith lose of men and left munitioun to.\\nQuhat toung hes langage to declair at lenth\\nThair greit artalzerie nor thair men of weir.\\nFrance wes not able to withstand thair strenth\\nFor powder, and bullet, bowis, and uther geir\\nQuhat chargis wes hir schipis at, may I speir,\\nSurmonting fiftie hunder thowsand frankis,\\nAnd zit for all the graith hir grace send heir,\\nIngraitfull people gaue hir lytill thankis.\\nOur Regent slane syne as I said befoir\\nStryfe and contentioun rais in to the land.\\nTreasoun, inuy, did uertue sa deuoir,\\nQuhill all wes done as murthour did comand.\\nWes nan sa stout durst tak the steir on hand\\nSa has the cause bene quat wer not for shame.\\nQuhil we sic frendschip furth of Ingland fand\\nThay send ane army heir with Leuenox hame.\\nConuoyt with Drurie duchtelie in deid.\\nAnd as I hoip mair haist wes neuer done.\\nTo Glasg w past with mony trapit steid\\nThair skalit the sege releuit the castell sone.\\nDoun to Dunbartane on the morne at none,\\nHe raid bot few not fering thame agane him.\\nZit of that parrell I prayse the Lord abone,\\nHe chapit weill fra uillanis wald hauc slane him.", "height": "3844", "width": "2364", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 179\\nThat panefull progres I think ill to tell,\\nSen thay ar bo wit and bruderit in our band,\\nBot at this present tyme exem zour sell,\\nQuhat comfort hes thair Quene send to this land.\\nIs not the cannones cum at zour comand,\\nStrecht to distroy the tratouris wald ouir gang us\\nCommonis may crye lang mot that frendschip stand\\nAnd blis hir banis sic blythnes broucht amang us.\\nAt Leith thay landit harmeles in the Heuin,\\nWith powder and bullet gunne and uther geir,\\nDrest all thair platfurmes into dayis seuin,\\nNot laiking na thing that belangit to weir.\\nSum workmen had we or the camp come heir,\\nJacques Gelliam gangand lyke ane besy be.\\nThe gabiounes makand haist the trinschis neir,\\nQuha mycht do mair but ordinance nor we.\\nThe walis wes heith we culd not weil persew thame\\nBot quhen we gat thame doun full deir thay bocht it\\nBe syde the woll at syndrie tymes we slew thame,\\nThat euer thay saw us some of thame forthocht it\\nAnd poysonit woll to drink quhat docht it.\\nInfekit watter sowlit thame cheik and chin,\\nPersauing that sorrow mair thay socht it.\\nBot keppit standfulis at the sklatis thair in.\\nThe castell segit and all beset about,\\nWith sowseyis wyde inueronit be flycht.\\nMontanis and myndis leit neuer man luik out,\\nFor ordinance thay dang at day and nycht.\\nBy weirlyk uolyis thocht the walis wes wycht,\\nZit dowbell battrie brak thame all in inschis,\\nOf Daueis toure in all the toune menis sycht,\\nThay riggein stanes come tumland ouir the trinschis.\\nThe uehement schot zeid in at ather syde\\nBy threttie Cannonis plasit at partis seuin.", "height": "3848", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "180 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhill thay thair in mycht not thair heidis hyde,\\nFor Pot Gun pellettis falland from the heuin,\\nThe Bumbard stanis derecthe fell sa euin.\\nThat in to dykis by dint it deidly dang thame,\\nQuhil all the houssis in the place was reuin.\\nThe bullatis brak sa in to bladis amaug them.\\nContinewand this ane dosand of dayis or mair,\\nQuhill tyme apointit neuer man durst steir.\\nThe larum rang the Regent self wes thair,\\nMy Lord Ambassat to stuid uerry neir.\\nThe manlie Generall lyke the god of weir,\\nNot usit to sleip quhen sic thingis ar a do,\\nOur Cronall als quha is ane freik bot feir,\\nWith all his Capitanes reddie to ga to.\\nSchir Harie Leis wes present at that charge,\\nMy Lord Burlayis sone to stuid besyde.\\nCottoun and Dyar saw the sowt at large\\nAnd Schir George Carie to the knauis he cryde,\\nZit Hume and Crafurde to the laue wes gyde,\\nWith certane Soiouris of the garysoun.\\nFour Capitanis followit at thair bak to byde,\\nSempill and Hectour Ramsay and Robesoun.\\nBot Hume wes first that ouir the walis wan,\\nAs I heir say I wes not thair my sell.\\nThe Generall sayis he playit the uailzeant man,\\nWith prayssis mo nor I intend to tell.\\nThocht Crafurdis ledder wes to schort an ell,\\nZit ouir the walis he wan I wat not how.\\nDunbartan to quhen sic lyke fortoun fell,\\nThir wes the men that wan it I tell zow.\\nThe Generallis band come bauldlie at thair bak,\\nSchir Frances Russall with ane gudlie grace.\\nZarlie and Crintoun nather of thame wes slak,\\nTwa uther Careis, Knowis, and Capitane Kace.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 181\\nThan wes persewand at ane uther place,\\nBreikwell, and Lammy, Mechell Capitan Game,\\nBauld Capitane Reid, that enir held to his face.\\nPickman, and Wood, did uailzeantly the same.\\nSpreill, Spadyn, Traill, Hutsoun, and all the laue,\\nBartoun and Stirlie, Capitan Duberie slane.\\nThoise at the bak wall wes the brasche thay gaue,\\nFor lake of lederis thair thay wrocht in uane.\\nThe men within maid sic defence agane\\nThay schot gude Manfrild in athort the throit.\\nQuhill force did faill and than I saw thame fane.\\nTo cry Peccaui with the waithman noit.\\nHalyburton Strauchan with thair standarts stuid\\nSeirburne Schaftoun hes followit on thame fast.\\nAueris and Barrat baith wer men of gude,\\nGresseone and Hanis wes laith for to be last,\\nCrippis and Cantrell to the parrell past.\\nAuld Capita Leirmount with ane luik to bang thame\\nGude M. Setoun maid thair grumis agast,\\nHe gart the Cannones ga sa thik amang thame.\\nOut gais the Hergbut in the Cannon glydis,\\nBrak al in bladdis thay docht not weil abyde thame.\\nTrottar and fiftie fell and loste the bydis.\\nThe laue sa neit thay wist not quheir to byde thame\\nDismontit cannones slew the men besyde thame.\\nThe Suddartis swarfit and said thay wald not sar\\nThe house wes gude had thay had grace to gyde thame\\nQuhen all wes done we had not bene the war\\nLet na man lipin in to warldlie strenth,\\nBot Godlie ground thay may na thing induir.\\nTratouris and treasone sal be try it at lenth.\\nQuhen men wald fanest all thair uices smuir\\nSa Grange beleuit the Madin Castelliuir.\\nHaueand sic forssis to defend his touris.", "height": "3856", "width": "2156", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "182 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBot Mell with Madenis quhen thay play the huir,\\nWin anis the entrie and than the house is zouris.\\nThe Madene Castell it wes callit long,\\nWith honour ay that nobill style it buir,\\nWith wemenis will ze do thame lytill wrong,\\nTo iaip thame sa I think it na iniuir,\\nNa mair our Madene Castell play it the huir,\\nBot tuik appointmet quhen thair wes na parel\\nSmaikis had the wyte I say the hous wes suir,\\nHad thay bene gratious with ane Godlie quarel.\\nThay micht not byde it for the greit munitioun,\\nBot drew in factiones quhan the larum rang.\\nSum thocht it gude to cum and seik remissioun\\nAnd sum said best the Secreter to hang.\\nTo his ilusiones we beleuit ouir lang.\\nAne cruikit Ethnik and ane crewall Tod,\\nInuentand wichecraft ay deuysand wrang.\\nLat nan geue credence to ane drytand God.\\nThen Grang grew sleyit wald na mair defed it\\nFor want of watter with ane poysonit well,\\nHis men wes slane and mekle powder spendit\\nAnd wantit force to fill the wallis that fell\\nThair febill smaikrie I think ill to tell\\nWith luik lyke Lyounes and sa lytill done.\\nFy drukin dastartis ze haue schamit zoursell\\nThat said sa weill and syne gaue our sa sone.\\nDurig this pointmet thair wes change of graith\\nSu gat ane butiene for thair being thair\\nGien wes the credence giuen to suddartis faith\\nBaith gold and siluer and of Marchand wair\\nAne tho tuik to ane skaith*\\nBe thair expenssis for thair cuming hidder.\\nThis Line is much obliterated in the Original.", "height": "3856", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 183\\nThan on the morns thay maid the pluk up late\\nBaith Scottis Inglis syne all zeid togidder.\\nUpon that spuilze I will spend na tyme,\\nThay socht na tailezours for to bule thair breikis\\nThe suddartis luiffis wes sa ouirlaid w* lyme\\nSum gripit gold and gat the thing he seikis,\\nSu stude beside and gat not worth twa leikis,\\nAs I heir say I wes not thair to se.\\nSu gat thair handfull of thir halfmark steikis\\nWill haue na mair within ane zeir nor we.\\nThay schot na keyis to brek the coffiris than,\\nAne day of blythnes for the men of weir.\\nSum stuid besyde ane wondderous forte man\\nAne duilfull day for thame that loist thair geir.\\nFirst saw it tane and syne thay durst not steir\\nThair wes compleit the prophecie of Knox,\\nDoun fra that Crage Kircaldy sail reteir,\\nWith schame and sclader lyke ane hundit fox.\\nWith gild of pepile sa thay brocht thame doun,\\nAs birdis but plumis spulizeit of the nest.\\nPart cryde quhair is he lat us se the loun,\\nGo to and staen him lat him tak na rest.\\nQuhe thay y* buir him saw thame selfis opprest,\\nThay cryit for succour for to saue thair lyuis\\nThe Generallis lugeing thair thay thocht it best\\nThay led him in thay war sa red for wyuis.\\nThe Regent then gart mak ane inhibitioun\\nTo leue the spuilze under pane of deid\\nHe carit for thing bot the Kingis munitioun.\\nAs for the leue thair wes bot lytill leid.\\nTo tak the hous thair wes na mair remeid,\\nWith all the faultis mycht follow he wes fane.\\nAgainis ane Haiknay I sail wed my heid\\nGrange beis not Capitan of that Craig agane.", "height": "3860", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "184 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nWith this the General! wes reterit a bak,\\nWent donn to Leith quhair he had bene befoir,\\nSpeik as ze pleis it wes ane uailzeant ak,\\nAnd Drurie deulie did his full deuoir.\\nGod gatand thakis the Quene suld haue y e gloir\\nWe thank hir Majeste as the mater standis\\nGod saue hir grace hes scho not gart restoir\\nZone captiue rebellis in the Regentis handis.\\nBy expectatioun of the commoun speiking,\\nWes it not thocht that Ingland suld begyle us\\nAnd sum al legit it wes the Regents seiking\\nTo sell the King and sa thay wald ouirsyle us.\\nCreip in our stronthis and suddanelie exyle us\\nO Rural pepill rusticall and rude.\\nWe ar the men that all the warld dois style us,\\nRemembring ill and gaue na thankis for gude.\\nIngratious pepill ignorant and uane,\\nQuhy do ze noit zour nychtboris ay with ill.\\nWer thay not blyith for to get hame agane,\\nThocht sum beleuit thay wald haue tareit still\\nTo do zow plesclir thay haue schauin gude will\\nBaith spent thair lyues largelie of thair geir\\nAlace my Joyis ze had bot lytill skill\\nThat trowit that Inglad wald haue tareit heir.\\nQuhat danger wes to bring sa greit munitiouu,\\nIn forane landis with sic ane force indeid,\\nThe only caus wes to auoyid suspitioun,\\nThat men suld say thay come not heir for greid.\\nThocht sum thair be of cankreit Cain seid,\\nSawaris of discorde dois na uther thing.\\nSpeik as thay pleis schame fal thair lippis y* leid\\nThay mene na thing bot to mantane the king.\\nHaif thay not thre tymes in this threttene zeir,\\nAy quhen we socht thae send thair forces hedder", "height": "3852", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 185\\nBaitht Schippis fc Gunis martial me of weir\\nTo win our kyndnes geue we culd. considdir.\\nAnd now the last tyme quhen we send to bid her\\nHes scho not helpit to hoik out zone Tod,\\nLang moit thir oountreis leue in pace to gidder\\nAnd grow in freindschip to the feir of God.\\nW W$z fLemtog to tfje Regent.\\nO richteous Regent of ane Royall race,\\nTratours may trimbill to behald thy face,\\nFering thy furie for thair foull offencis,\\nGeue gloir to God that hes the geuen sic grace.\\nRiches with reasoun for to reuill that place.\\nThow beand plantit in the sait of Prencis,\\nGeue thow wald prosper in thy iust pretences,\\nBeir equall ballancis baith to riche and puir\\nThat beand done lang mot thy dayis induir.\\nSen God hes wrocht it I am weill content\\nTo mak of the that onlie instrument.\\nTo caus this countrie for to knaw the king\\nIt wes the leuing Lord Omnipotent,\\nThat maid the Barrones sa obedient,\\nAnd not the force that thow to send may bring.\\nDid neuer Regent in this Realme sic thing.\\nConsiddering alwayis as the mater stude,\\nAnd maid sic greance with sa lytill blude.\\nTo speik of Regentis we haue had sic thre\\nSen God wes borne thair na bettir be.\\nFor wisdome, manheid, and for Godlynes,\\nQuhairfore hes God now laid this charge on the\\nBot lat us ken that it is onlie he.\\nThat rewlis the Realme not thy richteousnes\\nRemember Ahab for his febilnes.\\nQuha gart king Benhadab in scherat go,\\nQuhilk wes his wrak be war ze do not so.", "height": "3860", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "186 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nQuhairfor put God the powar in zour hand\\nTo puneis lounes that hes ourlaid this land.\\nBy murthour, treasoun, done fra zeir to zeir.\\nGeue ze obey not brekand that command,\\nI am in dout geue zour estait sail stand.\\nBut sone be rutit fra this Realme I feir,\\nSpair neuer Agag for na brybe of geir.\\nQuhat come of Saull with his face Ocin thair\\nGa reid the Bybill it will sone declair.\\nTo seik exempillis of that samin tone,\\nMy Lord of Murray wes degradit sone,\\nFor not fulfiling of the Lordis desyre.\\nFirst God promouit him in the place abone\\nBot fra he saw that Justice wes not done.\\nHe leit the wickit cast the wand in fyre,\\nBe war sic materis moue not God to yre.\\nGeue ze be myndit on this mold remaine,\\nAnd plesit God I wald not change agane.\\nHarmon to tfje \u00c2\u00aemb%ffitibz.\\nMy Lord Ambassade I haue lang forzet,\\nQuhairfor indeid I haue not done my det.\\nAnd be sa cairfull for oure countrie men,\\nFor wit and wisdome worthie to be tret.\\nIn baith the landis thair is bot few to get.\\nThat wrocht sa Godlie in this muse ze ken.\\nMy dull indyte can not direct my pen,\\nAnd thocht I culd it wald contene ane buik,\\nTo put in paper all the panis he tuk.\\nHe is not borne of better qualytie,\\nOf quiet speiche with greit moralytie.\\nSwering nor bairdrie may he nan abyde\\nDetestand pryde and prodigalitie.\\nAs equall Juge but persealytie.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 187\\nFor feid or fauour unto ather syde.\\nAbone all uices subject leist to p ryde,\\nFerme in his faith and full of Godlynes,\\nWith marciall hart myrrenes,\\nWeill micht the counsals beir ane gude euend [comend\\nThat sic Ambassade into Scotland send.\\nTo speik uprichtlie and the treuth declair,\\nFor na expensis did he spair to spend,\\nQuhill pece wes brocht into ane finall end.\\nQuhar as he fand us at the pluckup fair.\\nWith walkryfe labour and expensis sair,\\nGod knawis in Scotland quhat he had ado,\\nWith baith the sydis or he culd bring us to.\\nIn winter weddiris baith in wind and rane,\\nSum tynie with seiknes sa ourset with pane.\\nHe raid throw montanes many mose and myre\\nIn frost and snaw quhen all the folkis are fane,\\nWith double bonatris for to hap thair brane.\\nThen wes he worssand our ane wondie swyre,\\nSum tymes at nycht syne not to se ane fyre\\nAr we addettil to sa trew ane strangear,\\nThat for our proffeit put him sell in danger.\\nAs Caleb send wes for to se the land,\\nThe gy dis that come gart Moyses understand\\nThe land wes feirfull and the pepill Strang,\\nBecause he knew it wes the Lordis comand.\\nHe wald not stay bot stoutlie tuik on hand,\\nRicht unabasitlie all that gait to gang.\\nOurthrow thair castellis thair gyantis dang,\\nBrocht thae to miserie maid ane inynt to wrag us\\nHe wes y fc Caleb sen he come amang us.\\nI dar be bald to say this hundreth zeir.\\nHe wes not stangear borne mair welcum heir\\nNor plesit the Preichours half se weill as he,", "height": "3860", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "188 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nOn pure nor riche he neuer sparit his geir,\\nAnd geue ane Suddart had bene schot in weir\\nHe somzeit not to ga him self and se.\\nQuha with this countrie culd sa weill agrie.\\nTo play the wise ma quhen he wes with Lordis\\nSyne help the puiranis as the cause recordis.\\nSou reasoun wald that ze returne a bak\\nWe thank zow hartlie of the Godlie ak.\\nZe wrocht amang vs for to saif our blude,\\nI zow beseik thir sempill wersis tak.\\nWith als gude will as ony man can mak\\nBecause ze knaw my cunning is not gude.\\nZe man excuse my rurall rymis rude,\\nGod saif our King and send him lytill a do,\\nThe Quene of Ingland and hir Counsall to.\\nFINIS.\\nQuod Sempill.\\n1T Imprintit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik.\\nAnno. M.D.LXXIII.", "height": "3860", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 189\\nJJHF xiz Complaint bpon jFortoun,\\n[George Daniel s Collection, now in the possession of Henry\\nHuth Esq., 30 Princes Gate, London. The Philo-\\nbiblon Society Ancient Ballads and Broadsides, pub-\\nlished in England in the Sixteenth Century, chiefly in\\nthe earlier years of the reign of Queen Elizabeth. Ee-\\nprinted from the Unique Original Copies, mostly in\\nBlack-letter, preserved in the Library of Henry Huth,\\nEsq., London. Printed by Whittingham and Wilkins\\n1867. A Collection op Seventy-Nine Black-letter\\nBallads and Broadsides, printed in the Eeign of Queen\\nElizabeth, between the years 1559 and 1597. Published\\nby Joseph Lilly, London 1867.]\\n[NCONSTANT warld, fragill and friuolus,\\nWith feinzeit Fortoun, quha confides in the\\nSail find his lyfe cairfull and cruellus,\\nLed in this vale of wofull miserie\\nQuhat potent princes in prosperitie,\\nHes sho deposd from their imperiall places\\nHir craft quotidian we may cleirly se,\\nAs men in mirrouris may behanld their faces.\\nThe worthie Bocas, in his morall buke,\\nThe Fall of Princes plainly dois compyle\\nAmangs them all quha euer lykes to hike,\\nSail finde Dame Fortounis fauour for a quhyle;\\nFor with the one eye sho can lauch and smyle,\\nAnd with the vther lurke and play the loun;\\nSum to promotioun, and some to plaine exile,\\nLyke draw-well bukkets dowkand vp and doun.\\nIF That variable witch makis all the warld ado\\nQuhat kingis and countreis hes sho brocht to end\\nAssyrians, Persians, Grekes, and Romains to,\\nThe monarches foure micht not hir force defend.\\nire?", "height": "3856", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "190 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBulworkis nor battellis bydis her nocht a bend\\nQuha may withstand her straik, quhan sho list\\nstryke\\nThis nicht aneuch, the morne nathing to spend\\nImago in Luna, and sho lukis baith alyke.\\nTo pen the speciallis it passis mony a himder,\\nAnd makis the tyme ouer tidious to declare\\nSum sho promouis and sum sho puttis to vnder,\\nAnd sum rewardes with wandring heir and thair\\nAnd sum incastrat captiues in the snair,\\nAnd sum for rlatrie dois hir freindship find;\\nTo all estates vntruethfull, quhat sould mair,\\nTurnand her volt lyke woddercok in wind\\nTo paint her out it passis mine ingyne,\\nHow wonderfully she wirkes in all thir thingis\\nSum fra thair birth brocht vp with doggis and swine,\\nTane fra the pleuch and placit in sait of kingis.\\nThe brutell beist ane barbour wolfe vpbringis\\nThe first borne Romain callit Romulus,\\nQuhais blude as zit into that regioun ringis,\\nBy expectatioun of auld Amelius.\\nCyrus siclyke was be ane bitche vpbrocht,\\nCround as a king ane cruell man of weir.\\nPareis in Troy that all the toun forthocht,\\nPreseruit from slauchter be souking of a beir.\\nAnd swa was Thylaphus with ane hinde, I heir,\\nMedas with imates and maid ane michtie prince\\nPlato with beis quha did sic prudence leir,\\nThat all men meruelled of his eloquence.\\nWithout respect to blude royall or clan,\\nPureanis promouit that na man wald presume\\nTorquinius Priscus, a baneist marchant man,\\nChaist out of Corinth and cround a king in Rome.\\nSiclyke was Seruis from ane shipherd grome,\\nAnd Tullus Hostilius fand her fauour neist", "height": "3860", "width": "2420", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 191\\nIs, was, and salbe quhill the day of dome,\\nSic doubill dealing in Dame \u00c2\u00a3ortounis breist\\nQuha findis hir freindship of fauour lies anench,\\nTo warldly glore sho gydes them all the gait\\nTuke sho not Gordias from the spaid and pleuch,\\nAnd quickly placit him in a princes sait\\nHow far may Darius bragge of her debait,\\nTane fra the stabil ouer Persia to ring\\nPure Agathocles from a law estait,\\nAne porteris boy to be ane potent King\\nOf Justine the suinehird sho maid ane empriour,\\nOuer Constantinople ane king and cround liim thair\\nGyges tbe gait-hird ane michtie conquerour,\\nTo Lydia land she maid him lord and aire\\nAnd Wallancianus from his landwart fair,\\nTane fra the pleuch to place imperiall\\nCambyses, Nero, be the contrair clair,\\nWas thair awin burreois to thair buriall.\\nSa Fortoun mountit neuer man sa hie,\\nFostered with folie, suppose she make them faine\\nBot with ane tit sho turnis the quheill, ze sie,\\nDoun gois their heid, vp gois their heillis againe\\nOf Alexander to write I war bot vaine,\\nOuer fifty landis he lord was at the leist\\nZit threttie dayis lay efter he was slaine,\\nUnbureit in Babell lyke a brutell beist.\\nXerxes, quhose armeis maid the riueris dry,\\nAnd schippis subumbragit all the seyis on breid,\\nDid sho not wait him with sic foule inuy,\\nPray to Pericles, that put him to his speid\\nOf Julius Cesar gif thow lykes to reid,\\nIn his triumphant toun victorious,\\nSlaine be his Senatis, schamefully in deid,\\nBy his awin kinsmen Brutus and Cassus", "height": "3848", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "192 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nSum auld exemples heir I man induce,\\nTo bring my purpose to more speciall\\nQuha was mair worthie gif I wald make ruse,\\nMore stout, more trew, nor hardy Hanniball?\\nDauter of Romaines, to Carthage ane castell wall,\\nThe onely thing quhairin he maist reioysit\\nDo quhar he docht in deidis marciall,\\nBy his awin pepill petiously deposed.\\nSicklyk was Sipio, saiklesly schot furth,\\nThat vinqueist Hanniball lyke a warriour wicht,\\nHis vailiant workes was weyit bot litils worth,\\nQuhen he was baneist with a bair gude nicht\\nNot lyke a captaine, nor a kindly knicht,\\nBot lyke ane beggar baneist in exile\\nSa Fortoun montit neuer man on hicht,\\nBot sho can law him within a litill quhyle.\\nAlchebead of Athenis was Duke,\\nOf princely parents and ane royall race,\\nTo keip his toun sic trauell undertuke,\\nHe maid his fo-men fie befoir his face\\nTo his rewarde he gat nane vther grace,\\nIngraitly baneist to their awin grit skaith\\nAnd Tymistocles in that samin place,\\nBy their awin burgessis thay wer baneist baith.\\nExperience teiches me not to flyte with Fortoun,\\nWith auld examples that dois na thing belang vs\\nMarke James of Dowglas present Erie of Morton,\\nAnd of the best that euer was borne amang vs\\nDanter of theuis that dayly dois ouer-gang vs,\\nKey of this countrie that kepit vs from skaith\\nI speik na farther in feir thay sould gar hang vs,\\nPreichouris and poiettis are put to silence baith.\\nFew things wer done bot Mortoun interprisit them,\\nDumbar and Brichane and mony vthair bloke", "height": "3860", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 193\\nSpeik quhat thay pleis, he wrocht them and deuisit them;\\nHe and his freindis ay formest in the fiocke\\nHe faucht zour querrell as kein as ony cok,\\nKeuengit zour murthers ma nor twa or thrie\\nAne nobillman and of ane ancient stoke,\\nHis valiant deidis demereitis not to die.\\nIf Ane of the speciallis did mentene zour croun,\\nZour ferme protectour in zour tender zeiris\\nHe maid zow vp and all zour fo-men doun,\\nHis marckll manheid did mentein zonr weiris\\nOif he did wrang, rewarde him as effeiris.\\nGif he did gucl, God wald he sould be tret\\nBot as the prouerbe speikis, it plaine appeiris,\\nAuld men will die and barnes will sone forzei\\nWas he not rewler ouer zour realme and rigioun\\nQuhill all was pacifeit be his prudent wit?\\nStude he not stoutly be the true religioun,\\nAne of the first that maid the freiris to flit\\nFranke on the feildis, and formest at the bit,\\nWithout respect to baggis or bodie to\\nZour faithfull subiect, and sua he sal be zit,\\nTo do gude seruice, as I haue seene him do.\\nThan at Carbarrie hill he held a day,\\nWith litill bludeshed Both well was put a-bake,\\nQuha slew zour father and fibilly fled away,\\nSyne socht zourselfe to bring this realme to sake.\\nHow mony clawbackes than suppose thay crak,\\nConuenit with Mortoun quhan Bothwel tuk the\\nchase\\nTry or ze tine him and trow not all thay spak,\\nLat workes beir witnes, vaine wordes sould have\\nna place.\\nSone efter that the Counsell crouned zoursell,\\nQuhan godly Murray as a regent rang,\\n13", "height": "3860", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "194 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nZit thair was some that bauldly did rebell,\\nThat to zour lawis wald nouther ryde nor gang.\\nQuha thair conuenit for to reuenge zour wrang,\\nAlbeit zour action was thocht innocent\\nIt was the Dowglasses douchtaly them dang,\\nAnd pleit zour proces in that parliament.\\nQuha could declare our langsum lyfe in Leith,\\nFechtand all day and syne lay in our clais\\nGif Lindesay lykes, that Lord can tell zow eith,\\nQuha was zour friendis or quha zour mortall fais,\\nOr quha gaid formest breistand vp the braies.\\nI dar not pen the speciallis, I do plaine zow\\nBot weill I wait, howeuer the warld now gais,\\nThai find maist freindship was fardest than again\\nzow.\\nSyne at Langsyde feild zour grace may ken,\\nMortoun was thair ane man amang the rest;\\nIn Striuiling toun, out of his dowie d en,\\nMaist lyke a fox thay fyrit him in his nest.\\nIn Edinburgh Castell quhair thay war possest,\\nHe them desplaced that purposit to undo zow.\\nQuhan ze grow auld, I wait ze will confest,\\nMortoun hes bene ane faithfull saruand to zow.\\nQuhan Regentis deit and all the lytes inlaikit,\\nThe Counsell did conuene and set ane day\\nThay cheisit him Regent in that rowme that waikit,\\nWith sad adwise, for few or nane said nay\\nBot zit I think thay playit zour grace foule play,\\nGif he was knawin than of thir crymes conuict,\\nGif he be saikles, surely I dar say,\\nThay haue defamit him with ane fulich trick.\\nTo dant the theuis had he nocht mekill ado,\\nAbandoned the borders that na man durst rebell\\nThe Armestrangis, Eluottis and the Johnestons to,", "height": "3860", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 195\\nWith twentie vther clans I can not tell,\\nDuring his dayis thai durst not ryde ane ell\\nThe hirdis and hinde men in their labeis lay\\nBot thair estait, as now ze sie zoursell,\\nAll nicht to walke and fane to wirk all day.\\nAganis grit lordis committing small offence,\\nWith iniust challenge thay aucht na man to chessoun\\nMortoun hes ay bene vpricht with his prince,\\nBut spot of cryme or ony point of tressoun.\\nAlbeit gude saruice be not tane in seasoun,\\nHis workes may witnes he neuer sparit for perrell\\nLaitly accusit but outher ryme or ressoun,\\nAs sindrie schawis me for a saikles querrell.\\nDaft fulis defyis him because thay finde him sage,\\nAnd cowartis contrarious for his hardiment\\nYoung men for giaikrie can not agrie with age,\\nAnd waisteris inuyis him for his gouernement.\\nAnd sacreit counsell can not be content\\nTo suffer lordshippis in equalitie\\nZit I beseik zour grace of gude intent,\\nTo play the prince but parcialitie.\\nAd wise zow weill, sen he hes not offendit\\nTo keip sic senattis it sail decore zour land\\nOf rasche detreitis cums rew and may not mend it,\\nAs Scottismens wisdome dois behinde the hand.\\nWyse lordis are ill ta make I vnderstand,\\nAnd trewly in kingis is to abhorre\\nThis sempill counsall, syr, is na command,\\nBot wald to God that na man louit zow war.\\nFinis, quod Sempill.\\nImprintit at Edinburgh, be Robert Lekprewicke,\\ndwelling at the Netherbow.", "height": "3860", "width": "2140", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "196 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nIM- J?etr fotlofote tfje Hegentr of tfje Btsrfjop\\nof St ^ntirots ILgfe, calltt JKr ^atriclt gfoanv\\nsone, a/ms Cousteane*\\n[Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century. Collected by John\\nGraham Dalyell, Edinburgh 1801. Dr David Irving\\nin his History of Scotish Poetry, Edinburgh 1861 re-\\nmarks that This Poem of Semple is supposed to have\\nbeen written so late as the year 1583, and to have been\\nprinted from a Manuscript but where the Manuscript is\\nto be found, the Editor has not thought proper to inform\\nus.\\n{je preface.\\njLL faytful brether that on the Lord dependis,\\nMark weill this schedule that I have send\\nyou heir,\\nPestiferus prelatis, that Papistrie pretendis,\\nSic deuils but dout sail in o r dayis appeir\\nYit God forwairnis you be the weidis they weir,\\nTo ken the lupus in a lamb skyn to appeir,\\nMakand thair godis of warldlie gudis and geir,\\nThe flock new foundit, and thay in furringis happit.\\nVeneriall pastoris, in vomiting thair fay 1\\nLyk to ane tyke returning to it agane,\\nFilling thair purses with the spirituall grathe,\\nPlucking the pellottis or ever the scheip be slane\\nGoddis true preceptis and prciching to prophane,\\nLayand thair cuires in warldlie busines.\\nThir are the propheitis, I speik it to you plane,\\nCoverit with coule of clockit holines.\\nLyk to the scrybes, closing the yeattis of heawin,\\nSayand the Pope sic power to thame gave\\nHyding the keyis was treuly to the gewin,\\nThinking y* Christianis shall na entres have,\\nA scabbit scheip wald fane infect the lave,", "height": "3848", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 197\\nCausing sedition into the kirk to ryse.\\nHeirfoir, bewar what sermond ye resave\\nIn rottin bosses no balme liquor lyes.\\nTo Bischop Balaam breaking the law of God,\\nThey may succeid weill as his sone and air\\nOr Coran, Dathan, reving Aarons rod,\\nWith thair vsurpet priesthood playit no mair.\\nTo Amasias I may them weill copair,\\nSleayand the faytfull flock wtout offences\\nTane and incarcerat, keipit heir and there,\\nBeggit and banist, bearing the wraith of princes.\\nIn Maccabeis, wha ever lykis to luike,\\nBy Alchimas and Jason they may leir,\\nMensuorne byschopis that Moses law forsuike,\\nBenucing God for warldlie gudis and geir,\\nWith Kingis unchristned cuand to the weir,\\nContrair thair cosciece and their kyndlie friendis.\\nWhat dois our bischopis now, may I no* speir,\\nServandis to Sathan for his takkis and teindis\\nI may copair the to a plunted fyre,\\nBut heit to warme you in the winteris cauld\\nOr to a visioun* cled with trym attyre,\\nCovering a skyn vncomelie to behald.\\nThe pleasan plane-trie will the leavis vnfauld,\\nWith fairest schaddow to save the sone in symer.\\nBe thir lait bischopis may this teall be tauld,\\nBearand no fruite bot barren blockis of tymber.\\nVntruethfull teacheris, in thir tymes bypast,\\nSome hes bene sene from yeir to yeir\\nBot in this latter aige they flock so fast,\\nThat I beleive in deid the day be neir.\\nJudas Iscariot, for a gleib of geir,\\nBetrayed his Maister lyk a trato r tod.\\nOr, visorne.", "height": "3860", "width": "2140", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "198 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnnas and Caiphas, gif they both war heir,\\nCuld do no mair to slea the Sanctis of God.\\nBlind Baals bischopis, provocking God to yire,\\nYour sinfull leaving lies the scheip ouersyled,\\nCompared to swyne returcrig to the myre\\nIn thair awin filthes to get thair fames defyled.\\nAlbeit they be. now Tulchin bischopis sty lit,\\nHaving proude kingis and counsallis to decoir the,\\nAuld God, is God, and will not be begylit,\\nWhen Plutois palice beis provydit for them.\\nMay Scotland beir sic bischoppis for the gallons,\\nSt Androis, Glasgow, for y fc gait anes grantit,\\nWhat have ye lost, forloppen, leying fellowes\\nFraudulent fellowes, that tuyse there fay 1 recited.\\nThe spreit of God was anes into the planted,\\nPreiching his doctrine, as indeid they did,\\nBut fra they gat the drapping grise they wald [wanted]\\nThair docket knaverie culd na moir be hid.\\nVngratious guy d is, y* God has never anoynted,\\nLyk to our faytfull pastouris past befoir,\\nBut be the devile, I dout not, heir appoyntit,\\nGodis holie scriptour for to cloik and smoir.\\nFor no rewarde they work but warldlie gloir,\\nPlaing placebo into princes faces,\\nWith leyis and letteris doing thair devoir,\\nPynand true preichouris, for to possess there places.\\nVoratious woulfis, I wish you to rewolk,\\nEre in the den of darknes ye most lye\\nOf Godis true mercies, lyk to mercat focke,\\nSelling for lucre, quha so lykis to by\\nLibidinous druckardis they dowe not to denye\\nMay no man had the be thair yeis and nayis.\\nThir are the propheitis, planelie ze may espye,\\nThe Lord called lyers in the latter dayis.", "height": "3856", "width": "2424", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 199\\nThair maister, Pluto, hes there spreitis posses,\\nWho with his Lord in lyk contritione fell.\\nThinkand his wit and beautie by the rest,\\nAgainst the word of God he wald rebell.\\nThrough his presuptous pryde he past to hell,\\nLeaving the heavinlie harbrie whair he satt.\\nGif they repent no 1 sone, assure they sail\\nReceave sie mercie as thair maister gat.\\nThis Adamsone may weill be borne of Eve,\\nTakand his vices of his wicket mother\\nLykkest to father Adam, I beleive,\\nSurpassing Cain cursed, or ony vther\\nFor he slew nothing bot his onlie brother\\nAnd this hes drowned hole dioceis, ye sie.\\nWanting the grace, when he shuld gyde the ruther,\\nHe lattis his scheip tak in at luife and lie.\\nReforme thair faythis, gif they be found astray\\nFrom thair vocation e clean e degenerat;\\nPreis not to enter be. the wrangous way,\\nAs bastard brethren, being reprobat\\nWith hert cotreit, and handis elevat,\\nSeik thair salvatione of the samyn sort\\nThey will not find the father obstinat,\\nWhen synnaris knoxis in casting vp the port.\\nHeirfore, deir Bretherne, I wish you to bewar\\nSen ye are wairned, I wald not ye were blekkit;\\nTo thair deceatfull doctrine come not nar,\\nSingand lyk syrens to deceave the elected\\nBoth art and part of Papistrie suspectit,\\nAs ye may see be thair workis inventit.\\nTo Edinburgh baillies my buike salbe directed,\\nDesyrand lycence to get live to prent it.\\nGround you on God, the rocke and corner stane,\\nAs Paull dois speik to the Corrinthianis.", "height": "3860", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "200 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nSwa live thir lyars, and thair lawis allane\\nPackand thair penche lyk Epicurianis,\\nContrair to Christ, lyk Antichristianis,\\nThe plane polluters of his holie teple\\nLyk to Scrybes and fals Pharisianis,\\nBellie god bischopis Qnoth your brother Semple.\\nNow, papir, pass and gif they speir who send the,\\nTell thame, a true ma bay* to King and Croun.\\nCurious poyetis, I knaw, will vilipend the,\\nSaying, thou fares but of ane saucie lowne.\\nYet with the rascall people up and downe,\\nFinding our friendis, cof ess to be myne,\\nFrom the New Castle cuing to this towne\\nConcluding this, we toome a tas of wyne.\\nVtht ICcgenD or discourse of ti)e ICrjfe anB \u00c2\u00a9onbcrsatione anB ^ualitels of tfjf\\n\u00c2\u00a9ttlcfone IStscfape of SanctanBrots. Set furtf) btj 3R. S.\\n[0 all and sundrie be it sene,\\nMark weill this mater quhat I meine,\\nThe legend of a lymmeris lyfe,\\nOur Metropolitane of Fyffe\\nAne schismatyke, and gude swyne hogge,\\nCome of the tryb Gog Magoge\\nAne elphe, ane elvasche incubus,\\nAne lewrand lawrie licherous\\nAne fals, forloppen, fenyeit freir,\\nAne raungard for greid of geir,\\nStill daylie drinckand or he dyne,\\nA wirriare of the gude sweit wyne\\nAne baxters sone, ane beggar borne,\\nThat twyse his surnaime hes mensuorne\\nTo be called Costene he tho* schame,\\nHe tuke vp Costantine to name.", "height": "3852", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 201\\nSome to the schoolis this knave covoyes\\nBeggand his breid amonges the boyes,\\nHe come to letters at the lenth\\nThen when he grew to witt and strenth,\\nHe tuike the ministrie on hand,\\nAnd servit at Syres vp a land\\nBot through presfiptious height and pryde,\\nHe layed that office sone asyde\\nManna and quales he tho 1 no fade,\\nThe pottis of Egypt was tuyse as gude.\\nThinking that poore professione vaine,\\nHe changed his surname over agane\\nNow Docto r Adamsone at last.\\nWhairthrow he ower to Paris past,\\nAs pedagoge to young M Gill,\\nImploying ay his spreit to ill.\\nTo lerne disceat and subtil sawis,\\nHe studeis long tyme in the lawis\\nIlk day devysing sindrie wyhs,\\nNot ane nor tua that he beguyles\\nThair was no Scotisma dwellane thair,\\nBot he deceaved them les or mair\\nMaitland, Melwill, and Matchevellous,\\nLearnet never mair knaifrie in a scholehous\\nWhich tua resembles, as I suppone,\\nArchitojmell, and fals Triphone\\nThen finding out ane new fas cast,\\nAmongis the prentaris is he past,\\nAnd promeist to set foorth a buike.\\nGrit sowmes of money from them he tuike\\nBot Bacchus, and the bordall toe,\\nMaid him sic busines adoe,\\nThat he my* gett na buikis copyld\\nAnd sua the prentaris were beguyld.\\nNow Holyglass, returnig hame,\\nTo play the sophist, thought no schame\\nThrough sindrie realmes tho* he had ranged,\\nYit nathing in his maneris changed.", "height": "3852", "width": "2104", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "202 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThen, heiring tell how Lowrie landit,\\nThe c5gregatione him comandit\\nTo serve a kirk, and keip a cure\\nPersaving thair professione pure,\\nHe tho* it but ane vaine vocatione.\\nHe thristed, ane easiare occupatione,\\nAmonges the lawers for to lyve\\nBot fra that rang not in his sleyve,\\nHe wald with thame no mair remane,\\nBot maid him for the court agane.\\nThe erle of Lennox, levand then\\nOur regent, and a worthie man,\\nVnto his brother him directed,\\nWith secreit earrandis vnsuspectit,\\nFor pois to pay his men of weir\\nBot how, alace, as ye shall heir.\\nBetrayed thame bay* with a tryme covoy.\\nMakaiid his bargand with a boy,\\nWas ower to Flanders fled and ferreit,\\nCryand out, harmesay, he was herreat;\\nLameting sair his lose and skaith\\nAnd this gait he beguylit thame bay 1\\nBot yit with tyme his trickis were tryed,\\nHe had nea toung for to denye it.\\nThan, gif he had not fled for feir,\\nGude Matchewell had mist his meir.\\nTo tell how he bestowit his poise,\\nThe faice is weill sene on his noise\\nFor be his craig ye may weill ken\\nGif he be ane of Bacchus men.\\nThan, whan he had na vther vaine,\\nHe maid him for the kirk againe.\\nBot for to tell what test he tuke,\\nDysertis Duschet was the buike;\\nAnd maid ane sermone, some confydis,\\nTo plesour fock on bayth the sydis.\\nHis mynd was mair on heich promtione,\\nGroundit on geir, nor gude devotione", "height": "3860", "width": "2432", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 203\\nWithout respect of true religion e,\\nAs we have manie in this regione.\\nYet in the pulpet we saw him greit,\\nPlayand the publict hypocreit.\\nThen men, beholding his cotritione,\\nBeleavand he had changit coditione.\\nThen through to Paislay he was send,\\nLascivous maneris for to amend.\\nWhat fruite come of his ganging thair\\nSic preist, sic pariche what suld mair\\nFor, neather with preiching nor w* reiding,\\nTuke he that faythless flock in feiding\\nBot meit in campo did comand them,\\nAnd left the some war nor he fand them.\\nTo tell you quhat this capo meins,\\nThair daylie to the drinck coveins\\nThe obstinat papistis of the toun\\nThis pasto r with his scheip sat doun,\\nBot maid no work, I mak you plane,\\nTo bring the lost scheip bak agane.\\nTo copowt coplene there he calld thame,\\nBot never findis whair he forbade thame\\nThair vglie aithis abhominable.\\nThey finding him so favorable,\\nThey thankat God that they had fud him.\\nEcce qua bonu et qua jucundu\\nEst habitare fratres in unu.\\nFreir Johnstoun, and Maquhane about him,\\nTua pallartis that the Pope professis,\\nBysing at mydnycht to there messis\\nVidi, scivi, sed non audiebam,\\nPotum merii cu fietu miscebam\\nCarruse, and hald the canikin klynclene,\\nYit wha were there to sie thair drinking\\nThey hald it still vp for a mocke,\\nHow Maister Patrick fedd his flock\\nThen to the Court this craftie lown,\\nTo be a bytescheip maid him boun", "height": "3876", "width": "2104", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "204 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nBecaus S fc Androis then dependit,\\nTo heich promo tione he pretendit.\\nThe kirk began to tak suspitione,\\nThen knawing weill the knaifis coditione,\\nThey callit him into thair Assemblie,\\nBot not so welcome thair as hamelie.\\nGreit oethes he sweiris, w* feinyeit face,\\nThat he suld never inioy that place\\nAnd bad thame hald him vnsuspect,\\nHe was not gewin to that effect.\\nBot bettir packet aftemone,\\nThe foullest turne that ever was done,\\nBen ower the bar he gave a brocht,\\nAnd laid among them sic a locket\\nWith eructavit cor meu,\\nHe hosted thair a hude full fra him\\nFor laike of rowme, that rubiature\\nBespewit vp the moderator\\nWhile the Assemblie thocht grit schame,\\nSaying he was seik, and send him hame,\\nAnd laid him backwardis in a bed,\\nBut not so weill nurtorit as fed.\\nSone efter that, incontinet,\\nEarle of Mortoun gat the regimet\\nThen sett he to, with saill and ayre,\\nTo seik some lowiner harbore thayre,\\nAnd caist his anckers on the raid,\\nAnd long tyme with the Lord abaid.\\nHis towes, I find, hes bene so fyne,\\nFor all the stormes hes bene sensyne,\\nHis schip come never on the schalde,\\nBut stack still on the ancker halde.\\nHis office day lie was, indeid,\\nThe chapter to expone and reid.\\nWhen he that sermone celebrat,\\nHe had a word accustomat\\nThe propheit meinis this, gif ye mark it,\\nAuld Captane Kirkburne to him harkit;", "height": "3856", "width": "2428", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 205\\nPerceaving weill S* Androis yaikit,\\nAnd syne how sone the knave was staikit,\\nTo all men levand he compleinis,\\nI watt now what the propheit menis.\\nThis foirsaid bischope beand deid,\\nMaister Johne Wynrame was maid heid,\\nFor sowmes of silwer that he had lent the\\nBot he besoght thame to content the\\nHe cravit na digniteis prophane,\\nBut his awin silver hame agane.\\nFra Holiglass sone hard this thing,\\nHe toned his dussie for a spring,\\nAnd held the Regent so in hand,\\nAnd maid him weill to vnderstand\\nThat he sonld pay the foir said sowme,\\nGif he were enterit in the rowme\\nAnd mair, as he wald bid him doe,\\nTo give his servantis pensiones toe.\\nSua, with his craft, this carlingis pett,\\nHes fangit ane grit fisch in his nett.\\nBot fra he was a byschope stylit,\\nM r Johne Wyndrome was beguylit,\\nHad he no* had a sure probatione,\\nAnd cald him on his obligatione.\\nBot Docto 1 Patrick still reply ed,\\nWith trickis and delatouris he denyed,\\nAnd maid manifest to men of law,\\nThat he had his discharge to schaw.\\nBot how his discharge was gotten,\\nWhen Holieglass is deid and rotten\\nHis smaikrie sail not be forgett,\\nHow Docto 1 Patrick payit his debt.\\nAne new coceat this knaif hes tane\\nTo Willie Vylie he hes gane,\\nThe Regents awin cubicular,\\nHis servant and his secretare,\\nAnd him besought to lat him see\\nOf missive wrytingis tuo or thrie,", "height": "3860", "width": "2104", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "206 THE SEMP1LL BALLATES.\\nFra Maister Jhone Wydrome to my Lord,\\nAnd hecht him crownes for to accord.\\nThis simple boy, suspecting nocht,\\nThrie of the wrytingis to him brought.\\nAne of thame law subscryvit, ye ken,\\nAs custom is to noble men\\nHe cuttit off the bill above [abone]\\nAnd filled the blank with falset sone,\\nDischarging him the foirsaid sowmes.\\nIt cuand in the Sessiones thowmes,\\nTo Maister Wyndrome they copleanet,\\nWha swair that he had nevir sene it,\\nAnd tuike in hand for to impryve it.\\nThair Matchewell had bene mischevit,\\nWere not his falsett was cofessit,\\nAnd sic a moyen with him dressit,\\nFive hudreth merkis he to him gave,\\nAnd tuik in hand to pay the leave.\\nAt certane dayis, thair was na doubt,\\nBot fra he fand the tyme ryn out,\\nHe pat him off with mowis and mockis,\\nAnd had no will to louse the boxe.\\nThe superintendent saw na better,\\nBot raid agane, and raisit a letter,\\nAnd gat the harlat to the home.\\nBot Howliglass, lang or the morne,\\nNew falsat forged out for to defend him\\nAne fair suspentione he hes send him.\\nThe vther to the Sessione pleinyeit,\\nAnd said it was both fals and feinyeit,\\nAnd socht inspectione for impriving.\\nThe lymmer, feiring lyfe and levin^\\nHe saw na bute, but bagis to louse,\\nAnd swoir he maid it but in mowis\\nAs Maister Andro Wilsoune wrocht it,\\nAnd secreitlie said he forthoght it\\nBeseikand him to keip it close,\\nOr word ran to the comon woice.", "height": "3860", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 207\\nThe vther wald na mair reprive, him,\\nBot all men he forbade beleive him,\\nOr ever to trow ane word he spak,\\nBut Holiglass behind thair back.\\nSo in Sanctandrois happened then,\\nAne callit Scot, a mareit man,\\nNocht verie riche in woiidlie guddis\\nSave tua pure aikers of borrow ruddis\\nYit with the glaikis he was owergane,\\nAnd in adulterie he was tane\\nMaid to be punisit for his paik\\nBut he was stubburne in his talk\\nIniurit the elders, what suld mair\\nThis byschop, beand present thair,\\nDesyrit him hame, and he suld seay\\nGif he culd lerne him to obey\\nFor all his crackis, doe what he can\\nTo knaw the law of God and man.\\nSua to his castell tuik him hame,\\nThis dubil drunckerd thought na schame\\nFuorth secreitlie he callis him syne,\\nAnd fillit him fow with aill and wyne\\nPersuading him to sell his land,\\nAnd gat his letters in his hand.\\nThis beand done, as I have said,\\nVpon his duschet vpe he played,\\nGevand the man so mony terroris,\\nThat brocht him in a thousand erroris,\\nThat for his lyfe was no remeid,\\nGif he abaid the law but deid.\\nThe pure man, being fleid for feir,\\nGave him the land, and gat na geir\\nMaid sayle syne to the Easter sees,\\nAnd, lyk ane dy ver, thair he deis\\nWhairto this bischop tuik reguard,\\nAnd enterit sone to Nabothis yaird.\\nThe sillie wedo a quhyle defendit,\\nBut scho grew pure, and so scho endit,", "height": "3860", "width": "2116", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "208 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd left hir malisone, c5sider,\\nTo Lowrie, and the land together.\\nWhether hir malisone tuike effect,\\nOr gif it was the gude wyne sect,\\nOr surfeating of snndrie spyces,\\nOr than a scurge for clockit vyces\\nBot sic ane seiknes hes he tane,\\nThat all men trowit he had bene gane\\nFor leitches my* mak no renieid,\\nThair was na bute to him bot deid.\\nHe, seing weill he wald not mend,\\nFor Phetanissa hes he send,\\nWith sorcerie and incantationes,\\nReising the devill with invocationes,\\nWith herbis, stanis, buikis, and bellis,\\nMenis mGbers, and south runig wellis\\nPalme croces, and knottis of strease,\\nThe paring of a preistis auld tees\\nAnd, in principle*, sought out syne,\\nThat vnder ane alter of stane had lyne,\\nSanct Jhones nutt, and the for e levit claver,\\nWith taill and mayn of a baxter aver.\\nHad careit haiae heather to the oyne.\\nGutted off in the cruik of the moone\\nHalie water, and the laber beidis,\\nHyntworthe, and fourtie vther weidis\\nWhairthrow the charmig tuik sic force,\\nThey laid it on his fatt whyte horse.\\nAs all men saw, he sone deceissit\\nThair Saga slew ane saikles beast.\\nThis wald not serve he sought ane vther,\\nAne devill duelling in Anstruther,\\nExceading Circes in coceattis,\\nFor changene of Wlisses meatis\\nMedusa s craftis scho culd declair,\\nIn making eddars of her hair\\nMedea s practicques scho had plane,\\nThat could mak auld men young agane.", "height": "3836", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 209\\nBy Achates, the witches god,\\nMercurius, with his charmed rod,\\nThe aunciet king of Bactria,\\nThat first inventit magica,\\nCould not so weill of stow en geir tell,\\nAs could this vglie hund of hell.\\nWith this, the word yead through the toun,\\nHow lurcan Lowrie played the lowne\\nHeiring how witches wrang abusit him,\\nThe kirkmen calld him and accused him,\\nAnd scharplie of theis pointis reproved him,\\nThat he in sorcerie beleavit him,\\nWhairthrough his saule my 1 come to skay*.\\nThe witche and he cofessing bayth,\\nScho tuike some part of white wyne dreggis,\\nWounded rayne, and blak hen eggis,\\nAnd maid him droggis that did him gude.\\nHis ansr. being rashe and rude:\\nSuppoise the devill maid that graith,\\nThe seiknes sua oversett my faith,\\nAt that tyme, to asswage my sair,\\nI wald have tane it, 1 tauld thame thair.\\nThen did the elders him desyre\\nVpon the morne to mak a fyre,\\nTo burne the witches both to deid\\nBot or the morne he fand remeid.\\nHe dred sa sair they suld have schawin\\nHow his knaverie was to the vnknawin\\nLaich in a lyncbus, whair thay lay,\\nThen Lowrie lowsit the, long or day,\\nAnd had no will they were corrected\\nYit with the people he was suspected,\\nTrowing the teallis befoir was spocken,\\nBecaus they saw no presone brocken.\\nThere was his pretticques weill espyed\\nBut with his ansr he replyit,\\nAnd said, na man, at his comand,\\nWald tak the presone hous in hand\\n14", "height": "3860", "width": "2108", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "210\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nInto that dugeon was sic din,\\nAs Beelzebub had bene therin\\nThat nevir a man durst stire qll: day\\nAnd sua he neckit thame with may,\\nAnd brocht the teale bravelie about,\\nHow Pluto come and pullit the out.\\nYit few or nane this Lourie beleavit,\\nBecaus they culd not get it previt\\nThey prayit him to amend his lyfe,\\nAnd trow na witchcraft in a wife.\\nFor oght the kirk culd him forbid,\\nHe sped him sone, and gat the thrid\\nAne carling of the Quene of Phareis,\\nThat ewill win geir to elphyne careis\\nThrough all Braid Abane scho hes bene,\\nOn horsbak on Hallow ewin\\nAnd ay in seiking certayne nyghtis,\\nAs scho sayis, with sur sillie wychtis\\nAnd names out ny^o^s sex or sewin,\\nThat we belevit had bene in heawin.\\nScho said scho saw thame weill aneugh,\\nAnd speciallie gude auld Balcleuch\\nThe secretare, and sundrie vther\\nAne William Symsone, hir mother brother,\\nWhom fra scho hes resavit a buike,\\nFor ony herb scho lykis to luike\\nIt will instruct hir how to tak it\\nIn sawis and sillubs how to mak it;\\nWith stones that mekle mair can doe\\nIn leich craft, whair scho layis them toe.\\nA thowsand maladeis scho hes medit.\\nNow being tane and apprehendit,\\nScho being in the bischopis cure,\\nAnd kepit in his castell sure,\\nWithout respect of warldlie glamer,\\nHe past into the witchis chalmer,\\nClosing the dure behind his bak,\\nAnd quyetlie to hir he spak.", "height": "3852", "width": "2428", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 211\\nAnd said, his work lome wasvuo 1 worthe,\\nLowsing his poyntis, he laid it furth.\\nScho sayned it with hir halie hand\\nThe pure pith of the pryo r is wand\\nTo help that raipfull scho hes rest him,\\nWhairfore, ye say, my ladie left him.\\nFor scho had sayned it tuyss or thrise,\\nHis rubigo began to ryiss\\nThen said the bischop to Jhone Bell,\\nGoe, tak the first seye of hir yor sell.\\nThe witche to him her weschell gave,\\nThe Bischops blessing to resave.\\nWhat dayis of pardone then scho wan\\nThe relicqnes of that holie man\\nMicht save her saule from purgatorie.\\nHis wyfe, coceiving jelowsie,\\nCryed out his deid, when it was done,\\nRan through the tovn, and tauld it sone.\\nAne syiss was socht sone to the wyfe.\\nWhairas ane aunciet laird of Fyiffe,\\nOf gude report, that may be trowit,\\nBefoir this Bischope weill awowit,\\nEather at Semblie or at Sessione,\\nAs he wha hard the wyffis c5fessione,\\nThat this was suirlie thair proceiding.\\nWhair sic men gettis a flock in feeding,\\nThe sillie scheip wilbe devorit,\\nAnd Goddis true doctrine daylie smorit.\\nThis beand doue, he thought sic schame,\\nHe my 1 not tarie weill at hame,\\nBut ower to Edinburgh he hes past,\\nProcured a licence, at the last,\\nTo ryde to Londoun with a letter,\\nBecaus they culd not get a better.\\nWist he what his comissione bure,\\nHe my* weill serve for sic a cuire.\\nSic lipps, sic lattouce, lordis and lownes,\\nAuld creased workis payit with crackit crownes.\\nBot heir I will no mair remane,", "height": "3860", "width": "2100", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "212\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nReturnig to my text agane.\\nIt may no* be no more forborne,\\nHow he beguylit pure David Home,\\nAne honest man, ane messinger,\\nAnd was S 1 Androis pensioner.\\nTo all the Bischopis thair befoir,\\nHe doing daylie his devoir,\\nHe gat allowance, being leill,\\nAne pensione of a chalder of meill.\\nOur to this Bischop now is he gane\\nHis letter of tak hes with him tane\\nSayand, ye man be gude, my Lord,\\nAnd to yo r man misericord.\\nThis angle noble in my neife\\nVnto yo r Lords chip I will gife,\\nTo cause you to renew my tackis.\\nThe vther little answer makkis.\\nThe Angle noble first he tuike,\\nAnd syne the letters for to luike\\nWith yt hes byknife furth hes tane,\\nAnd maid him tuetie tackis of ane,\\nIn litle crownes began to cut them\\nThe vther gaid hame backwards but them,\\nSichand, and durst say no mair,\\nAnd left his angle noble thair.\\nWith thir, and mony sic lyke trickis,\\nThe haill coiitrie this coiitrie covictis.\\nThe pure men plentis y fc duellis besyde him,\\nHow creipis in a hoill to hyde him,\\nAnd barris them fast w t out the yettis,\\nWhen they come there to crave there debtis\\nFor kaill, candle, and knocked beir,\\nHerbis to the pot, and all sic geir,\\nHe never payis ane peny he takkis.\\nTo heir the mone the pure folk makkis,\\nWhat malisones are to him gevin,\\nCryand a wengance from the hewin,\\nCome doun on this deceatful Lowrie", "height": "3848", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 213\\nI wald not for the carse of Gowrie\\nTo be a bischop in his esteat.\\nTo heir, when he gangis throw the gait,\\nHow everie wyffe on vther puttis,\\nBidding the bischop pay for his guttis,\\nAnd cryis, gar pay me for my eall,\\nAne vther for candle, the thrid for caill\\nThe fourt cryis out for knocked beir,\\nHow dar this dastard hud our geir\\nA vengeance fall his feinzit fay 1\\nFor poinding of the pure folkis graith.\\nEfter my Lord this larwme ringis,\\nFor this and mony sic lyke thingis,\\nSuppose it stude on all thair lyffis,\\nHe will not get amongis the wyffis\\nAne pynt of aill in all the tovne,\\nExcept the silver be laid down.\\nThen gif ze knew his duble tackis\\nAmonges the coutrie men he mackis;\\nWith feinyeit seillis and antideatis,\\nAnd tuentie vther tryme coceatis,\\nSetting the coutrie be the earis,\\nAnd takis no tho* of ny fc bo r is weiris,\\nSe he be sure to fill his hand,\\nHow meikle blood be in the land.\\nGif siclyk bischopis be admittit,\\nGrit God and all the warld sail wit it\\nThis makis his trickis, his feinyeit toyes,\\nWhat clocked knaverie he c5voyes.\\nHis wattir drincking, his seiknes feinyeit,\\nFearand the kirk shuld on him pleinyeid.\\nIt coes to licht now, at the last,\\nFra tyme the ministers are past,\\nThe trick of Guisians devysit,\\nHe hes bene ane to interpryse it\\nAne waikrife devill day lie to wirk,\\nTo saw seditione in the kirk,\\nLearning a lessone at aid Frogmortene,", "height": "3860", "width": "2240", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "214 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAs he cofessit at his departing.\\nTo conterfute that fals coceat,\\nAnd speik the Quenis Grace be the gait,\\nHe fand his seikness was so sair,\\nThrow all his bodie heir and thair,\\nThat nathing my 1 his panes repell,\\nExcept it were some sacred well\\nIn Lorane, or the well of Spaa\\nBot his comissione na man saa\\nWhich text cotenit na vther thing\\nBot comendationes fra our Kyng\\nVnto the Quene of Englandis Grace,\\nBeseikand hir to help his case,\\nAnd to send new support aganist him.\\nMortone, sayis he, the lawis hes slaine him,\\nAnd Gowrie hes gottin a codigne syse,\\nConformig to his interpryse,\\nWith sindrie vtheris that loves thair factione,\\nThat daylie dois mentene y* actione\\nAs Anguse, Mar, and Maister of Glames,\\nTak thir thrie for na saikles lambes,\\nBut proud e ambitious bangesters,\\nWith some seditious ministers,\\nCotempneris of our authoritie,\\nSubscryvit aganist our Maiestie,\\nFor to destroy our realme and regione,\\nWithout respect of true religione\\nBeleivand we should bring hame the mess\\nLuke what religione ye profess\\nI salbe biide therby to byde,\\nUnder grit God ye salbe guyde,\\nMy tutrix in my tendir yeiris,\\nSen none in earth to me so deir is\\nAs ye my kindlie cusines.\\nGif I had gritter bussines,\\nI think ye audit for to defend me,\\nWith succo r and support to send me\\nTo bring this mater t ano end.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 216\\nMy sacred bischop I have sejid,\\nAs Semple sayis, ane subtile tod,\\nTo bring rne name the word of God\\nFrom Italie and Almainie,\\nIn Geneva and Germanie,\\nTo seik the trew experiece,\\nFor libertie of coscience.\\nGive ye think gud, I hald it best\\nThat bay* our realmes my fc live in rest.\\nWith this and vther siclyk wairis,\\nBefoir the cousal he declairis\\nA fals, deceafcfull, feinyeit taill,\\nBot alwayis for thair awin availl.\\nBot yit, or he bound to the read,\\nHow that his packmatie was mead,\\nI thing it best for to declair.\\nHis blew clock beand worne so bair,\\nHe causit an talyeo r turne it and mak it\\nInto wich maill a frind he packt it.\\nHis sarkis, his schone, his ganging gowne,\\nAne fitt case for a feinyeit lowne\\nNa dentie geir this Doctor seikis;\\nOf tottis russet his ryding breikis\\nAne hamelie hat, a cott of kelt,\\nWeill beltit in ane lethrone belt\\nA bair clock, and a bachlane naig,\\nHis ruffe curfufled about his craig\\nThe one end to his belt hang doun,\\nThe vther stude above his crovn.\\nThair was a brave embassado r\\nBefoir so noble ane audito r\\nThe Quene of Englandis Maiestie,\\nHir cousall and nobilitie.\\nIn hir triumphand palice placit,\\nMay sic fellowis be defacit.\\nAllace, that Scotland had no schame,\\nTo send sic howfing carles from hame\\nNow o r embassador is boune,", "height": "3860", "width": "2196", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "216 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nWith bag and bagag off the toun,\\nAll ny fc in Seytoun he remaned,\\nWhair wyne and aill was nothing hayned\\nAnd fra my Lord he gat a letter,\\nTo cause him to be treat the better,\\nTo Monsier, to mak him speid,\\nThe Frenche embassado 1 indeid,\\nThat daylie yit in Londoun lyis,\\nWha can an evill turne weill devise\\nAnd syne to Berwick on the morne,\\nWhair all men leuch my Lord to scorne\\nNa mulettis thair his cofferis caries,\\nBot lyk a court of auld cashmaries,\\nOr cadyers ciiig to ane fair\\nAnd yit some honest men gaid thair,\\nFor fewis and takkis y fc he sic sett thame,\\nBeleivand in y fc towne to get thame,\\nBot may gaip lang or he get them\\nAs they have sped, ye may speir at them.\\nTuiching his awin tryne, ye shall heir,\\nThe vicar of on a meir,\\nThat wonder weill can turne a can,\\nA ganeand maister for sic a man,\\nWith vthere fellowis tuo or thrie\\nGude Robert Melwene of Carnebie,\\nI shuld not racken in with thea\\nOf honest men he had na mea.\\nBut he may ruse him of his ryding,\\nIn Londoun for his longsome byding.\\nThair Holieglas begane his gaidis,\\nAs he was learned amangis the laidis.\\nTo Maist: Hanam sone he past,\\nAnd sowmes of silver fra him him ast\\nIn borrowing while he come bak.\\nThe man beleivand it he spak,\\nVnto this sophist sone cosentit\\nBut he had efterward repentit,\\nWere not a man amongis the sell,", "height": "3860", "width": "2428", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 217\\nWhose coscience causit him to tell,\\nAnd quyetlie his cousall gave him,\\nThat Holieglas wald sone deceave him.\\nThe man perceaving it was sua,\\nGave him the gek, and lute him gea,\\nThankand his God, and gud men baith,\\nFor his delyvering of y* skeath.\\nHolieglass thought thou no schame,\\nAnd thou but laitlie come frome hame\\nVpon the secund day at morrow,\\nSuld our embassado r gea borrow,\\nAnd Want or ever he wyn ower Tweid\\nBot God be praisit he come no speid.\\nTo Londoun Lowrie tuke the geat,\\nWith traine my* staik for his estait,\\nHis wantone vicare on a meir,\\nTwa vther fellowis to turse his geir\\nBot never ane honest man had he,\\nSave Robert Melwene of Carnebie,\\nThat with that bischop went about,\\nTo sett his feinyeit falsett out\\nBot als gude he had sittin idle,\\nAs there ower land to leid his brydle,\\nConsidering what reward he gatt,\\nStill on his owne cott taill he satt,\\nAs salbe tauld you or we tuyne,\\nIn loco quo it shall come in.\\nTo tell all ludgene whair he lay,\\nAnd ay on be the brek of day,\\nWald be ower langsome to collect\\n1 wilbe brief in that respect.\\nBot yit the menstrallis and the bairdis,\\nThair trowand to obtene rewardis,\\nAbout his ludgene loudlie played\\nBot menstrallis, serving man, and maid,\\nGat Mitchell in an auld pocke nucke,\\nSave dira adew his leive he tuik.\\nHe be the gait with murmo r passis,", "height": "3856", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "218 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAllace, I have forget the lasses\\nBot yit thay shall not want a plak\\nWill God give I returne abak.\\nThis was to cloik his waine coceat,\\nFor he come home ane vther gait\\nAs Culen Kyngis that Christ adorned,\\nPer aliam viam he returned.\\nIn Londone he ane ludgene tuike,\\nA inkeiper, a comon cuike,\\nAne tapster bay* of aill and wyne,\\nThat weill my* staik for sic a tryne.\\nVnto the court the word is gane,\\nThat he had sic ane ludgene lane.\\nLittle they said, what evir they thought.\\nVnto. this bischop there was brought\\nAne new-maid coische for to decore him\\nAne serving gentlema send for him,\\nThat stude ane long ho r at his yeatt,\\nOr he could ony entres geatt,\\nWhile he was grathed into his geir,\\nSiclyke as he was wont to weir,\\nAs I befoir have specifeit,\\nAnd Maister Willie will verefeit.\\nThe man that was his messinger,\\nThe Querns Grace Latin secretare,\\nBeing eschamit fra ever he saw him,\\nSaid to himself, a vengeance faa him.\\nTo this our brave embassador\\nWhome to we doe sic hono r\\nThat I am send for to hir Grace,\\nA cowe bust in a bischops place\\nYit in the cosche he lap at last.\\nInto the palice are they past,\\nWhich callit is the fair White hall,\\nthe palice wall\\nand wald no* spair,\\nWhich is a thing inhibit thair.\\nAne porter sone did him persave,", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 219\\nAnd to the bischop his blissing gave\\nBetuixt the schoulders a royall route,\\nTurning him wodderschins about.\\nTo scape the fray he was so fane,\\nHe put vp club in scheath agane.\\nCuing to presence of the Quene,\\nBecaus he had not sic thingis seine,\\nHe wist not weill how to behave him,\\nBot as some vthers counsall gave him\\nAnd that was of a semple sort,\\nAs I can tell by true report\\nOf gentlemen that stude besyde him,\\nThat he had na mair grace to guyde him\\nNor it had bene ane hieland quow,\\nLurcane and lo wring I wat not how.\\nThen his comissione being red,\\nOut of the palice he was sped,\\nThen to the wall agane gois he,\\nTo part of honestie.\\nThe portars publictlie reprovit him,\\nAnd doubtless they had thair mischevit him,\\nWere not the gentle men excuset him,\\nAnd thame forbade to stryke a stranger.\\nHe beand scapit of that danger,\\nHame through the past, and wald not spair\\nThay maid a mid wyfe of him thair\\nThey bring thame farre on abeling foiles,\\nBot send thame hame throw on thair soilles.\\nTuo moneth he tareit efter that,\\nBut never presence agane he gat.\\nWith bischops he began to fleich,\\nDesyring licence for to preich.\\nOf his auld sermon he had perquier,\\nBot they had never hard thame heir.\\nOf omnigatherene now his glose,\\nHe maid it lyk a Wealchma hose\\nTempora mutantur, was his text.\\nThe bischops vicar being vext", "height": "3860", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "220 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nTo ruse his maister, and set him out,\\nSayand to thame y* stude about,\\nGif ye his preiching could persave,\\nMy maister is a lerned knaif\\nPlacebois part behind his bak,\\nVnto the people this he spak\\nThe preiching done, the chapter red,\\nThey baith gaid fow aneuch to bed.\\nThis poysoned preicheo 1 of Godis word\\nIs not vnlyk a suple suord\\nFor in the fyire when ye have heat it,\\nTo ony syde you lyk to sett it,\\nIt will go worth and stand therto,\\nSo will this duble docto r doe.\\nFor greid of geir, and warldly graith,\\nOn baith the gaitis he griids his fayth.\\nFor daylie we may se his dress,\\nWhen Monseir gaid vnto his mess,\\nInto ane gallerie neir besyde\\nThair wald this halie bischope byde,\\nSaying, forsuith, it was not smittel.\\nI think he weyit the mater litle,\\nHow mony messis there was done,\\nSa he wer packed weill at none\\nFor daylie thair he gaid to dyne,\\nTo gett his fill of gude white wyne.\\nThe denner done, he wald not spair,\\nDowne to a house, tuo myle and mair,\\nTo Lambeth, bischope of Canterberrie,\\nVpon his feit, but not to ferrie\\nFor archness to had in a grote,\\nHe had no will to fie a bote\\nBot or he come neir hand the yeatt,\\nVpon ane dyke doun was he sett\\nInto a secreit out of sicht,\\nAnd sat thair till his schone wes dicht.\\nHe gave thame leive to dicht his schone\\nTo sponge his cloak durst not be done.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 221\\nIt hurt the woole, and wrought it bair\\nPuld off the mottes, and did no mair\\nHe had na will to weir his cleathis\\nThen to that bischop in he geas.\\nWith mony nattering taill and fals,\\nHe held that bischop in the hals,\\nSeiking the secreit of his wittis,\\nAnd ay besydis he fillis his guttis,\\nWachting the wyne, for it was wycht.\\nThen, when this turn cott tuke gude ny 4\\nHalf way hameward vp the calsay,\\nSaid to his servandis for a quha say.\\nAlace, the porter is foryett,\\nBut sorrow mair the men my* gett.\\nThen to a sowters chope he past,\\nAnd for a pair of schone he ast.\\nBot or he sperit the price to pay the,\\nHis thovmbis was on the soillis to say them\\nThen with his knockles he on them knockit\\nEftir that he had long tyme blockit,\\nWith grit difficultie he tuik thame,\\nAnd pat thame on ewill mocht he bruik them.\\nWith Monsier then he moyen maid,\\nLameting sair his lang abaid,\\nThinking to borrow a hundreth pundis,\\nAnd oblist him for to be bund\\nTo pay or he past off the toun.\\nThe vther, na dowt, had laid it downe,\\nWere not bechance he had a man,\\nThat with his maister roundit than\\nMy Lord, I kend yone lowne in Parise,\\nHe weill betydis that sometymes careis;\\nAnd codigne docto 1 to all townes,\\nMy mother lent him fyftene crownes\\nBesydes some vtheris nychbo r is thair,\\nSome lent him less, some lent him mair.\\nWork what we willit was in vaine,\\nWe uald nevir gett a grote agane.", "height": "3860", "width": "2196", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "222 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThe vther said nothing for schame,\\nBut held his toung while he turned hame.\\nTen pundis slidling furth he tuike,\\nAnd knit it in a neapkin nucke,\\nSaying, forsuith, I have no mair\\nNow at this present I may spair.\\nBut when he gettis y* geir agane,\\nThair will na river ryse for raine,\\nAnd porter, porter of hellis yeattis,\\nThat day this docto r payis his debtis.\\nThis wald not serve his turne he tho fc\\nSome vther moyen sone he socht.\\nThe Scottis merchandis were lyand thair\\nI find he maid thair baggis all bair,\\nAnd promised, vnder pane of schame,\\nTo pay so sone as he come hame.\\nBot as he payit, ye may speir,\\nGif Gilbert Donalds one were heir\\nOr Patrick Quhyt, he weill can tell,\\nSayand, thair is no devill in hell\\nCould find sic falset for to deceave him,\\nAs he, when ever he come to crave him.\\nAne vther London paik he playit,\\nSending some letters, as he said,\\nWith Patrick Quhyt, as he declairis,\\nBearing the wecht of grit affairis,\\nTo come in Scotland to the King.\\nThe man mensueris he saw sic thing.\\nSuppose the teale be fals and feinyeit,\\nYit to the Kingis Grace he has pleinyeit.\\nHavand the court at his comand,\\nHe gart the pure ma leave the land\\nFor all the fyve bairnes and the wyffe,\\nThis Metropolitan e of Fyiffe\\nIs enterit on his hous and geir\\nBut how this happened, ye sail heir,\\nThought it be tedious for to tell.\\nThe ma duellis in S* Androis sell,", "height": "3860", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 223\\nHe lent this lowne thrie hundreth mek\\nBot when he craveth Cok his clerk,\\nHe culd not find ane vther gait,\\nBot fred him with this fals coceat.\\nGif this be weill, the warld shall ken\\nTo raise sic schiftis on saikles men.\\nThan flobert Melwin hame to gang,\\nOn his awin charges lyand lang,\\nSayand this burgh I may not bruik,\\nHis precept of pensione furth he tuike,\\nBiddand my Lord subscryve ane letter,\\nAnd swa he did, but not the better.\\nHame to the prowest he was directit\\nBut ye shall heir whow he was geckit.\\nHame to the prowest when he past,\\nIt greived him, and he was agast\\nWho tuke him by the lap, and lewch,\\nYe ken his knaverie weill aneuche.\\nOf all his teyndis, both meill and beir,\\nI have discharges for a yeir\\nHe gart me pay thame or I ledd thame\\nThe vther tuke thame vp and redd thame.\\nHe sayned him, but he said no mair\\nTak up his Londone wsayage thair.\\nAne burges man there beand bound,\\nHaving a trvme schop in the toun\\nVnto this Bischope sone he socht,\\nTo get a licence gif he mocht,\\nFor fortie last of Inglis beir\\nSaid, ten pund Stirveling I have heir,\\nAnd mair, when misteris you comand.\\nThe Bischop tuke it weill on hand\\nTo Secretare Welschingame gois he,\\nThe pearle and flowre of courtasie\\nWith signato 1 in neif alreddie,\\nHe send him to his Soverane Ladie\\nFor fourtie last of Englis beir.\\nBot what ane leesing made he heir", "height": "3876", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "224 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nHe said, to serve his house at hame,\\nBut it was sauld in want of schame\\nAnd not with him that he began,\\nHe happened on ane vther man,\\nAnd tuentie pund Stirveling fra him tuke\\nThe first merchant he cleane forsuike\\nGave him the geek, and lat him gea\\nGud threttie pundis he coqueist sea.\\nAmongis the Bischopis of the towne,\\nHe played the beggar vp and downe,\\nWithout respect of hones tie,\\nOr office of embassadrie.\\nAne scaffmg warlot, wanting schame,\\nThrie of thair haikneis he tuik hame.\\nHe beggit buikis, he beggit bowis\\nTacking in earnest, asking in mowes;\\nAs Maister Jhone Dowglass weill can tell,\\nHow slealie he deceavit him sell\\nBorrowing ane coffer to keip his claythis,\\nBot with this baggage hame he geas.\\nThis turn cott now returnig bak,\\nTrowand some great reward to tak\\nBot Englis men are not so daft,\\nBot they perceaved his clocked craft.\\nThey knew him for a sembling baird,\\nWhome to they wald give no rewarde\\nConsidering as he sett him furth,\\nThey gave him mair then he was worthe.\\nSeing his copburde come to nocht,\\nTua leathering bosses he hes bought\\nThay will not brek, albeit they fall,\\nThir strapis of trie destroyis vs all,\\nThey brek so mony, I may no* byde it\\nHeir all the inspraich he provydit.\\nReturnig hame, as ye hard tell,\\nHe baid behind a day him sell,\\nThe simple servantis to beguyle,\\nSayand, he wald ryde furth a whyle,", "height": "3860", "width": "2464", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 225\\nTo seay a bow that was suthing wicht\\nSyne come agane, and tak gud nycht\\nBot on lap he, and went to wair\\nFairweill adewe they gat na mair.\\nGif this be honest, ye may ken,\\nAnd, namelie, to sic honest men,\\nOur Legat Lord in primacie,\\nBesydis his grit embassadrie,\\nTo vse swa in vncouth places;\\nLitle merwell, in. teporall cases,\\nHe had na will to give reward,\\nThat to his saule had no regard.\\nFor, lying in periculo mortis,\\nTua of the Kirk to him resortes\\nBalcanquhall, as ane Christiane brother,\\nAnd Maister Andro Melwill was the other\\nBoth being fay 1 full, fearing God.\\nWent to persuade this subtile tod,\\nLascivous maneris to amend,\\nSen na man knawis the ho r nor end.\\nThis, at the lenth, he lent them eiris,\\nAnd brusted out in a blus of tearis.\\nBrother, he sayis, I schame to tell\\nSa oft as I misvsit my sell,\\nIn guyding of the giftis of grace\\nGif God wald lend me tyme and space,\\nTua ho r is in pulpit to dep ir it,\\nMy synfull lyfe sail no 1 be smorit\\nWith this agane began to greit.\\nThe bretherene, seing him cotreit,\\nGave thankis to God for his repentence\\nBut now, for all his auld acquetance,\\nHe playit the turnecot for to deceave them,\\nDeny and plane that ever he spak them.\\nTo George Durrie he played a juike,\\nThat will not be foryet this oulke\\nFoure hundreth merkis he gart him get him,\\nFor tackis of kirkis he hecht to set him,\\n15", "height": "3860", "width": "2160", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "226 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAnd syne set vther men the teindis.\\nThe vther, having forse of freindis,\\nConcludit schortlie for to slea him,\\nFor vyling of his syluer fra him\\nAs they had done, no dout, in deid,\\nWere not he sped him there with speid,\\nAnd fand sic moyen for to meis them,\\nPromissand profeit for to pleis them.\\nWhairto it turnes I can no 1 tell\\nBut sua the sophist savit him sell.\\nTo him I can find na copair\\nSave anes in France, when I was there,\\nGud Clemet Marit had a lowne,\\nA knaif that cubart all the towne\\nWith spreitis employed to everie vice,\\nAs whoredome, drincking, cartis and dyce\\nTo sweir, to ban, to steill and tak,\\nAne never my* trow a word he spak\\nIn everie ludgene whair he wald licht,\\nTaking his leive without gud nicht\\nGarring the wyfis sing wallaway,\\nLyk to the Bischop of Galloway\\nBut he was sum thing pure and needie\\nAnd this is feinyet, fals and griedie.\\nGalloway with no mater meld him,\\nExcept necessitie copeld him\\nTaking the warld as God wald send it,\\nHaving ane noble hart to spend it.\\nBot ay the mair this smatche r gettis,\\nThe closser garris be keip the yettis\\nFeiding his bellie and his bryde,\\nBegging and borrowing ay besyde.\\nGalloway was a man of gude,\\nDiscendit of a noble blude\\nFranck with his freind, fordward and stout,\\nHaving gude maneris to set them out\\nAnd this is but ane cairle, ye sie,\\nAne baxteris son of bas degrie", "height": "3848", "width": "2368", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 22\\nFeable and field, and nothing worth,\\nWanting a face to set him furth.\\nWhat suld 1 lyble of this lowne\\nNot all the paper of this towne,\\nAnd blek it baith vnder and abone,\\nMay had the half that he hes done.\\nWha could cleirlie descryve his cases\\nIn Parise, and in vther places,\\nGif men my fc tyme and laser get\\nSome thingis, indeid, I have forget\\nParceaving that he was scant of clathis,\\nTo Londone Bischop sone he geathis,\\nDesyring the borrowing of a gowne,\\nHe said, to preich in through the towne.\\nThe Bischop, obeying the first comand,\\nSend for his wardrop man fre hand.\\nTuiching that part I ma comend him\\nAne diligat gowne indeid he send him\\nBot when that gowne comes hame agane,\\nWinter salbe butt wind and raine.\\nAlbeit I was not there to see,\\nHe weiris it yit, to verefie\\nGrowgraine of silk, bot it is gray,\\nWhen ever ye see it, siris, ye may say,\\nHe gat that gowne, with this ingyne,\\nWeill lyned with costly furringis fyne.\\nHow he beguylit Jhone Harper of York,\\nAne Scottis tailyeo 1 lives on his work,\\nAff fra a merchant he gart him tak\\nNew brekis and dowblat, for to mak,\\nOf Turkie taffatie, na war geir\\nBot as he payeth him, ye sail heir.\\nThis turne cott with his trickis begane,\\nGrowand familiar with the man,\\nSayand forsuith my silver is done\\nBut Londone will me releive sone\\nFor in that toun I tak na cair\\nThe Scottis merchants will meit methair,", "height": "3860", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "228 THE SEMPILL BALLATES,\\nWith monie, als mekle as I will tak.\\nWhairfore, to my returmg bak,\\nYe wald doe weillgif ye wald thrist me,\\nAnd at this present not molest me.\\nYe salbe payit tak ye no thought\\nYour tristene sail not be for nought\\nAt our nixt meiting. What suld mair\\nThe vther saw him speik so fair\\nTo crave him forder he thoght schame.\\nBot turne cott, now returnig hame,\\nFand out some vther gait to gea\\nSewin pund he payit this pure ma sea.\\nSome sayes he played ane fouller thing,\\nBespewed the pulpit befoir the king\\nOr ever the preiching was midpart done,\\nHe neither held vnder nor abone.\\nNa ferlie his cotagious stomack\\nWas sa owersett with Burdeous drumake\\nAnd George Gipsones iskie bae\\nHad all the wyte he womit sae.\\nSone after that, for sowmes of debt,\\nA meas r vpon the gait him mett,\\nGewing him charges to obey,\\nTo enter in warde, or els to pay.\\nThis lowrie little ans r mackis,\\nBot on a gray bonnet he tackis\\nA scheip hewit clock to cover his cleathis\\nBut lad or boy to Ley* he geathis\\nLapp in a bott, and maid him boun\\nSen syne he come not in the toun.\\nAne vther trick, as I remember\\nThe threttene day of this November,\\nVnto his bed he bownit so fow,\\nSleipping and snoring lyk a sow\\nDreamand some devill he had sene,\\nOut of the bed he wald have bene\\nBut on the flure he gat a fall,\\nWhile doun came Cannabie and all", "height": "3848", "width": "2380", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 22!)\\nVpon his bellie, with sic a brattle,\\nThe houshold, hearing sic a rattle,\\nMervelit mekle what it suld be\\nLychtit candles, and came to sie,\\nAnd fand him lyand lyk a swyne,\\nBayth bak and syde bespewit with wyne.\\nSeeing it rid, they waxt so red,\\nBelieving it had bene blood he bled\\nCryand out, harmesay, he was stickit\\nWhile ane pat doun his hand and lickit.\\nThis is not blude, tho* it be hewit,\\nBut Burdeous wyne, that he has spewit,\\nWith schame and lack I will not lane,\\nThey laid him in his bed agane.\\nTherefore I wald ye vnderstude,\\nWe have na tyme for to coclude\\nFor ay the longare Lowrie leivis,\\nAs fassione is of feinyit theivis,\\nThe}^ wilbe daylie for doing ill.\\nEwin sa I will augment my bill,\\nAs I gett witt in mair and mair\\nOf his proceidingis heir and thair.\\nI sail leive blankis for to imbrew thame,\\nThat he a nosebitt my beleive thame,\\nWhome to my buik salbe directit.\\nBeing in Paris lait suspected\\nFor art and part of rnubling messis,\\nThought he hypocrysie professis\\nAlbeit this be not weill set furth,\\nBecaus the mater was no 1 worth,\\nDesyre the Bischope to be cotent,\\nBecaus I am no fc eloquent.\\nI have tane trawell for liis saik,\\nAnd ryme may for a raipfull staik.\\nMind ye thir heidis that I rehers\\nI sail not faill to mend my vers.\\nQuod R S.\\nFINIS.", "height": "3860", "width": "2160", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "230 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nJIIF3L\u00e2\u0080\u0094 JFollotofe tfje JSallat mat* bpounlHargret\\njHemtng, calltt tfje JBempg harft in lEtoitt 2\\nburgijt\\n[George Bannatyne s Manuscript Collection of Poems, 1568,\\nNo. 164, preserved in the Library of the Faculty of Ad-\\nvocates, Edinburgh. The Evergreen Being a Collec-\\ntion of Scots Poems, wrote by the Ingenious before\\n1600. Published by Allan Ramsay, Edinburgh, 1724.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChronicle of Scottish Poetry from the Thirteenth Cen-\\ntury, to the Union of the Crowns. Edited by James\\nSibbald, Edinburgh, 1802.]\\nHAIF a littill Fleming berge\\nOff clenkett wark bot scho is wicht\\nQuhat pylett takis my schip in chairge\\nMon hald hir clynlie trym and ticht\\niSe tnat bir hatchis be handlit richt\\nWith steirburd, baburd, luf and lie\\nScho will sale all the wintirnight\\nAnd nevir tak a telzevie\\nWith evin keill befoir the wind\\nScho is richt fairdy with a saill\\nBot at ane lufe scho lyis behind\\nGar heise hir quhill hir howbands skaill\\nDraw weill the takill to hir taill\\nScho will nocht miss to lay zour mast-\\nTo pomp als oft as ze may haill\\nZeill nevir hald her watter-fast.\\nTo calfet hir oft can do non ill\\nAnd talloun quhair the flud-mark flowis\\nBut gif scho lekkis gett men of skill\\nTo stop hir hoilis laich in the howis\\nFor fait of hemp tak hary towis,\\nWith stane-ballest withowttin vder", "height": "3860", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 231\\nIn moneless nichtis it is na mbwis,\\nExcept ane stowt man steir hir ruder\\nA fair vesschell abone the watter\\nAnd is hot laitly reiket to\\nQuhairto till deif zow with tome clatter\\nAr nane sic in the floit as scho\\nPlvm weill the grand, quhat evir ze doo\\nHaill on the fick-sheit and the blind\\nScho will tak in at cap and koo\\nWithowt scho ballast be behind\\nNae pedderis pak sho will ressaif\\nAlthocht hir travell scho sowld tyne\\nNa coukcald karle nor carnlingis pet\\nThat dois thair come and caitell tryne\\nBot quhair scho findis a fallow fyne\\nHe wilbe frawcht fre for a souss\\nScho kareis nocht bot men and wyne\\nAnd bulzoun to the counze-houss\\nFor merchandmen I may haif mony\\nBut nane sic as I wald desyre\\nAnd I am layth to mell with ony\\nTo leis my mater in the myre\\nThat man that wirkes best for his hyre\\nSyne he salbe my mariner\\nBot nycht and day mon he nocht tyre\\nThat sailis my bony ballinger\\nFor anker-hald nane can be fund\\nI pray zow cast the leid-lyne owt\\nAnd gif ze can nocht get the grand\\nSteir be the compas and keip hir rowt\\nSyne treveis still and lay abowt\\nAnd gar her top twiche wind and waw\\nQuhair anker dryvis thair is na dowt\\nThir tripand tyddis may tyne ws a", "height": "3852", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "232\\nTHE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nNow is my pretty pynnege reddy\\nAbydand on sum merchand blok\\nBot be scho emptie be our leddy\\nScho will be kittill of hir dok\\nScho will ressaif na landwart Jok\\nThocht he wald frawcht hir for a croun\\nThus fair ze weill, sayes gude Johne Cok\\nAne nobill telzeour in this toun.\\nFinis Q. Sempill.\\nXmTCI \u00c2\u00bbetr fbllotofe tfje Mmtt of ttximzll\\nSanMantite Jor feing fjtrself contrair fyt Em\\n(\u00c2\u00a3ommantii\u00c2\u00a3 Being in toarti for plaging of tije\\nIottti toiffj eberg ane list geif Jjir Ijalf a croun,\\netc*\\n[Geoege Bannatyne s Manuscript Collection of Poems, 1568,\\nNo. 165, preserved ,in the Library of the Faculty of\\nAdvocates, Edinburgh. The Evergreen Being a Col-\\nlection of Scots Poems, wrote by the Ingenious before\\n1600. Published by Allan Eamsay, Edinburgh, 1724.\\nIn this Expostulation with the Magistrates of Edinburgh\\non account of some harsh measures which they had\\nadopted against Mrs. Crissel Sandelandis and her frail\\nfamily, in whose company one of the Protestant Clergy\\nhad been discovered, Sempill introduces the names of\\nsome distinguished characters of the time.]\\nERNITIOUS peple perciall in despyte\\nSusanis judges saweris of seditioun\\nZour cankert counsale is thecauss and wyte\\nBowstert with pryd and blindit with\\nambitioun\\nFyndand na cryme nor havand na commissioun\\nTo hurt Dame Venus Virsrenis as ze do", "height": "3860", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 233\\nGif ze sa raschlie rin vpoun suspitioun\\nZe may put vthiris on the pannell to\\nTo Sandelandis ze wer our sair to schame hir\\nSen ze with counsale mycht quyetlie command hir\\nGrit foulis ze wer with fallowis to defeme hir\\nHavand na causs bot commoun voce and sklander\\nSyne findand no man in the houss neir hand hir\\nExcept ane clerk of godly conversatioun*\\nQuhat gif besyd Johne Dureis self ze fand hir\\nDar ze suspect the holy congregatioun\\nZour fleslie conscience garris zow tak this feir\\nBeleif ze virgynis wilbe win so sone\\nNa god forbid Bot men bourd als neir\\nAnd wemen nocht the wor quhen that is done\\nHad scho bene vndir and he hobland abone\\nThat war a perellous play for to suspect thame\\nBot laddis and lassis will meit eftirnone\\nQuhair Dick and Dvrie dow nocht bay th correct thame\\nSen drunkardis giuttonis and contentious men\\nSchedderis of blude and subiectis gevin to greid, f\\nMay nocht possess the hevinly gioir ze ken\\nAs in the bybill dalie do we reid\\nLat thir be wyit allyk till every leid\\nSyne fornicatioun plasit amangis the laif\\nExemp zour self throw all the toun in deid\\nThan luke how mony ze onmerkit haif\\nGif ze beleif nocht Betoun be his word\\nIn hir defenss it can nocht be reffusit\\nLatt him that fallowis fecht it with ye sword\\nAne ancient law quhen ladeis ar accusit\\nIs ministeris sic men to be abusit\\nThat knawis the scripteur and the ten commandis\\nAlbeit he and scho wor in ane houss inclusit\\nHe sew na seid in to hir Sandelandis\\nOn, the margin The Minister Betoun. v t Viz., Covetyce.", "height": "3852", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "234 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nAs for the rest I knaw nocht thair vocatioun\\nThair lyfe thair maneris Bot I heir mony mene thame\\nCatholik virgenis of the holy congregatioun\\nSyn wer to tyne thame gif ze cowld obtene thame\\nQuhat can ze say except that ze had sene thame\\nWith rein in ra all nakkit but adherance\\nThan tak a bowstring and draw it doun betwene thame\\nAnd gif it stickis it hes ane evill apperance\\nCatitois clerkis quhois college ze frequentit\\nQuhen ye wor wanneris of hir wantoun band\\nNow ze ar lamit fra labour I lamentit\\nZour pistolis twinit and bak sprent lyk a wand\\nSnapwark adew fra dagmen dow nocht stand\\nAnd worss than that ze want zour morsing powder\\nThan cumis conscience with crukit staf in hand\\nGreitand for byganis bow and bak and schowder\\nRemembir first zour former qualitie\\nAnd wrak na virgenis with zour wilfull weir\\nGif ze will nocht Than our regalitie\\nHes power planely to replege thame heir\\nMycht thay win to the girth I tak no feir\\nDoun by the Canno Croce I pray zow send thame\\nQuhair Patrik Bannatyne hes promeist to compeir\\nWith lawfull ressonis reddy to defend thame\\nOn causs thair is thay can nocht be convict\\nZe had na power fra the sone wes sett\\nThe provest gaif na power to Gilbert Dick\\nThe speciall thing that sowld nocht bene forzett\\nThay war nocht theivis nor zit condempt in dett\\nNor ridhand tane quhilk was na causs ze knaw\\nBot ze latt rukis and ravynis rin throw the nett\\nAnd saikles dowis makis subiect to ye law\\nZour perciall Juge we may decry ne hirn to\\nBot sett me doun the persone Permycuke", "height": "3860", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 235\\nOr Sanderis Guthrie lat see quhat lie can do\\nHe kermis the caice and keipis zour awin court buke\\nFor men of law I wat nocht quhome to luke\\nAuld James Bannatyne wes anis a man of skill\\nAnd gif he cumis nocht thair I wald we tuke\\nTo keip oure dyet Maister Dauid Makgill\\nQuhat cummer castis the formest stane lat see\\nAt tha peure winchis ze wranguslie suspect\\nFor sklenting bowttis Now better war lat bee\\nNor to begin to gett zour selffis ane geek\\nThe grittest fait I find in this effect\\nZe baith tuke money and put thame selffis to schame\\nBot quhen the court cumis to the toun quhat reck\\nWe sail restoir thame to thair stok agane\\nIn zour tolbuth sic presouneris to plant\\nWilbe ressauit weill ze may considder\\nGud Captane Adamsone will nocht lat thame want\\nBedding howbeit thay sowld lig all togidder\\nAs for his wyf I wald ze sowld forbid hir\\nHir eyndling toyis I trow thair be no denger\\nBecauss his lome is larbour groun and lidder\\nBut vndirstanding now to treit ane strenger\\nThe grittest greif I find ze haif defament\\nThir leill trew luvaris and done their freindis bot lack\\nBecauss thair bandis wer reddy to be proclamit\\nThe pairteis mett and maid a fair contrack\\nBot now allace the men ar loppin aback\\nFor oppin sklander callit ane speikand devill\\nIn grit effairis ze had nocht bene sa frack\\nConcernyng the rewling of zour commoun weill\\nTo pvneiss pairt is parcialitie\\nTo pvneiss all is hard to do in deid\\nBot send thame heir to oure regalitie\\nAnd we sail see gif we can serve thair neid", "height": "3860", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "236 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nThis rurall ryme quha sa lyk for to reid\\nTo Diet and Dury is directit plane\\nQuhair I offend thame in my land wart leid\\nI salbe reddy to reforme agane\\nFINIS Q. SEMPLE.\\nIIMII- tfolldbris tfje Ballat mat* be Eoliert\\nSemple, of Sonet Eeto, Sine Fiolet, an* Sine\\n\u00c2\u00a9utjgi Being \u00c2\u00a3liei)t toenten of Igf ant eonber=\\njsatioun, anti tabernarisL\\n[Geoege Bannatyne s Manuscript Collection of Poems, 1568,\\nNo. 166, preserved in the Library of the Faculty of\\nAdvocates, Edinburgh. The Evergreen Being a Col-\\nlection of Scots Poems, wrote by the Ingenious before\\n1600. Published by Allan Eamsay, Edinburgh, 1724.\\nChronicle of Scottish Poetry, from the Thirteenth Cen-\\ntury, to the Union of the Crowns. Edited by James\\nSibbald, Edinburgh, 1802.]\\njFF cullouris cleir quha lykis to weir\\nAr sindry sortis in to this toun\\nGrene zellow blew and mony hew\\nBayth Pareis blak and Inglis broun\\nLundoun sky quha lykis to by\\nBit Cullour de Hoy is clene laid down\\nDundy gray this mony a day\\nIs lychleit bayth with laid and loun\\nStanche my fyking and stryd my lyking\\nAr semely hewis for sommer play", "height": "3848", "width": "2376", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPILL BALLATES. 23\\nDundippit in zello For mony gud fallo\\nAs Will of Quhit-hawch bad me say\\nI will nocht dermyit till nane that will by it\\nFor silver nane salbe said nay\\nZe nocht to plenzie my clayth will nocht stenzie\\nSuppois ze weit it nycht and day\\nAnd I haif Quhyt off grit delyt\\nAnd Yiolett cjuha lykis to weir\\nWeill werand Reid qnhill ze be deid\\nQuhilk sail nocht failzie tak ze no feir\\nThe Qnhyt is gude and richt weil lwid\\nBot zit the Reid is twyis als deir\\nThe Violet syne bayth fresche and fyne\\nSail serve zow hosyng for a zeir\\nThe Quhyt is twiche and fresche ennewche\\nSoft as the silk as all men seis\\nThe Reid is bony and socht of mony\\nThey hyve abowt the house lyk beis.\\nWith Violet to gif ze haif ado\\nIt meitis lyk stemmyne to zour theis\\nSeure be my witting not brunt in the lifting\\nSuppois baith laidis and lymeris leis\\nOff all thir thre he wis I haif left clewis\\nTo be oure court-men wintter weid\\nTwynit and small, the best of thame all\\nMay weir the claith for woll and threid\\nBot in the walk-mill, the wedder is ill\\nThir ar nocht drying dayis indeid\\nAnd gif it be watt I hecht for that\\nIt tuggis in hoilis, and gais abbreid\\nZit it is weill walkit cairdit and calkit\\nAls warme a weid as weir-the-deule\\nWeill wrocht in the lwmis, with wobster gwmis,\\nBayth thik and nymmill gais the spwle", "height": "3860", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "238 THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\nCotfcond and schorne, the mair it be worne\\nZe find zoursel the grittar fule\\nBot bony forsuth cum byit in my bwth\\nTo mak zow garmentis agane zule\\nBot mixt thir togidder, zourself may considder\\nQuhat fyner cullour can be fund\\nAnd namely of breikis, gif ony man seikis\\nSail haif the pair ay for a pund\\nHowbeid it be skant, na wowaris sail want\\nThat to my bidding wilbe bund\\nWeill may thay bruikit thay neid nocht to lukit\\nBot graip it marklynis be the grand\\nZour court-men heir has maid my claith deir\\nAnd raisd it twell-pennies of the ell\\nZit is my claith seuver, for sadills to ceuver\\nSuppois the sessioun raid thamesell\\nThe Violet certane wes maid Dumbartane\\nThe Reid wes walkit in Dumkell\\nThe Quhyt hes bene dicht in mony mirk nicht,\\nBut tyme and place I cannot tell\\nNow gif ze wirk wyislie and shaip it precyslie\\nThe elwand wald be grit and lang\\nGif the byess be wyd gar lay it on syd\\nAnd sa ze cannocht weill ga wrang\\nAnd for the lang lest it wald be schewid fast\\nAnd cair nocht by how deip ze gang\\nBot want ze quyht threid ze can nocht cum speid\\nBlak walloway mon be zour sang\\nBot thocht it be auld and twenty tymis sawld\\nZit will the freprie mak zow fane\\nWith vlis to renew it and mak it weill he wit\\nAnd gar it glans lyk Dummygrane\\nSyne with the sleik stanis that serveis for the nam s\\nThey raise the pyle I mak zow plane", "height": "3860", "width": "2428", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "THE SEMPlLL BALLATES. 239\\nWith mony grit aith thay sell this same claith\\nTo gar the byeris cum agane\\nNow is my wob wrocht and arlit to be bocht\\nCum lay the payment in my hand\\nAnd gif my claith felzie ze pay nocht a melzie\\nThe wob salbe at zour command\\nThe market is thrang, and will nocht lest lang\\nThay by fast in the b or dour land\\nAlbeid I haif tynsell zit mon I tak hansell\\nTo pay for buth-maill and my stand\\nMy claith wald be lwd with grit men of gud\\nGif lawdis and lownis wald latt me be\\nZit mon I excuse thame how can I reffuse thame\\nSen all menis penny makis him free\\nThe best and the gay of it myself tuk a fay of it\\nA wylie-coit I will nocht lee\\nQuhilk did me no harme bot held my cost werme\\nA symple merchant ze may see\\nThis far to releif me that na man repreif me\\nIn Jedburgh at the Justice air\\nThis sang of thre lassis was maid abone glassis\\nThat tyme thot thay wer tapstaris thair\\nThe first wes ane Quhyt a lass of delyt\\nThe Violett bayth gud and fair\\nKeip the Reid fra skaith scho is worth tham baith\\nSa to be schort I say na mair\\nFinis Q. R. Semple.", "height": "3860", "width": "2200", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3804", "width": "2376", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "w\\n8ppentif}\\\\\\nI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 POEMS ASSIGNED TO SIR JAMES SEMPLE\\nOF BELTREES.\\n(Born 1566. Died February 1625.)\\n[The following Poems, now for the first time printed, are\\npreserved in a small Quarto Manuscript Volume, written\\nbefore 1598 and 1610, in the Library of the Faculty of\\nAdvocates, Edinburgh. They dwell much on the beauty\\nof his Mistress, with the constancy and fervour of his\\nattachment, whilst he calls on all that Heeris these\\nAmorous Tragicke Playes to condole with him on his\\nwant of fortune, since the Fates have, ordained that his love\\nshould go unrequited.]\\nt\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Hotter fLament\\nrestles I liue\\nY Loue allace is Loathsum wnto me\\nin absence of my sweete\\nThe harde mishapis I have incurred latelye hes\\nwith dispaire ourquhelm d my\\nweerie spreit the Loyell saul is this the fates decreete\\nmay I noucht haue your presens as befoir\\nAdew contentment till thow me intreit, so sail be sene ay till\\nthow me restoir\\nKnew I allace the way I might deploir not to the world but\\nto thy self my teers\\nOnlie by the may cuirit be my soir, ten thousand heartes may\\nnot sustene sic weeres\\nNo worldlie pleesure can expell my paine but presence of my\\ndeerest deer agane.\\n16", "height": "3852", "width": "2196", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "242 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nH %m Upr*\\nQUHEN Diaphantus knew, the destanyes decreete\\nQuhenn he was forcet for to forgoe, his deere and Loving\\nsweit\\nOuervoited with the vailles of balme-rehaiting trees\\nOurgazeinges grouflings on the gronde with death prent in\\nhis eyes\\nOft precisit hee to speeke Ohe quhile hee did assaye\\nThe agonizing dread of deathe his wrastling voyce did stay\\nAt last as ane quho stryues aganes both woe and shame\\nDiere charridora can hee crye myne ay adoirit dame\\nmrst I attest thy name syne nixt the godds aboue\\nBut cheefe of thes, that boy that beeris the staitely stile of Loue\\nLet thoese recoirds with me, what was my constante pairt\\nAnd giue I did noucht honour the with ane weell hallowit\\nhairt\\nTo sacreefice to the my secreete chaist desyres\\nVpoun thy bewties alter brunte with neuer quenching fyeris\\nIhow was that idole still quhoes Image I adoirit\\nThe sanct to quhome I made my vowes quhoes pities I\\nimploirit\\nThe stare which saued my schipe from tempest of dispair\\nQuhen the horizoun of my hoipe ou rcloudit was with cair\\nThow was that soueraigne balme that sweet catholick saw\\nQuhilk couerit me of all my ills that did my heart ourthrow\\nBut now suche strange events hes interveinit sensyne\\nThat I dare not avow to saye nor think that thow art myne\\nQuhilk makes me to insert in thois my sorrowing songes\\nThe hist ories of my mishaps my miseries and wronges\\nNoucht that I can accuise my charidora no\\nI onlie execrate the wierds cheefe workeris of my woe\\nSould schoe quhom I haue seruit sua mony lothsum zeeris\\nffor quhom my dew distelling eyes hes sched suche storme of teirs\\nSould schoe I say be made ane pray to suche a one\\nQuho for her saike he never gave not ane vntymely grone\\nNo suirelie swrelie no 1 the weirdes may doe me wrong\\nAnd makher by there bade decreete to quhom schoe suld belong\\nBecause the heavin dothe blenke on sum moir blyther then on\\nme\\nAnd giue them giftes moir plawsible to charme a churles eye", "height": "3840", "width": "2392", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "SIK JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTREES. 243\\nZet dare I weell compair yea peraduenture vaunte\\nThat schoe is myne by richt of loue thoucht luck in loue I\\nwante\\nAlbeit my horoscope Invaide my worldlie thinges\\nZit into Loue it gaue me Hue for to compair with kinges\\nffor giue I knew there were beneathe the starrie skye\\nThat durst avow to loue my Love moir faithfullie then I\\nI would ryue out this heart which interleanes my breathe\\nAnd cast it doune befoir her feete and dye a schamefull breath\\nBut sen boith tyme and schoe lies tryit me to be trew\\nAnd hes founde such faithfullnes in me as salbe founde in few\\nI rest secuire in that and care noucht wha pretend\\nThe mae presoome the mair my pairt proues perfit to the end\\nAnd wtheris faithles faythe in ballaunce put with myne\\nSail mak my treuth for to triumphe andlyke a sunne to schyne\\nThere sail no change of tyme of heavin of soile noir ayre\\nInforce me to forgett my vowes maide to my fairest fair\\nQuhilk now I heere renew In solemne forme againe\\nThat to witnes as I beganne so sail I suire remayne\\nI sweere by thy tuo eyne my onlie dearest deare\\nAnd by thestageoun stankes of hell by which the gods do siveir\\nThat thow arte onlie schoe quhois countenance I crave\\nThat I salbe in Lyfe and death thy best affected slaue\\nThat I sail neither sighe nor sobe nor zit sail greit nor grone\\nffor one that euer sail tak Lyfe saif the evin the allone\\nThat there sail no deceit of Lovelye Laughing ene\\nNor charmeing sounds of eyrion songes nor fare fetchit sighes\\nbetuene\\nDeface out of my mynde whiche are so suire Imprest\\nThy wordes soe wyse, thy Luikes so grave thy maneris so\\nmodest\\nThat day sail nevir daw nor sunne sail never schyne\\nSail quarrell me for appostate for nought remayneing thyne\\nAnd that which heere I sweere Least sylence suld it smoir\\nThe verie trees sail testiefie quhilk onlie are befoir\\nAnd cheefe and aboue all this holeine sade and grene\\nInto the quhilk thy name and myne in graven may be sene\\nhappie happie tree quhoes euer blessit barke\\nSail ludge the trophie of our loue for thy Immortall worke\\nQuhilk hes the force to cans the memorie remayne\\nSequestrate from the bastard soirt of trees which are prophane", "height": "3860", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "244 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nAnd quhenn the rest salbe ouerpast with cairles eye\\nZet sail thow be adorit and kist for charidorais trei\\nZe peraduenture to ffor diaphantus saike\\nSum rectles bodie cuming by will homage to the make\\nThus blisst sail thow remayne quhenn I salbe agast\\nInto quhat corner of the eirth poore wretch I salbe cast\\nIndeid all is in doubt saue this we mone depairt\\nThe bo dye must in pilgrime be and shee must haue the hart\\nThe thoucht of quhilk exyle and dolorous devoirce\\nBreedes sorrow sorrow heer in me this eloquence perforce\\nifor quhill I was resoluit to thesaurize my greeife\\nBecaus that it sould move in men moir mervell nor beleef\\nThe never ceassing feide of melancounterous faites\\nOuer haistnit this abortiue birth of Importune regrates\\nTo witnes to the world that my mishaps are suche\\nThat thoucht I murne lyke man half mad I cannot murne\\ntoo much\\nifor giue of all mishaps this be the first of all\\nTo haue bene happie happie anes and fra that hap to fall\\nI wote I may weell say that diaphantus name\\nIs the sournyme of all mishaps and signifies the same\\nffor giue there wer no hell but out of heavin to bee\\nConsidder what her wante would worke whois sight wes\\nhevin to me\\nI think all thois that speekes of sorrow sould think schame\\nQuhenn diaphantus salbe heard for charidorais name\\nHer bewtie was but bloote her treuth wes vnreprovit\\nThe ane deseruit for to Hue, the vther for to be Lovit\\nZit hes this deuilishe dame of destanies ordanit\\nThat he sail Lois baith Lyfe and Loue and schee a faythfull\\nfrende\\nQuherefoir all zee that heeris these amorous tragicke playes\\nBestow on me ane world of plantes on her a world of prais\\nSemple", "height": "3840", "width": "2372", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "SIR JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTBEES. 245\\nHL Cratps pas^tonatio:\\nQUHY did the gods ordaine ane michtie nionarchis mynde\\nWithin the presoun of my corps to be inclo ed and pynde\\nQuhy did they predecree suche intestine debate\\nSuche euill weeris to be betuixe my calling and conceite\\nGiue as sum say there be ane transfiguratioune thenn\\nEvin at sum princes fall or death my baleful birth began\\nAnd as he dyit his saull and spirit hes no win into me\\nQuhilk maks my munting mynde so fare aboue my fate to flee\\nZit doubt I giue or no my predecessoures gone\\nThat vniquhile prince hes iuster cans or I for to bemone\\nHee pleanes perhaps becaus within a worlde so wylde\\nHis princelie and heroike thouchts suld daylie be defylde\\nI murne againe becaus my founde conceatie thoucht\\nDoune weyit allace be my wnwoorthe: resolues and turns to\\nnoucht\\nGiue ane or bathe be plagued I cannoucht weell defyne\\nThe punishment may weell be his but all the pane is myne\\nZit thinke secuirelie think tho thow be baslie borne\\nSuppois the shell be cast away zet will the perle be worne\\nBut heere ane freesche alarum my heart does now assaill\\nTo think and noucht reveele my thouchtis me thinks cannot\\navaill\\nffor quhereto can they serve be they from her obscuired\\nfTor quhom my present and my past displeasures I indured\\nSen schee evin lyke the foule quha liftes within her beake\\nThe schellfische heiche into the air that it may fall and breake\\nSen schee I say hes heysit myne hearte aboue the skyes\\nSail schoe not knaw quhat s in my mynde I murmure and\\ndevyis\\nZis suirelie zes but how be word by wryte or baith\\nSail I reveell my hidin harmes my long conceillit skayth\\nBy none of thois for quhy my rivell for I see\\nHes made ane dullfull interdyte betuix my dame and me\\nO happie happie hee to Hue in suche estaite\\nHe come in tyme curst be the tyme allace I come to late\\nZet let him beere with this sence fanncie maks me fonde\\nHe sail noucht Loue her him allone and he hade sworne vpound\\nMy richt s salbe alsofoode as heeis sweere by .low aboue", "height": "3860", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "246 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nAlthoucht hee war me fare in Lucke he wares me noucht in\\nLoue\\nHe Loues (allace) and findes In Loue rewairde agane\\nI wate I Loue alsweell as he and finds no thing but pane\\nI ade this meikle mair that breids my hart releif\\nQuhen schoe her bewtie doeth behold in glasses of my greif\\nMy Lynnes may schaw my Loue my Loue may schow my pane\\nAnd schoe within my panes may spye her bewties force agane\\nffor giue I soucht rewairde schee wold replye I knaw\\nIt wer ane great disgrace to her for to descend sua law\\nTo Loue or reaffect ane wretche ane puissante power\\nBy birth and bloode Ignoble borne inglorious and obscuire\\nZet were it noucht eneuche I sould Leive of to Loofe\\nOre from the worlds miracle my mynde for to remove\\nAll thinges againe deformed In chaos masse shalbe\\nEefoir ane retrospiciante I sail ceas from Loving the\\nFirst let omeriane blacke eternall mixt ourvaill\\nThe earthis circumference befoir my fixit faithe sail faill\\nThes monomathicke Jarris betuix my selif and the\\nOut of my mynde sail nawayes make my fixit Idea dee\\nMy Loue quhere it is laid sail grow and floorishe greene\\nAnd suche apostasie in me at no tyme shalbe seene\\nffor how came I from Loue or from my thoughts refraine\\nAnd how cann I but Loue my thouchtes and thinke on loue\\nagane\\nTuyse am I now reduceit to my j^retendit theame\\nAnd giue my selffe my thouchtis or her I wate not quhat to\\nblame\\nGiue her I wer vnwise or giue my thouchts or me\\nthenn are na caus for a cans but caus sould quarrellit be\\nBat ohe as sum alledge Loue harboures aye the heart\\nThere is na plague beneth the pole of quhilk I haue na pairt\\nAnd all the duillefull dintes that in despaire cann duell\\nConglomerat s in armes hudge my pleesures to expell\\nZit giue as I haue saide ane transfiguratioune be\\nQuhy doe noucht these my raging thouchts tak journe}^ now\\nand flee\\nAnd seek sum saifer schoire quherein at large to fleit\\nffor I have deyed ten thousand deids sen they and I did meit\\nWald god I anes had dyed thenn hade my fanncies flede\\nBut in suppoised death s Lyfe by thoucht susteint and fede", "height": "3748", "width": "2480", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "SIR JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTREES. 247\\nThenn sail I saye I Hue or sail I saye I dee\\nI am noucht dead and giue I sould alledge I line I lie\\nThe babell of my myncle lies drevin me soe awaye\\nThat as I wate noucht qnhat I think I wate not qnhat I saye\\nZit weell I wate I Lone and zit shee wates noucht this\\nThus if wyteles of my woe and still bereav s my bless\\nAne paradoxe I graunte and zit ane theame must trew\\nQuhois certane groundes breeds suirest greefes quhilk I can-\\nnoucht eshew\\nAnd zit giue trew Loue might trew Loues rewarde obtene\\nThenn weell I wote my waiting on wald not be wair t in vane\\nBut while my sanct espyis in saddest songes my syte\\nSehee thinkes I haue na mynde of Loue but wryt s becaus I\\nwryte\\nBut zet while schee on me for to conferre wald call\\nOft haue I sworne by heavin and eirthe my mistres warrs\\nthem all\\nAnd oft haue wee discouerit boith quhy quhairefoir and how\\nI Lou d my dame and oft wald schee baith loue and all allow\\nZet durst I not behold her to her self to schow\\nBut thesawriz d my hiddin harmes and ay conceallit woo\\nAnd as the fearefull babe quho knawes his task perqueir\\nAnd sett s the buike asyde befoir the appoynted hour draw neir\\nAnd ou r and ou r againe his Leassoune doeth repeate\\nThat hee may satisfie and pleis the maister quhen they meit\\nZit quhen ane compt is tane all fleis from out his thoucht\\nAnd quhat he knew he quyte forezet s feir setts his mynde\\narloucht\\nEvin sua it faires with me my harong clearlye cunde\\nHes presence lies obliterate befoir I haue begunde\\nAnd oft haue I determened my passiones to display e\\nAnd zit Imntediatelie I weiping went awaye\\nO in my Loveing Lines blind with brusit teares\\nHes schee espyit my passiones strong, my stryving hoips and\\nfeirs\\nOft hes schoe sweetlye said thy mistres were to blame\\nGif cruell schee, to the that soe her praises doeth proclame\\nAnd ware thow myne said sehoe I suirelie wald be loath\\nThy Loue thy hoip thy faithe sould flnde or raip rewarde\\nof wrath\\nThus cannoucht I but thinke and half perswade my sell", "height": "3880", "width": "2164", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "248 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nScliee knawes I Loue her best of all suppois I dare not tell\\nZit Leist my name sould be transsumpt heir and theire\\nInrol d with foolische soulls who feides on apprehensions bair\\nI shaipe with spidie haist to sett asyde all shame\\nAnd by sum meanes to manifest my dule vnto my dame\\nQuhois must renouned name for me sail nevir be knowne\\nBut in my mynde sail still remayne in bloodie figures drawne\\nSo sail my Loue to her and with my Loue my paine\\nMay ather by my presence be or poesie maid plaine\\nI cease regraiting still that wicked weirds hes wrocht\\nSuche annalogicke descrepannce betuix me and my thoucht\\nQuhilk maks me thus allace but pietie to be pyn d\\nQuhenn I beheld suche monsterous greit greets within my\\nmynd\\nAnd still sail I bewaill till thouchts there actions breid\\nAndmak ane ramigratione there from quhence they did proceid\\nAnd sua till vengit tyme my wiste contentment bring\\nI end and on the heichts of hoip in hovering thouchtis sail hing\\nSemple.\\n$E.\\nLET not the world beleive the accuising of my fate\\nIt tendis to alluirit to condole with me my tragicke state\\nN or that I haue sent furthe these stormie teeris of rage\\nSo by disburding of my breast my sorrowes to assuage\\nNo no that serues for noucht I craue no suche releef\\nNor will I zeild that any sould be partiners of my greef\\nMy fantassie to feid I onlie spend thois teares\\nMy plaintes playes me no musick sound s so sweetlie in my\\neares\\nI wish that from my birth I had acquanted beine\\nStill with mishap s and never had but noyes and honours seine\\nDun ignoraunte of Joyes Lamenting as I doe\\nAs thinking all menu did the Lyke I micht content me to\\nBut ohe n ly fate was worse for it is in ane glas\\nttehow me throw Lytle blenks of bles the state quherein T was\\nQuhich wnperfyted Joyes scairce constants for ane hour\\nWas Lyke but to ane wateriesoonne that schynes befoir a\\nschour", "height": "3860", "width": "2440", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "SIR JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTREES. 249\\nffor giue I euer tlioucht or rather dreem d of Joyes\\nThat Lytle Lichtning but foirshewde a thunder of annoyes\\nIt was but Lyke the fruite that tantalus tormentes\\nQuhich whill hee sies and not attanes his hunger but augments\\nffor sua the shaddow of that but Imaginit mirth\\nCald all the crosses to recoirde I suffered since my birth\\nQuhich are to be bewaill d but hard to be redresst\\nQuhois strange effect s may weill be felt but cannot be exprest\\nJudge what the feelling was whenn thinking on thinges past\\nI trimble at the torment zit and stande ane tyme agast\\nZit doe I noucht repent but will with patience pyne\\nffor thoucht I murne I munnure not Lyke men that doe repyne\\nI grante I waile my Lote zit I approve her will\\nQuhat my suill oracle thinkes gude I never sail think ill\\nGiue I had onlie sought ane salue to ease my paines\\nLong since I hade bewailledmy Lote alongst the illisian planes\\nZit niynde I noucht in this selff Louer Lyke to dyee\\nAs ane that cair t not for her Lois so I my self wer free\\nNo may ten night s annoyes mak her ane nicht secuire\\nAne day of dolour s vnto her ane momentes mirth procure\\nOre may ane zeeres Lament s rejoyce her half ane hour\\nMay seavin zeir s sorrow s mak her sade I sail not think them\\nsour\\nAnd gif shee doeth delychte to heere of my deseeis\\nThenn bleast I quho soe may haue the occasioun her to pleas\\nffor now the caus I Hue is noucht for lufe of Lyfe\\nBut onlie for to honour her that holds me still in stryfe\\nAnd ore these vowes I mak doe vnperformit escaipt\\nThis world sail anes agane renverst resoome her shaples shape\\nBut what what haue I vowed my passiones wer too strong\\nAs giue the myldest of the world delighted to doe wrong\\nAs schee quhom I adoire with so devoite ane mynde\\nCould rest content to see me sterve be glade to see my pynde\\nNo no schee wailles my state and wald appays my caires\\nZet interdytit to the faites confirmes her will to theris\\nThenn vnhappie man whom evin thyne sanct wold saue\\nAnd zit thy crewell destanie doeth damne the to thy grave\\nThis sentence thenn may serve for to confound my fear s\\nQuhy brust I not my breist with sighis and droune my eyes\\nwith teirs\\nOhe I half murnit so muche that I may murne no inoir", "height": "3860", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "250 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nMy miseries pas numbring now plaintes perisch in their stoir\\nThe meanes to vnloade my breast does quyte begin to faill\\nffor being drunk with too much doole 1 wate not how to waill\\nAnd sinco I wante ane way my anguishe to reveell\\nOf force contented with my faite I le suffer and conceell\\nAnd for to wishe the world evin as my Loue wish d me\\nI vse ane countenance Lyke to one, quhois mynde from greif\\nwer free\\nffor quhenn shoe did disdaine shee schew d ane smylling face\\nEvin quhen that schoe denunc d my death schee sem d to\\npromieis grace\\nSo sail I seeme in shaw my thoughtes for to repois\\nZit in the centure of my saull sail shrow d a world of woes\\nThenn wofull breast and eyes zour restles cours controule\\nAnd withna outward signes betraye the anguishe of my soule\\nEyes rayne zour shoures within arrouze the eirth no moir\\nPas doune with a deludge of tear s the breast ze burnd befoir\\nBreast arme zour seelf with sigh s, giue ou r waike to defend\\nThen perishe by zour proper fyres and mak ane honest end\\nAne dyok.\\nF.\\nEYIN as the dying swayne almost bereft of breath\\nSoundes dulefull songes and dririe notes a presage of\\nher death\\nSua since my date of lyfe almost expyr d I find\\nMy obsequeis I sadlie sing as sorrow toonnes my mynd\\nAnd as the rairest bird ane pyle of wood doeth frame\\nQuhich being fyred by Phebus rayes scho falls into the flame\\nSo by tuo sunnye eyes I giue my fauncies fyre\\nAnd burne my self with bewties rayes evin by my awin desyre\\nThus the angree gods at lenth begin for to relent\\nAnd anes to end my dathefull lyfe for pietie are content\\nPorgiue th nfernall poweres the dampned saulls wold pyne\\nThenn let them send them to the light to leid a lyfe lyke myne\\ngiue I could receave the crosses and the cairs\\nThat from my cradle to my bears conduct me with despairs\\nThen hungrie Tantalus pleas d with his lote wald stand\\n1 famishe for ane sweeter foode quhilk still restes in my hand\\nLyke Ixiones restles wheelle my fancies rule about", "height": "3848", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "SIR JAMES SEMPLE OF BELTREES. 251\\nAnd lyke a gwest that stoue heavin s fyres they tare my bo wells\\nout\\nI worke ane endles task and lois my labour still\\nEvin as the bloodye sisteris doe that emptie as they fill\\nAs Siciphus stone returnes his ghoist guiltie to appaill\\nI euer rais my hoip sua heiche they bruse me with there fall\\nAnd giue I could in sume my seuerall greefes relate\\nAll wold forget there proper harmes and onlye waill my state\\nSo greivous is my greef and paine so panefull is my greef\\nThat death whiche doeth the world affright wold zeild me to releef\\nI haue mishaps sua lang as in ane habite hade\\nI think I luik not lyke my self but whenn that I am sade\\nAs birds that flee but in the aire fishes in sea doe diue\\nSua sorrowis lyke as element by which I onlie liue\\nZit this may be admired as moir then strange in me\\nAltho in all my horoscope not one point cleir I see\\nAganest my knowledge zit I manye a tyme rebell\\nAnd seek to gadder groundis of hoip ane hevin amids a hell\\nO poysoune of the mynde that doeth the wittis bereave\\nAnd shrew d it with ane cloake of loue does all the world deceave\\nThow arte the rocke on which my comfoirts schip didst dashe\\nIt s thow that s daylie in my woundes thy hookit heids does\\nwashe\\nBlinde tyrante is thow by whome my hoips lye deid\\nThat why lis thraws furth a dert of gold and whils a lump of leid\\nThus oft thow woundes to but in tuo differ ente states\\nQuhich treuth a strange antipathie ye one loues and the vther\\nheats\\nbut I ere I graunte I sould noucht the vpbraid\\nIt s I to passiones tyrannie that haue my self betrayed\\nAnd zit this cannocht be my iudgement aymes amiss\\nAhe deere Aurora it is thow that ruyn d hes my bliss\\nAne fault that by thy sex may pairtlie be excuised\\nQuhich still does lois quhat profer d is affects quhat is refuised\\nQuhills my distracted thoughtes I stryu d for to controill\\nAnd with fain d gestures did disguyis the anguishe of my soull\\nThenn with, inveiting lookes and accents stampt with loue\\nThe mask that was vpoun my inynde thow labourst to remove\\nAnd whenn that once ensnair d thow in thois nets me spy de\\nThy smylles were shaddowit with disdaines thy bewties cloth d\\nwith pryde", "height": "3860", "width": "2224", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "252 POEMS ASSIGNED TO\\nTo reateane thy grace I wate noueht how to goe\\nSail I once fall befoir thy feete to pleid for favour soe\\nJSTo no I le proudlie go my wraith for to asswage\\nAnd liberallie at last enlardge ye raines vnto my rage\\nI le tell what wee were ones our chast zit fervent loue\\nQuhill in effect thow seam d to affect the which thow didst\\ndisprove\\nQuhill once to ingrave thy name vpoun a rock I sate\\nThow vowed to wryte myne in a mynde more firnie by fare then\\nthat\\nThe marble stane then stampt reteanes that name of thyne\\nBut ah thy moir then marble mynde it did not sua with myne\\nSwa that whiche thrawt me first sail set me free againe\\nThois flames to which thy loue gave lyfe sail die with thy\\ndisdane\\nBut ahe quhere am I now how is my iudgement lost\\nI speik as it were in my power lyke ane that s free to boast\\nHaue I evin sauld my self to be thy bewties slaue\\nAnd quhen thow taks all hoip fra me thow taks but quhat yow\\ngave\\nThat former loue of thyne did sua posses my mynde\\nThat for to harbour vther thouchts na roume remaynes behinde\\nThe onlie meanes by which I mind to avenge this wrong\\nIt is by making of thy prais the bourding of my song\\nThenn quhy sould thow suche spyte for my gude will returne\\nVas euer god as zit sua made to make his temple burne\\nMy breast the temple was quhence insens thow receaued\\nAnd zit thow sets the same afyre which otheris wald haue saued\\nBut quhy sould thow accuis Aurora in this gyise\\nShee s als fateles as shoe is fair als innocent als wyse\\nFor it is but throuche my misluckt giue any fault ther be\\nFor shee who was of nature mylde was cruell made by me\\nAnd since my fortoune is in woe to be bewrapptt\\nI le honour her as of befoir and hate my awin mishaptt\\nHer rigourous cours sail serue my loyell pairt to prove\\nAnd as ane tuichstane for to trye ye vertew of my love\\nQuhich whenn her bewtie fades salbe als cleir as now\\nMy constancie it salbe knowne when wrinckled is her brow\\nSua that suche tua againe sail in no age be found\\nShee for her face I for my fayth baith worthie to be croun d\\nSemple", "height": "3852", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "SIR JAMES SEJIPEE OF BELTREES. 253\\nm.\\nWILL thow remorsles fair, still laughe whill I lament,\\nArid sail thy cheefe contentment be, to see me nialle-\\ncontent 1\\nSail I Narcissus lyke, ane flying shade still chaise\\nOr lyke Pigmaleon straine a stone, quhilk bare no sence of grace\\nNo no, my blind lone now, must burrow reassonnes eyes\\nIt was thy fairnes made me sounde, zour wrong name [now] niak\\nme [wise]\\nMy just desert s disdaines to loue ane loveles dame,\\nThe lyfe of Cupidis fyre confides, Into ane mutuall flame\\n[For] gaue thow but a looke, or gaue thow but a smyle\\nOre sent thow furth but ane sweit siche, my sorrow to begyle,\\nMy captiues thouchts perhaps myght be redeem d from pane\\nAnd thois my mutineris malecontents, mycht freinds with hoip\\nagane\\nBut thow as it appears, still cairles of my gude\\nAnd as it seem s wald eternize, thy bewtie with my bloode,\\nAne o-reat disgrace to the, to me ane monstrous wrono-,\\nQuhilk tyme will teache the to repent, befoir that it be long,\\nThen, to prevente thy schame, and to abraidge my woe,\\nBecaus thow will noucht loue thy freinde I le cease to lufe my\\nfoe. Semple.\\nm\\nLET him whois hapeles state is as it aye hes beine\\nAnd hes bene euer as it is ane caue caires to conteine\\nStill strampld doune with sturte let him the weird s Imploir\\nThat they may till his dayes with zeir s nor zeer s with days\\nno moir\\nI clame no right to Lyfe tho Lyfe acclame to me\\nThe comfoirt that my Lyfe impoirt s Is that it Hue to dye\\nZit by constran te of Loue ill my pennance sail furth proue\\nThat tho I doe not Loue to Hue zit doe I Hue to Loue\\nHer with whom I is be ay in absence present bee\\nQuhois matchles nevir dying worth I sail adoiring dye\\nGoe then zee pliders power of never purchast peace\\nResigne my Loue her awin disdaine Hue me with my disgrace\\nTell to her secreete siaht since better could noucht bee", "height": "3852", "width": "2240", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "254 POEMS, ETC.\\nLang haue I foughtin with my fate and now am foreit to flee\\nSail neuer Loue dissolue the Lyfe that loue beganne\\nHow Lang sail Langour be the lord the louer be the man\\nThe darkeest cloudes will cleir ill storme will sunityme ceas\\nAnd everie battell sumtyme hes ane day perfixt for peace\\nBut where Loue Lyis intrinch t within a breist of feares\\nXa kynde of comfoirt claer s there croce nor joy dryis vp there\\nteer s\\nReid thenn remorseles fair quha knawes nor it may be\\nThat pittie pittieles befoir prove pittiefull to me\\nMy tempted hee attempt s slow soiring out of sight\\nMy mounting mynde clume did allace: but came not to the sicht\\nThy face the field wheerein my Loue and thy disdaine\\nYnreconceild compeditouris vowes euer to remayne\\nSen so it is allace giue her gudenicht and goe\\nDevoirc t from weell espousit to wrong and interteinit with woe\\nHit nether contrair cace nor prosperous event s\\nSail mak my pen Leive of to blote the Lynnes of my Lament s\\nAnd for thy worth I vow In forrand lands to fair\\nThy [inter] dyti[d] pilgrime puire for euer heir and thair\\nAnd as thow was that one to quhome I faith profest\\nLooke in quhat corner of the eirth thy Loouer poore sail res[t]\\nThere be assuir t sweet saull: sum sonnet salbe sung\\nAnd sowst with sorrow for thy saik tald with a truthfull tung\\nHade I als manie hearts as my harte thouchts commands\\nAnd euerie harte of all these hearts I sweere als manye hands\\nEache hand sould hold a pen to wryte thy worthie rair\\nAs post s of thy eternal prais to tell the world thour t fair\\nLet it suffice the pen puire saull her sicht to flee\\nSince thow hes founde thy marterdome remedyles to bee\\n.Rest zee in thy vnrest and murray be thow still\\nThe maike where meneles miseries directes there endles ill\\nGiue her ane long gudenicht and seeke vnto thy soir\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Sum hermitadge where broken herts are heipit in stoir\\nAnd there releefles dead vpgaue the ghoist and all\\nThat woorthie fame may fetche of thee, a fate memoriall\\nThat as thow Loueing Liued her Louer poore and trew\\nSua at thy Letter dying breathe thow bade her last adew\\nThus sail thy ending bee begging vnto her prais\\nHer prais whilk neuer sail haue end sail end my wretchit dayes\\nSemple.\\nFinis Amen.", "height": "3860", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "POEM BY ALLAN RAMSAY. 255\\nII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 POEM ON SOME OF THE AULD MAKARS\\nOF BALLATES, SANGIS, AND TRAGEDIES,\\nBY ALLAN RAMSAY [1724].\\n[Originally printed as a Broadside, in double columns, with-\\nout date, and Reprinted in the Memorials of George\\nBannatyne, 1545-1608. Edited by David Laing, Esq.\\nfor the Bannatyne Club, Edinburgh, 1829.]\\nSOME FEW OF THE CONTENTS.\\nEIR mighty James the First, the best of Kings,\\nImploys the merry Muse, and smyling sings.\\nGrave Balantyne, in verse divinely wyse,\\nMakis Yertew triumph owre fals fleechand Yyse.\\nAnd heir Dunbar does with unbound ingyne,\\nIn satyre, joke, and in the serious schyne.\\nHe to best poets skairslie zields in ocht\\nIn language he may fail, but not in thocht.\\nBlyth Kennedie, contesting for the bays,\\nAttackis his freind Dunbar in comick layis,\\nAnd seims the fittest hand (of ony then)\\nAgainst sae fell a fae to draw his pen.\\nHeir Lethington the Statisman courts the Nyne,\\nDraps politicks a quhyle, and turns divyne\\nSings the Creation, and fair Eden tint,\\nAnd promise made to man, man durst not hint\\nTo rouse couragious fyre behald the field,\\nQuhair Hardyknute, with lanss, bow, sword and scheild,\\nWith his braif Sonis, dantit the King of Norss,\\nAnd cleithed the plain with mony a saules cors.\\nAt Harlaw and Redsquire, the sonis may leir,\\nHow thair forbeirs were unacquaint with feir.", "height": "3856", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "256 POEM BY ALLAN RAMSAY.\\nQuhen frae the dumps ze wald zour mind discharge,\\nThen tak the air in smiling Semplis Berge\\nOr heir him jyb the carlis did Grissy blame,\\nQuhen eild and spyte takis place of zouthheids Flame.\\nLicht skirtit lasses, and the girnand wyfe,\\nFleming and Scot haif painted to the lyfe.\\nScot, sweit tungd Scot, quha sings the Welcum hame\\nTo Mary, our maist bony Soverane Dame\\nHow lynie he and amorous Stuart sing\\nQuhen lufe and bewtie bid them spred the wing.\\nTo mend zour morals, with delyt attend,\\nQuhyle Henryson dois guidness recommend\\nQuhyle Truth throw his transport Fablis schynes,\\nAnd all the mynd to quhat is just inclynes.\\nAmangst these starnis of ane immortal bleis,\\nMontgomery s quatorsimes sail evir pleis\\nHis eisy sangs, his Cherry and the Slae,\\nSail be esteimd quhyle sichs saft lufe betray.\\nLindsay the Lyon, hardly here is sene,\\nBut in the third Apartment of the Grene,\\nHe sail appeir as on the verdant Stage\\nHe towind the vyces of a corrupt aige.\\nThair Warkis I ve publisht, neat, correct, and fair,\\nFrae antique manuscriptis, with utmost cair.\\nThus to their fame, a monument we raise,\\nQuhilk sail endure quhyle Tymis telld out be days.\\nRamsay announced his intention to publish a third and fourth volume\\nof the Evergreen.", "height": "3852", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "Ifijs\\nW^5\\n^H^m^^^^m\\n4Ho3sSarg\\nAPPLICABLE TO THE SEMPILL BALLATES.\\n[Note. In the old spellings is often used for j; u for v v\\nfor u y for i ui for oo z for y y for th quy for wh.\\nIs forms the termination of the plural and, of the pre-\\nsent participle it, of the preterite tense.]\\nA, page 231, all.\\nAbaid, 207, abode.\\nAbandoned, 194, brought un-\\nder absolute subjection.\\nAbbreid, 237, abroad, asunder\\nAbon, 50, above.\\nAbsconse, 162, hide.\\nAbufe, 101, above.\\nAby, 75, Faynd aby we set\\nher, devil a bit did we re-\\ngard her, aby, for by.\\nAcht, 30, ought.\\nAcknawledgeing, 58, acknow-\\nledging.\\nActit, 175, acted, enacted.\\nAdmiratioun, 1, wonder.\\nAdorned, 218, used for\\nadored.\\nAffeir, 1 6, warlike preparations.\\nAffeiring, 165, belonging.\\nAgane, 114, against.\\nAgast, 50, aghast.\\nAinis, 51, once.\\nAir, 109, early.\\nAir, 239, eyre.\\nAire, 191, heir.\\nAirt, 68, quarter.\\nAirt and pairt, 116, art and\\npart.\\nAithis, 125, oaths.\\nAlaw, 108, low.\\nAlbeit, Albeid, 7, although.\\nAid, 213, old.\\nAleuin, 59, eleven.\\nAll and sum, 119, everything,\\neveryone.\\nAlmaist, 53, almost.\\nAls, 228, as.\\n17", "height": "3852", "width": "2208", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "258\\nGLOSSARY.\\nAlswa, 39, also.\\nAlsweill, 5, as well.\\nAlthocht, 81, although.\\nAnd, 4, if\\nAne, 1, a, one; war ane, 21,\\nwere united.\\nAnes, 198, ones, 226, orcce.\\nAneuch, anew, 190, enough.\\nAngle noble, 212, angel noble,\\na coin.\\nAnker-hald, 231, anchorage.\\nAns, 155, once.\\nAnterous, 99, adventurous.\\nApperandly, 72, apparently.\\nAppost, 126, dispose, settle.\\nArchness, 220, anxiety.\\nArlit, 239, earnest given.\\nAsay, 239, trial.\\nAssailzeit, 50, assailed.\\nAsswetit, 2, accustomed.\\nAst, 216, ashed.\\nAsteir, 12, rouse, excite.\\nAther, 164, either.\\nAthort, 181, about, across\\nfar and wide.\\nAttoure, 8, above.\\nAucht, 18, ought.\\nAudit, 50, eight.\\nAuentuire, 13, chance.\\nAuld, 2, old.\\nAver, 208, cart-horse.\\nAwin, 28, own.\\nAyre, air, 204, oar.\\nBable, 1 16, a bauble was a short\\nstick, with a head carved at\\nthe end of it like a poupee\\nor doll, carried by the fools\\nor jesters of former times.\\nBaburd, 231, the larboard, or\\nleft side of a ship.\\nBachlane, 215, shambling.\\nBade, 124, stayed, withstood.\\nBaid, 157, help, remedy.\\nBailfull, 107, baneful, griev-\\nous.\\nBaill, 143, sorrow.\\nBaird, 224, railer, lampooner.\\nBairdrie, 186, baiodrie.\\nBait, 152, boat.\\nBaith, 8, baitht, 185, both.\\nBald, 187, bold.\\nBallates, 1, ballads.\\nBallinger, 231, a kind of ship.\\nBalme, 197, mild, sound.\\nBan, 226, curse.\\nBands, 83, bonds.\\nBane, 105, King of Bane, the\\nsame with King of the\\nBean.\\nBane, 128, ready, prepared.\\nBaneis, 53, banish.\\nBangesters, 214, brawlers.\\nBargane, 127, combat, fight,\\ncontention.\\nBarnage, 66, baronage.\\nBarne, 145, child; barnis,\\nlads, men.\\nBarnetyme, 148, brood of chil-\\ndren.\\nBarret, 71, contention, grief,\\ntrouble.\\nBastknes brydell, 183, the\\nmarriage of Bastian, one of\\nQueen Mary s attendants;\\nto be present at which the\\nQueen left Darnley on the\\nnight of his murder.\\nBattellis, 190, battle array,\\ndivision of an army.", "height": "3860", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n25!)\\nBauch, 71, abashed, out of\\ncountenance.\\nBauldlie, 180, boldly.\\nBaxters, 200, bakers.\\nBe, 55, by, against.\\nBedene, 82, forthwith.\\nBedreidis, 109, dreads.\\nBeforne, 64, before.\\nBegouth, 25, began.\\nBehauld, 25, behold.\\nBehufe, 102, behoof.\\nBeild, 38, shelter.\\nBeinly, 168, snugly.\\nBeir, 152, noise, disturbance.\\nBeir seid tyme, 71, time of\\nsowing barley.\\nBeis, 74, is.\\nBeit, 167, to mend by making\\naddition.\\nBelive, 5, soon, quickly.\\nBellie Blind, 132, the person\\nblindfolded in Blind Harie.\\nBeltit, 75, girded.\\nBen, 204, toioards the inner\\napartment of a house.\\nBent, 126, earnest.\\nBent, 127, keen.\\nBergane, 87, strife, quarrel,\\nfight\\nBeriall, 139, burial,\\nBeseik, 111, beseech.\\nBestiall, 60, cattle, horses,\\nBesy, 179, busy.\\nBet, 109, struck.\\nBetraissand, 117, betraying.\\nBe war with, 174, beware of.\\nBe witcheit, 30, bewitched.\\nBide, 124, wait, stay.\\nBigging, 170, building.\\nBill, 59, writing, complaint,\\nBird alane, 170, alone, the\\nonly one left of a family.\\nBittis, 109, rug in b., tear to\\npieces.\\nBladis, 180, pieces, fragments.\\nBlaiknit, 50, blackened.\\nBlasnit, 65, blazoned.\\nBlawne, 130, blown.\\nBle, 50, black and blue, livid.\\nBleir, 109 obscure.\\nBlek, 227, blacken.\\nBlekkit, 199, deceived.\\nBlockit, 221, bargained.\\nBlok, 232, bargain, scheme.\\nBlude, 50, bloody.\\nBlumis, 77, blooms, flowers.\\nBlus, 225, flood.\\nBlyithlyke, 77, gay, gladsome.\\nBobbis, 130, gusts, blasts.\\nBocht, 175, bought.\\nBoide, 130, a billow agitated\\nby the wind.\\nBoire, 141, perhaps for bower.\\nBoistit, 163, bragged.\\nBonatris, 187, bonnets Dal-\\nyell reads bonattis.\\nBony, 231, fair, beautiful.\\nBordall, 201, brothel.\\nBorrowing, 177, loan.\\nBosses, 197, bottles.\\nBot, 74, but, that without.\\nBotis and hummis, 137, huts\\nand hums,\\nBouistrit, 116, bolstered.\\nBoun, 228, ready, gone.\\nBourd, 233, jest.\\nBowdin, 30, swollen.\\nBowit, 179, enlisted.\\nBowstert, 232, bolstered, lifted\\nup.\\nBraies, 194, Iraes", "height": "3860", "width": "2196", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "260\\nGLOSSARY.\\nBrak, 181, broken.\\nBrasche, 181, an assault, an\\nattach.\\nBrast, 44, burst.\\nBrattle, 229, clatter.\\nBraulis, 175, brangles, menaces.\\nBrawlit. 171, marbled, also ex-\\nplained as fine.\\nBreid, 64, breadth.\\nBreif, 104, write.\\nBreikis, 183, breeches.\\nBreiris, 77, briars.\\nBreistand, 194, springing up.\\nBrent, 3, high, steep browis\\nbrent, high forehead.\\nBrether, 168, brethren.\\nBrig, 167, bridge.\\nBrint, 153, burnt.\\nBrintstane, 160, brimstone.\\nBritheringis, 4, brethreris.\\nBrod, 104, prick.\\nBroderit, 117, fraternized.\\nBrouin, 167, brewed.\\nBrowne, 80, brewed.\\nBruik, 164, enjoy.\\nBrukill, 130, brittle.\\nBrunt, 79, bu,rnt.\\nBrusted, 225, bursted.\\nBryde, 226, damsel.\\nBudding, 71, bribing.\\nBuddis, 121, bribes, gifts.\\nBuft, 179. stuffed.\\nBuithis, 122, booths, shops.\\nBuk heid, 126, a sort of game,\\nperhaps Hide and Seek.\\nAnd for dreddour that he suld bene\\narreist\\nHe playit buk hude behind, fra beist\\nto beist. He?ir //son s Fables.\\nBule, 183, Daly ell reads bufe.\\nBurrio, 11, a hangman, Fr.\\nbourreau.\\nBurrowis towne, 169, borough.\\nBurrow rudis, 71, lands belong-\\ning to a borough.\\nBus, 58, bush.\\nBuschment, 177, ambush.\\nBust, 218, apparently for\\nbusked, dressed.\\nBut, 102, unless; butt, 227,\\nwithout.\\nBute, 206, help, remedy.\\nButiene, 182, booty.\\nBy, 29, against, beyond.\\nBy, 117, buy, pay for.\\nByde, 64, endure.\\nByde or gang, 64, go or stay.\\nBydis, {original,) 181, Daly ell\\nreads hydis.\\nByganis, 284, bygones.\\nByke, 23, hive.\\nC\\nCail, 103, cabbage.\\nCaird not by, 137, recked\\nnought.\\nCald, 115, cool.\\nCalf, 176, chaff.\\nCalfet, 230, to caulk, for cat-\\nfider.\\nCalk, 176, chalk.\\nCalsay, 221, causeway.\\nCampioun, 65, champion.\\nCanker, 132, ill-humour can-\\nkert, pee vish, cross.\\nCannabie, 228, cor. of canopy.\\nCarle, 168, churl, countryman.\\nCarling, 210, old woman, witch.\\nCarpe, 158, sing.\\nCartes, 226, cards.\\nCaryit by thy senses, 116, out\\nof thy wits.", "height": "3856", "width": "2472", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n261\\nCaslimaries, 216, fish carriers.\\nCassin, 167, cast.\\nCastelliuir, 181, Daly ell reads\\nCastell suir.\\nCat harrows, draw the cat har-\\nrows, 100, they thwart one\\nanother.\\nChaip, 136, cheap.\\nChaipit, 66, escaped.\\nChaisson, chessoun, 80, blame,\\naccuse.\\nChapmen, 157, pedlars.\\nCharr, 152.\\nCheis, 75, choose.\\nChereist, 28, cherished.\\nChesit, 8, chose.\\nChope, 221, shop.\\nClaif, 37, clave.\\nClair, 191, clear.\\nClairis, 158, maltreat.\\nClais, 151, clothes.\\nClaith, 237, cloth.\\nClap, 147, pat, fondle.\\nClaver, 208, clover.\\nClawbackes, 193, supporters.\\nCleathis, 221, clothes.\\nCleik, 91, to catch as by a\\nhook.\\nClengit, 67, cleanse, give proof\\nof innocence.\\nClenkett, 230, hammered.\\nCline, 177, clean,\\nCloik, 84, cluck.\\nClose, 70, passage, entry.\\nCoische, eosche, 218, coach.\\nCoist, 135, changed sides.\\nCokadraill, 159, crocodile.\\nCombure, 92, burnt, blew up\\nivith gunpoivder.\\nCome, 50, came.\\nCommendis, 110, commenda-\\ntion.\\nCommouit, 87, moved.\\nCompair, 116, comparison.\\nCompeiris, 67, presents one s\\nself in court in consequence\\nof being summoned.\\nComplene, 203, singing.\\nCondescend, 130, agree, specify\\nConding, 33, severe, merited,\\nproper.\\nConfidder, 166, assemble, con-\\nfederate.\\nConqneist, 224, acquired.\\nConsait, 8, conceit.\\nConsanit, 11, conceived.\\nConnene, 82, meet.\\nConnict, 158, convict.\\nConvoy, 202, a trick; con-\\nvoyit, conveyed, accom-\\npanied.\\nCopont, 203, to play co-\\npout, to drink off all that\\nis in a drinking cup or\\ndrinking vessel.\\nCorbeis, 78, ravens.\\nCorenothe, 158, coronach.\\nCor mundum, to cry, 118, to\\nconfess a fault.\\nCose, 70, exchange.\\nCost, 239, the side.\\nCounnand, 132, engagement,\\ncontract.\\nCounze honss, 231, mint.\\nConrche, 170, a covering for\\na woman s head.\\nCousing, 116, cousin.\\nCouth, 4, known.\\nCow, 75, to cut down, cut\\nthe heads off cowit, closely\\nshorn.\\nCowe, 218, a scarecrow, hob-\\n(joblin.", "height": "3860", "width": "2248", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "262\\nGLOSSARY.\\nCowsauly, 71.\\nCrackis, 207, talk.\\nCraig, 215, throat.\\nCraw, 77, crow.\\nCro, 118, pigsty.\\nCroce, 64, cross.\\nCronall, 180, colonel.\\nCrounis, 73, crowns.\\nCrous, 17, brisk.\\nCuire, 12, cover.\\nCumbart, 226, cumbered.\\nCumin, 18, come.\\nCummer, 235, gossip.\\nCunning, 188, skill.\\nCurage, 67, courage.\\nCurfufled, 215, discomposed.\\nCvre, 40, care.\\nI)\\nDa, 2, doe.\\nDaft, 35, mad.\\nDaly day, 1, Dalilah.\\nDang, 178, beat.\\nDanter, 192, conqueror, sub-\\nduer.\\nDantonit, 70, daunted.\\nDaw, 75, dawn.\\nDebait, 191, protection.\\nDeceissit, 208, died.\\nDecoir, 70, adorn.\\nDecreittit, 105, decreed.\\nDeddy, 165, dad, father.\\nDefacit, 215, confounded, dis-\\ngraced.\\nDefendit, 85, prohibited.\\nDeflorand, 175, deflowring.\\nDeid, 58, death.\\nDeif, 231, deave.\\nDeill, 117, diet, devil.\\nDeir, 151, hurt, harm.\\nDelatouris, 205, accusers.\\nDeloyaltie, 129, disloyalty.\\nDelt, 82, divided.\\nDelyte, 116, delight.\\nDemereitis, 193, merit.\\nDemy lance, 116, a light lance,\\na short spear.\\nDeneir, 66, a small Scots coin.\\nDeplane, 1 46, plaine, show.\\nDescriue, 99, describe.\\nDet, 186, duty,\\nDetreitis, 198, so in the origi-\\nnal obviously intended for\\ndecreitis.\\nDetrusaris, 121, a violent op-\\nposer.\\nDetrusit, 126, thrust out.\\nDeuoir, 178, devour.\\nDeuoir, 184, service.\\nDeuyne, dewyne, 4, divine.\\nDevoir, 198, duty.\\nDicht, 238, dressed, handled.\\nDing, 36, beat.\\nDing, 111, worthy.\\nDing doun, 16, overthrow.\\nDintis dowse, 16.\\nDirtin, 109, defiled.\\nDispaired, 120, desperate.\\nDispone, 91, dispose.\\nDisprysis, 92, condemn.\\nDissait, 9, deceit.\\nDissaitfully, 117, deceitfully.\\nDissave, 151, deceive.\\nDit, 167, close up.\\nDoables, 44, duplicity.\\nDoand ane quhyle, 174, go\\non for a time.\\nDocht, 178, could.\\nDolent, 142, mournful.\\nDone, 113, used as an exple-\\ntive.", "height": "3860", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n263\\nDontane, 159, throbbing.\\nDotit, 51, endowed.\\nDouchtaly, 194, doughtily.\\nDoughtie, 73, doughty.\\nDouke, 6, bathe, dive.\\nDour, 175, stiff, hardy.\\nDout, 143, regard, fear.\\nDow, 5, is able to.\\nDowbill, 1, double.\\nDowie, 194, doleful.\\nDo wis, 234, doves.\\nDowkand, 189, diving.\\nDowne, 165, dare.\\nDraffen, 126, the castle of\\nDraffen.\\nDram, 50, sad, melancholy.\\nDrapping, 198, dropping.\\nDred, 130, dreaded.\\nDreggers, 170, loiterers.\\nDres, 121, assuage 160,\\nprepare.\\nDrest, 53, treated, prepared,,\\nchastised.\\nDrie, 156, endure.\\nDrug, 168, to pull roughly or\\nforcibly Daly ell reads drag.\\nDruken, 35, drunken.\\nDrummake, 238, meal and\\nwater mixed in a raw state.\\nDryftis, 108, drifts, schemes.\\nDryue of the tyme, 79, put off.\\nDude, 106, do it.\\nDuire, 12, hard.\\nDule, 75, grief.\\nDung, 78, overcome.\\nDussie, duschet, 205, a musi-\\ncal instrument.\\nDustifit, 109 a pedlar, revelry;\\nperhaps the name of a dance.\\nDuvill, 132, for devil.\\nDykis, 180, stone walls.\\nDysartis duschet, 202.\\nDysartis pype, 106.\\nDytone, 149, motto.\\nDyver, 207, bankrupt.\\nE\\nEall, 213, ale.\\nEaster, 207, eastern.\\nEdder, 110, adder.\\nEe, 10, eye.\\nEffeiris, 193, is fit, is becom-\\ning.\\nEffrayit, 67, affrighted.\\nEfter syne, 21, afterwards.\\nEfterwart, 102, afterward.\\nEftir-claip, 132, evil conse-\\nquence.\\nEik, 136, augment; eikit,\\nadded.\\nEik, 160, also.\\nEild, 91, age.\\nEine, ene, 162, eyes.\\nEith, 194, easily.\\nEllis, 175, otherwise.\\nElphe, 208, elf.\\nElphyne, 210, elfland.\\nEls, 67, also.\\nElvasche, 200, elfish.\\nEndlang, 133, along.\\nEnnewche, 237, enough.\\nEnorme, 130, laicless.\\nEntres, 196, entrance.\\nErie, 159, affected with fear.\\nEthnik, 1 82, heathen.\\nEuend, 187, event.\\nEvill win, 210, ill won.\\nExame, exeni, 146, examine.\\nExcambion, 147, exchange.\\nExemp, 233, exempt.", "height": "3876", "width": "2212", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "264\\nGLOSSARY.\\nExerce, 20, exercise.\\nEy ndling, 215, jealous.\\nFaa, fa, 218, befall, betide.\\nFaceles, 30, frontless.\\nFace ocin, (original) 186,\\nDaly ell reads fatt oxin.\\nFactis, 99, deeds.\\nFaid, 2, a company of hunters.\\nFaill, 4, fault.\\nFailzie, 237, fail.\\nFair. 10, appearance.\\nFairdy, 230, swift, expeditious.\\nFais, 18, foes.\\nFais, 143, falls.\\nFallow, 5i,felloiv.\\nFalset, 164, falsehood.\\nFait, 230, want.\\nFand, 226, found.\\nFane, 5, feign.\\nFang, 2, fo grasp, lay hold of.\\nFarnzer, 75, last year.\\nFas cast, 201, scheme.\\nFassoun, 98, fashion.\\nFaucht, 7 fallow.\\nFaucht, 193, fought.\\nFauldit, 109, folded.\\nFaulditneif, 109,^.\\nFaultouris, 4, transgressors.\\nFecfullest, 131, most powerful.\\nFeche, 105, fetch.\\nFecht, 75, fight.\\nFeddrum, 77, wings.\\nFegges, 157, figs.\\nFeid, 163, enmity.\\nFeill, 85, understanding.\\nFeinzeit, fenzeit, 2, feigned.\\nFeinzeit fair, 10, feigned coun-\\ntenance.\\nFeir, 2, companion associate.\\nFeirofweir, 151, a warlike\\nexpedition.\\nFeirit, 145, afraid.\\nFeirs, 94, fierce.\\nFeit, 61, fee d, hired.\\nFell, 159, the hide.\\nFellonn, 66, fierce, cruel.\\nFellounly, 140, cruelly.\\nFelterit, 11, entangled.\\nFerand, 2, affeirand, becoming.\\nFerlie, 228, tuonder.\\nFerynes, 144, vigour, pith.\\nFestin, 152, fasten.\\nFeycsit, 131, fetched.\\nFidder, 24, lot, crowd.\\nFind, 111, fiend.\\nFirrat, 6, ferret.\\nFist, 32, first.\\nFlaine, 2, arrow.\\nFlait, 74, scolded.\\nFlaw, 100, blast, storm of snow.\\nFie, 167, frighten.\\nFleich, 219, flatter.\\nFleid, 207, frightened.\\nFleid, 227, timid.\\nFlemit, 92, banished.\\nFleslie, 233, fleshly.\\nFletche, 5, flatter.\\nFleyit, 180, afraid.\\nFling, 83, kick.\\nFlit, 152, remove.\\nFloit, 231, float, fleet.\\nFlycht, (original) 17 9, Daly ell\\nreads slycht.\\nFlyte, 27, scold, wrangle.\\nFo, 55, foe.\\nFocke, 198, folk.\\nFoirspeik, 154, predict.\\nForbears, 155, forefathers.\\nForbure, 1 48, forbore.", "height": "3860", "width": "2460", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n205\\nForce, 1 32, for foirse, foresee.\\nForcie, 66, powerful.\\nForde, 37, for it.\\nForder, 228, further.\\nForetriocht, 100, forethought.\\nForfault, 40, forfeit.\\nForgaif, 55, forgave.\\nForloppen, 198, fugitives.\\nFormois, 3, fair.\\nForsuik, 148, forsook.\\nForte, 183, forty, brave.\\nFortkink, 89, rue, repent of\\npret. forthoght.\\nForwereit, 7, ivearied.\\nForzet, 31, for get; for jet, forgot.\\nFoul fall, 150, woe betide.\\nFow, 220, drunk.\\nFra, 3, from.\\nFra ainis, 8, from the time\\nthat.\\nFraer, 157, freare, a basket.\\nFrahand, 150, presently.\\nFrak, 59, ready, active.\\nFraklie, 68, hastily.\\nFranke, 193, so in the original,\\nbut it may perhaps be an\\nerror for fracke, active.\\nFray, 73, be afraid.\\nFrayit, 88, af righted.\\nFrawcht, 232, freight.\\nFrawcht fre, 231, freight free.\\nFrear, 74, more free, more\\nready.\\nFreik, 180, a stout fellow.\\nFreiris, 193, friars.\\nFreis, 58, freeze.\\nFreith, 113, free, liberate.\\nFremitnes, 164, strangeness.\\nFreprie, 238, frippery.\\nFrere, 141, friar.\\nFristit, 83, delayed.\\nFruster, 9 2 frustrate.\\nFuilzeit, 131, got the better of.\\nFules, 130, fowles.\\nFull, 3, very.\\nFurnissit, 108 furnished.\\nFurringis, 196, furs.\\nFurthe, 11, out.\\nFurtherit, 136, furthered, sped.\\nFurthschawin, 39, shown forth.\\nFute, 16, foot 39, flttis fute\\nthe field, take the field.\\nFyk, 153, vex, perplex.\\nFyking, 236, such a degree of\\nintimacy as suggests the\\nidea of courtship.\\nFyle, 35, defile, sully.\\nFyue, 9, end.\\nG\\nGa, 19, go.\\nGaid, 220, went.\\nGaidis, 216, tricks.\\nGaif, 6, gave.\\nGaip, 216, gape.\\nGaist, 139, guest.\\nGaist, 139, ghost.\\nGait, 23 4, way.\\nGallous, 69, gallows.\\nGan, 41, began.\\nGane, 71, gone,\\nGaneand, 216, suitable.\\nGauestand, 125, ivithstand.\\nGang, 1 46, go gangand, 215,\\ngoing, walking.\\nGanzell, 100, recompence.\\nGanzelon, 173, Ganelon. the\\ncelebrated traitor of the Ro-\\nmances of Cliarlemagne, the\\nperson that took a bribe to\\nbetray the French army to\\ntlv Saracens.", "height": "3860", "width": "2236", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "266\\nGLOSSARY.\\nGar, 36, make.\\nGarisone, 120, garrison.\\nGartane, 82, garter.\\nGat, 125, got\\nGaw, 128, the mark left on the\\nskin by a stroke or pressure;\\na sore.\\nGayth, 149.\\nGea, 217, go.\\nGeathis, 227, for geas.\\nGeek, 235, mock, befool.\\nGedds, 145, pikes.\\nGein, 31, given.\\nGeir, 20, wealth, substance.\\nGek, gave him the, 217, gave\\nhim the slip.\\nGent, 170, neat.\\nGers, 169, grass.\\nGersom, grassum, 168, pre-\\nmium for a lease.\\nGet, 35, brat.\\nGeue, 186, if.\\nGeuen, 185, given.\\nGien, 182, Daly ell reads greit.\\nGif, 4, give.\\nGif, 22, if.\\nGild, 183, clamour.\\nGiltles, 70, guiltless.\\nGird, 109, stroke.\\nGirnell, 160, a large chest for\\nholding meal.\\nGirth, 234, sanctuary.\\nGiue, 173, if.\\nGlaikis, get the, 122, be gulled.\\nGlaikrie, 195, idle wantonness.\\nGlamer, 35, noise.\\nGled, 135, kite.\\nGleib, 197, a piece or part of\\nany tiling.\\nGleims, 67, flames.\\nGloir, 63, glory in.\\nGlorde, 39, gloried.\\nGlore, 191, glory.\\nGluifhs, 162, gloves.\\nGlystryng, 78, glistering, glit-\\ntering.\\nGoishalk, 2, goshawk.\\nGoldspink, 77, goldfinch.\\nGormondis, 154, gluttons.\\nGorring, 175, goring, killing.\\nGospellar, 140, gospeller.\\nGowanis, 76, daises.\\nGraip, 238, grope.\\nGraith, 135, apparatus of\\nwhatever kind, gear, money.\\nGranges, 118, buildings be-\\nlonging to a corn-farm.\\nGrank, 159, the groaning of a\\nwounded hart.\\nGrathed, 218, dressed.\\nGre, 132, step,\\nGre, 153, agree, reconcile.\\nGreance, 185, agreement.\\nGreinis, 78, greens.\\nGreis, 173, in greis, degree.\\nGreit, 225, cry.\\nGrenis, 73, longs.\\nGripit, 183, gripped, seized.\\nGrit, 173, great.\\nGrof, 171, having harsh fea-\\ntures, unpolished, vulgar.\\nGrome, 15, man, bridegroom.\\nGros, 171, gross, course.\\nGrowgraine, 227, grogram, a\\nsort of cloth.\\nGude, 136, good.\\nGude lyke, 164, good looking.\\nGudeman, 166, master of a\\nfamily.\\nGude, men of, 32, men of pro-\\nperty.\\nGudschir, 66, grandfathrr.", "height": "3860", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n267\\nGuldis, 65, gules.\\nGuse, 168, goose.\\nGuthome, 135, a guitar.\\nGuy cling, 33, conduct.\\nGwmis, 237, for gome, or\\nguym, a man.\\nGyding, 83, rule.\\nGymps, 153, taunts.\\nGyrth, 118, sanctuary.\\nGyse, 152, a mask, a dance.\\nGysours,173, guisers, maskers.\\nH\\n160,\\nHa, 3, ha benedicite\\nha! treason.\\nHad, 227, hold.\\nHaif, 152, have.\\nHaill, 8, ivhole, all.\\nHaillely, 140, wholly.\\nHait, 9, hot.\\nHaitrent, 11, hatred.\\nHalden, 67, held.\\nHallous, 69, saints.\\nHals, 174, throat, neck.\\nHalsit, 55, embraced,\\nHaly, 4, holy.\\nHame, 52, home.\\nHamelie, 215, homely.\\nHane, 146. spare.\\nHank, 88, to tie tightly, so\\nas to leave the mark of the\\ncord.\\nHansell, 239, first money re-\\nceived in payment of goods.\\nHappit, 196, covered.\\nHarbrie, 199, harbour.\\nHardhnent, 195, hardihood.\\nHarkit, 204, whispered.\\nHarlat, 206, scoundrel.\\nHarmesay, 229, alas.\\nHarney 141, hardin, coarse.\\nHartlie, 188, heartily.\\nHartsum, 4, merry, courageous.\\nHauld, 112, hold.\\nHautie, 105, haughty.\\nHayned, 216, spared.\\nHear, 74, higher.\\nHecht, 75, promised, engaged.\\nHeich, 28, 156, high.\\nHeill, 91, cover.\\nHeirfoir, 67, 192, herefor,for\\nthis.\\nHeis, heise, 67, raise, lift.\\nHeith, 179, for heich.\\nHele, 49, he ll.\\nHelterit, 138, roped, pinioned.\\nHerreat, 202, harried, plun-\\ndered.\\nHeuch, 138, crag.\\nHewit, 229, coloured.\\nHichit, 141, panted.\\nHicht, 168, heighten.\\nHie, 52, high.\\nHiest, 174, highest.\\nHing, 117, hang.\\nHint, 164, laid hold of\\nHoiplost, 109, hopeless.\\nHole, 199, whole.\\nHoliglas, 205, a character in\\nthe old romances. Belg.\\nUylespegel, i.e., Oivlqlass.\\nHoik, 185, dig.\\nHolkis, 84, a disease of the eye.\\nHoltis, 7 8, forests, woods, high\\nand barren ground.\\nHosted, 204, coughed.\\nHosyng, 237, hosen.\\nHoushald, 168, household.\\nHowbeid, 238, howbeit.\\nHowfing, 215, spunging.\\nHowis, 230, hollows.", "height": "3860", "width": "2248", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "268\\nGLOSSARY.\\nHowlets, 78, owlets.\\nHud, 213, hoard.\\nHudefull, 204, full of a hud,\\nthe trough used by masons\\nfor carrying mortar.\\nHudge, 27, huge, great.\\nHuif, 134, heaved or lifted at\\nbaptism, named.\\nOr gyf a man have hove a chylde,\\nGod hyt ever forbide and shykle.\\nHaUiwdVs Did.\\nHulking, 93, regarding.\\nHuirdome, 10, whoredom.\\nHunder, hundreth, 126, hun-\\ndred.\\nHure, 141, whore.\\nHy, 170, haste.\\nHycht, 8, high, highly.\\nHynd, 169, hind, ploughman.\\nHyntit, 69, laid, hold of.\\nHyntwortke, 208, an herb.\\nI J\\nIaip, 182, mock.\\nHe, 144, isle.\\nIlk, 28, each.\\nImates, 190, emmets.\\nImbraist, 135, embraced.\\nImbrew, 229, engross.\\nIrnplorde, 30, implore it.\\nImp riving, 206, disproving.\\nImpung, 119, impugn.\\nImpyre, 103, empire.\\nIn, 54, into.\\nInbringis, 88, brings in.\\nInbrocnt, 146, imported.\\nIncastrat, 1 9 0, for incarcerat.\\nInduse, 74, enclose.\\nIncontinent, 204, immediately\\nIndeuoir, 167, devote 38,\\nindeuorde, devoted.\\nInding, 117, unworthy.\\nIndyte, 103, write, capacity.\\nInfame, 53, infamy.\\nInfekit, 179, infected.\\nIngraitly, 192, ungratefully.\\nIngyne, 129, capacity, genius.\\nIniure, 112, injury.\\nInspraich, 224, furniture of\\na house.\\nIntak, gers, 169, plow up the\\ncommons.\\nInteir, 129, entire, true.\\nInterup, 103, interrupted.\\nIn till, 130, into.\\nIntreit, 57, entreat, treat\\nInuyfull, 87, envious.\\nJonne Vpaland, 23, a name\\napplied to a rustic.\\nJonet flouris, 77, marsh mari-\\ngold.\\nIskie bae, 228, usquebaugh,\\nwhisky.\\nItliand, 97, busy.\\nIthandly, 101, busily.\\nJuike, 225, trick.\\nK\\nKankirt, 116, ill-natured.\\nKarle, 231, fellow.\\nKedzochis seid, 71, Cadzow,\\nthe Hammiltounis.\\nKeik, 158, peep\\nKeill, 163, kill.\\nKelt, 215, cloth with the nap,\\ngenerally of native black\\nwool.\\nKen, \\\\\u00c2\u00a7,know,pret. hend.\\nKenely, 111, keen.", "height": "3860", "width": "2456", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n269\\nKep, 149, receive in falling.\\nKinred, 25, kindred.\\nKist, 152, chest.\\nKittie vnsell, 165, a light\\nwench.\\nKittil, 130. ticklish, 232,\\ntickle.\\nKlynclene, 203, clinking.\\nKnaif, 205, knave.\\nKnapscall, 169, a headpiece.\\nKnat, 95, knit.\\nKnaw, 152, know.\\nKnocked beir, 212, a prepara-\\ntion of barley.\\nKnoxis, 199, knock.\\nKyith, 91, show.\\nLabeis, 195, flap or skirt of\\na man s coat.\\nLack, lak, 28, reproach, blame.\\nLaich, 230, low.\\nLaidis, 216, either people, or\\nlanguages 237, lads.\\nLaif, 233, rest.\\nLair, 108, lore, learniny.\\nLaird, 33, landholder.\\nLais, 162, lace.\\nLait and aire, 123, late and\\nearly. c\\nLaitb, 5, loth.\\nLamber, 288, amber.\\nLane, 229, lie.\\nLang by, 135, by a concubine.\\nLang, thocht greit, 103,\\nlonged much.\\nLangsum, 194, tedious.\\nLangsyne, 84, long ago.\\nLap, 157, leapt.\\nLarbour, 235, sluggish.\\nLarwme, 213, larum.\\nLaser, 227, leisure.\\nLashe, 19, remiss, faint.\\nLattin, 56, let.\\nLattouce, 211, lettuce.\\nLauche, 141, laugh.\\nLauchfull, 127, lawful.\\nLaw, 53, low.\\nLaw, 192, bring low.\\nLawers, 170, lawyers.\\nLawrie, lowrie, 200, the fox.\\nLawtie, 129, loyalty.\\nLeave, 206, rest.\\nLeesing, 223, lie.\\nLeid, 2, language, a lay.\\nLeid, 70, person.\\nLeid, 71, for reid.\\nLeill, 212, loyal, faithf id.\\nLeir, 30, to teach, to learn\\nleird, learned.\\nLeit, 82, delay.\\nLeitcbes, 208, physicians.\\nLen, 162, lend.\\nLendis, 75, loins, buttocks.\\nLes, 52, unless.\\nLesingis, 71, lies.\\nLest, 28, please, be pleased.\\nLest, 51, last.\\nLetbrone, 215, leathern.\\nLeucb, 216, laughed.\\nLevit, fore, 208, four leaved.\\nLewrand, lo wring, 200, lurk-\\n_ ing.\\nLicb, for licbt, 115, light.\\nLidder, 235, sluggish.\\nLig, 235, lie.\\nLimmer, 237, rogue.\\nLippin, 106, trust.\\nList, 66, like to.\\nLitber, 46, lazy.", "height": "3860", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "270\\nGLOSSARY.\\nLitils, 197, so in original, but\\nprobably a misprint for\\nlitill.\\nLitting, 237, dyeing.\\nLive, 199, 200, leave.\\nLochis Lin, 134, compare\\nMeg Lochis get, p. 96.\\nLocket, 204, what is belched.\\nLois, 90, loss.\\nLoppin, 235, leapt.\\nLothsum, 14, loathsome, hateful\\nLounrie, 35, villainy.\\nLoup, 132, flee the country\\nfor debt, fyc.\\nLowiner, 204, calmer.\\nLowitt, 129, loved.\\nLowne, 30, fellow.\\nLowreis, 3, see Lawrie.\\nLude hir, 152, loved her.\\nLuf and lie, 230, a sea phrase\\nboth on the windward and\\non the lee side.\\nLufe, 230, luff, also love.\\nLuid, lwid, 8, loved.\\nLuiffis, 183, palms.\\nLuifsum, 77, lovely.\\nLusty, 123, handsome, pleas-\\nant, agreeable.\\nLute, 217, let.\\nLuyf, 142, love.\\nLwmis, 237, looms.\\nLyart, 157, the French coin\\ncalled a Hard.\\nLychtit, 229, lighted.\\nLychtlit, 28, despised.\\nLymmeris, 75, scoundrels.\\nLyncbus, 209, a jail per-\\nhaps erratum for limbus, or\\nUmbo.\\nLyre, 159, flesh.\\nLytli, 1 4, joint.\\nM\\nMa, 50, more.\\nMache vilian, 43, Machiavel-\\nlian.\\nMaddie meinis, 3, harlot s\\nlamentations.\\nMagistrat, 133, magistracy.\\nMahoun, 138, Mahomet, the\\ndevil.\\nMaik, 92, match, equal.\\nMaikles, 173, matchless.\\nMaills, 168 rents.\\nMailzeis, 162, plates or links\\nof which a coat of mail is\\ncomposed.\\nMainsworne, 117, mansworne,\\nperjured.\\nMair, 50, more.\\nMair, 113, mayor.\\nMairouir, 171, moreover.\\nMaisson, 60, house, family.\\nMaist lyke, 80, most likely.\\nMak, 75, make mak to, set to\\nmak cair, 76, for may cair.\\nMakaris, 69, bards, poets.\\nMaling, 26, malign.\\nMalk, 124, see maik.\\nMan, 20, must.\\nManassing, 128, menacing.\\nManesworne, 171, perjured.\\nManged, 41, confounded 123,\\nmaimed.\\nMarkis, 72, aims.\\nMarklynis, 238, in the dark.\\nMarrow, 2, mate, companion\\n147, match.\\nMary nes, 144, merriness.\\nMea, 216, more.\\nMeaser, 226, maper", "height": "3852", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n271\\nMeffan, 141, Paul Meffen\\n(Methven). See Knox s His-\\ntorie, Lib. IV. p. 364.\\nMeg Lochis get, 96, compare\\nLochis Lin, 134.\\nMeiue, 9, method.\\nMeinis, 104, complain.\\nMeir, 202, mare.\\nMeis, 9, mitigate.\\nMekill, 157, much.\\nMell. 125, meddle.\\nMelzie, maize, 239, a coin of\\nsmall value.\\nMendis, 75, amends, compen-\\nsation.\\nMene, 19, lament, complain.\\nMenez, 100, followers of a\\nchieftain, crowd.\\nMenss, 35, honour.\\nMensueris, 222, perjures him-\\nself.\\nMesure, 86, moderation,\\nmeasure.\\nMet, 171, measure.\\nMe think, 79, methinks.\\nMidding, 65, midden.\\nMidpart, 228, half.\\nMinnie, 165, mother.\\nMirk, 238, dark.\\nMischant, 102, ivicked.\\nMischevit, 219, hurt, injured.\\nMiscuikit, 104, miscook it.\\nMisericord, 103, merciful.\\nMisgyde, 166, abuse, spoil.\\nMisknaw, 100, to beignorant of.\\nMissit, 8, for mis-set, dis-\\npleased.\\nMist, 202, lost.\\nMisteris, 223, there is need.\\nMistraisting, 60, mistrusting.\\nMo, 5, more.\\nMocht, 223, might.\\nMold, 73, mould, earth.\\nMontanis, 179, bulwarks.\\nMoriane, 53, swarthy.\\nMorsing powder, 234, appar-\\nently powder used for prim-\\ning.\\nMot, moit, 5, may.\\nMowes, 224, jests.\\nMoyane, moyen, myance, 153,\\nmeans, interest, a fee.\\nMulettis, 216, great mules.\\nMum, 99, mutter.\\nMurdreist, 28, murdered.\\nMyndis, 87, intends.\\nMyne alone, 119, alone.\\nMynt, 187, attempt\\nMyrk, 30, darkness.\\nMyrrenes, 187, Daly ell reads\\ninclinit to meiknes.\\nMys, 85, fault, mischief; 115,\\nmiss.\\nMyschantly, 66, wickedly.\\nMyster, 93, need.\\nN\\nNan, 178, none.\\nNane, 31, none.\\nNanis, 238, purpose.\\nNascence, 90, childhood.\\nNecessair, 23, necessary.\\nJSTeif, 223, fist, hand.\\nISTeist, 145, next.\\nNochttheles, 64, nevertheless.\\n]S ois, 55, nose.\\nNor, 146, than.\\nNosebitt, 229, anything that\\nacts as a check or restraint.\\nNother, 91, neither.\\nNouells, 119, news.", "height": "3860", "width": "2248", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "272\\nGLOSSARY.\\nNouther, 18, neither.\\nJNoy, 159, annoyance.\\nJSToysum, 65, giving annoy-\\nance.\\nObeysant, 67, submissive.\\nOblist, 221, obliged.\\nOche, 1, oh!\\nOcht, 19, ought.\\nOf tyme, 22, o/\u00c2\u00a3 times.\\nOn, 234, owe.\\nOnes, 161, once.\\nOnmerkit, 233, unmarked.\\nOn slane, 96, unslain.\\nOny, 5, any.\\nOpone, 168, oppose.\\nOr euer, 57, ere.\\nOuer, 9, too.\\nOuerblawin, 39, overblown,\\ngone.\\nOuer cast, 99, glance over.\\nOuer hand, 114, upper hand.\\nOuerharld, 63, oppressed.\\nOuerlay, 74, beat severely, op-\\npress.\\nOuerluikit, 82, overlook it.\\nOuirgang, 175, overrun.\\nOuirhaill, 125, break through.\\nOuirsyle, 151, circumvent,\\ncovered.\\nOuirthraw, 145, overthrow.\\nOulke, 225, week.\\nOur harrill, 131, oppress.\\nOurlaid, 186, beat severely.\\nOurset, 187, overcome.\\nOurthrow, 187, overthrow.\\nOutlier, 59, either.\\nOvirthrawne, 130, overthrown.\\nOwergane, 207, overrun.\\nOwersett, 228, overcome.\\nOyne, 208, oven.\\nPace, 126, pasch, Easter.\\nPackmantie, 215, portmanteau.\\nPackt it, perhaps erratum for\\npackit, 215, packed.\\nPaik, 207, trick.\\nPaikis, 122, a drubbing.\\nPaine, 33, punishment.\\nPairt, Si, party.\\nPallartis, 203, rascals.\\nPallat, 36, crown of the head.\\nPalmsoneuin, 137, Palm Sun-\\nday even.\\nPalyard, palzart, 36, rascal,\\nlecher.\\nPalzardrie, 108, whoredom.\\nPance, 86, muse panst, 86,\\nwas careful.\\nPand, 131, pledge.\\nPansand, 1, musing.\\nPapingaw, 77, parrot,\\nPasche, 121, Easter.\\nPasendlang, 96, pass along.\\nPat, 58, put.\\nPatlis, 72, patties, sticks with\\nwhich the ploughman clears\\naway the earth from the\\nplough.\\nPaun, 87, peacock.\\nPech, 159, pant.\\nPedderis, 231, pedlars.\\nPegrall, 4, paltry.\\nPeirtly, 68, briskly, boldly.\\nPeirtryks, 172, partridges.\\nPellettis, 180, bullets.\\nPellottis, pellets, 196, skin of\\na sheep without the wool.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n273\\nPeloure, 38, thief.\\nPerfyte, 8, perfect.\\nPerigall, 3, quite equal.\\nPerqueir, 144, accurate.\\nPersaif, parsaue, 112, perceive.\\nPliareis, 210, fairies.\\nPieteous, 434, piteous.\\nPietie, 170, pity.\\nPlacebo, 220, a flatterer.\\nPlaine, 194, show.\\nPlat, 25, set, place.\\nPleinyeid, 213, complained.\\nPleit, 194, maintained in de-\\nbate.\\nPlexitis, 212, complaints.\\nPlenzies, 168, complain.\\nPlesoure, 1 2, pleasure.\\nPlewche, 1 40, plough.\\nPluck up fair, 187, ready to\\npluck up everything by the\\nroots At p. 183, line 1,\\nDalyell reads, maid them\\npluk up lair.\\nPluk at the Craw, 109, a hind\\nof game.\\nPlumis, 183, feathers.\\nPlunted, 197, perhaps erra-\\ntum for painted.\\nPocke nucke, 217, corner of a\\nsack.\\nPoinding, 213, distraining.\\nPois, 202, treasure.\\nPorteris {original) 191, should\\nbe potteris.\\nPotgun, cannon or musket.\\nPow, 81, pull.\\nPracticques, pretticques, 208,\\n209, practices.\\nPraisit, 8, prized.\\nPref orme, 2 1 perfo tm.\\nPreif. 64, prove.\\nPreist, 86, exerted himself\\nstrenuously.\\nPrenis, 157, pins.\\nPrenit, 162, pinned.\\nPrentise, 117, apprentice.\\nPreuene, 7 4, prevent.\\nPringnant, 144, pregnant.\\nProlong, 68, delay.\\nPromouis, 142, promotes.\\nPropone, 64, propose, set forth,\\nPropyne, 161, present.\\nProterue, 23, froivard.\\nProthogall, 71, prodigal.\\nPruise, 12, Dalyell reads\\npruife, proof.\\nPryse, 8, praise.\\nPryse, 167, appraise.\\nPuir anis, pureanis, 8, the poor\\nPuneis, 3, punish.\\nPuttis, on vther, 213, gives a\\ngentle push, as a hint.\\nPvneiss, 225, punish.\\nPynand, 198, oppressing.\\nPyne, 72, agony, pain.\\nPyned, 54, pained, racked^\\nQ\\nQuarrell, 20, quarrel, cause.\\nQuat, 178, quit.\\nQuentance, 35, acquaintance.\\nQuha, 5, who.\\nQuhairfoir, 12, ivherefore.\\nQuhairfra, 159, wherefrom.\\nQuhaitfoir, 1 35, for ivhich.\\nQuha say, 221, sham, pretence.\\nQuhat, 54, what.\\nQuhat reck? 235, ivhat mat-\\nters, exclamation of indif-\\nference.\\nQuheill, 152, wheel.\\n18", "height": "3860", "width": "2156", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "274\\nGLOSSARY.\\nQuheit, 147, wheat.\\nQuhen, 5, when.\\nQuhidder, 134, whether.\\nQuhilk, 2, which.\\nQuhinger, 128, a short hanger\\nused as a knife at meals,\\nand as a sword in brawls.\\nQuhip, 126, whip.\\nQuhissill, 84, whistle.\\nQuhois, 234, whose.\\nQuholpis, 10, whelps.\\nQuhome, 23, whom.\\nQuhonilit, 9, whelmed.\\nQuhow, 131, how.\\nQuhy, 146, why.\\nQuhyle, 134, time.\\nQuhylis, 134, whiles, some-\\ntimes.\\nQuhyte, 169, white.\\nQuod, 51, quoth.\\nQuow, 219, cow.\\nE\\nRaid, 143, road; 187, rode.\\nRaid, 204, roadstead.\\nRaip, 33, rope.\\nEais, 85, rose.\\nRak, 71, stretch.\\nRakles, 9, careless, rash.\\nRang, 68, reigned.\\nRank, 107, row.\\nRapfow, 34, ropeful, gallows-\\nbird.\\nRasche bus, 58, bush of rushes.\\nRashe, 88, dash.\\nRaungard, 200, renegade.\\nRay, 9, break ray, to go into\\ndisorder.\\nRayne, 219, perhaps roe or kid.\\nRead, 215, road.\\nRebald, 143, a low worthless\\nfellow.\\nRed, rad, 73, afraid.\\nRed forwyuis, 183, afraid of\\nthe vjomen.\\nReft, 211, bereft.\\nRegiment, 204, government.\\nReheirs, 171, rehearse.\\nReif, 78, to rob 156, robbery.\\nReikit, 7, reached, handed.\\nReikit, 231, fitted out.\\nReil, 91, reel, swagger.\\nReill, 152, whirl.\\nReingat, (RenigaU) 34, for-\\nsworn.\\nReist, 164, arrest.\\nRemeid, 75, remedy.\\nRemord, 110, feel remorse for.\\nRenigats, 104, renegades.\\nReplege, 234, replevin.\\nRessaif, 231, receive.\\nRessauit, 235, received.\\nRest, 211, perhaps erratum\\nfor reft.\\nRestorde, 38, restore it.\\nReteir, 183, withdraw.\\nRetreit, 72, repeal, reverse, re-\\ntract.\\nRetyre, 45, return.\\nReuer, 39, robber.\\nReuth, 157, ruth, pity.\\nReuthf ull, 1 6 pitiful.\\nReving, 197, stealing.\\nRewolk, 198, revoke.\\nRid, 152, rede, counsel.\\nRiggein stanes, 179, stones\\nforming the ridge of a house.\\nRing, 34, prevail; 151, reign.\\nRing, 111, kingdom.\\nRokket, 135, rochet, a little\\nblue cloth cloak.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n275\\nHome, 104, kingdom.\\nRome-raikeris, 135, those who\\npretended to bring relics\\nfrom Rome.\\nRouch, 119, rough.\\nRoundit, 221, whispered.\\nRoupand, 136, croaking.\\nRowme, 166, room, jiosses-\\nsion, places.\\nRoy, 159, king.\\nRubiatouris, \\\\0i,robbers, rag-\\namuffins.\\nRuffyis, 104, ruffians.\\nRuffyis, raggit, 107, Dunbar\\nhas ruffy ragmen, seems a\\nname for the devil.\\nRug, 109, pluck, pull about.\\nRuggars, 104, depredators.\\nRuse, 192, praise, a boast.\\nRuttery, 30, lechery.\\nRycht, 101, good, excellent.\\nSa, 1, so.\\nSaa, 214, saw.\\nSace, 155, cease.\\nSaces, 174, sauces.\\nSacke, sact, 122, destroy.\\nSaikles, 11, guiltless.\\nSake, 193, sack, ruin.\\nSalbe, 10, shall be.\\nSail, 145, shall.\\nSauiin, 186, same.\\nSangis, 2, songs.\\nSanit, 134, made the sign of\\nthe cross, blessed.\\nSar, 181, serve.\\nSark, 135, shirt, surplice.\\nSat, 55, set.\\nSauch 71, sallow, willow\\nrak aue sauch, crack hemp.\\nSauclit, 68, at ease.\\nSaule, 51, soul.\\nSaw, 171, sow.\\nSay, 166, so.\\nSay, 239, trial.\\nSayit, 75, assay it.\\nScaffing, 224, spunging.\\nScellat, 7, small bell.\\nSchalde, 204, shallow.\\nSchavellis, 120, schavellings,\\npriests.\\nScka-wis, 61, shows.\\nSchent, 91, confounded, to de-\\nstroy.\\nScherat, 185, chariot.\\nSchewed, 238, sewed.\\nScliill, 37, shrill.\\nSchir, 162, sir.\\nScho, 73, shoe.\\nSchorde, 37, threatened.\\nScliot, 183, pushed, shot.\\nSchouris, 37, throes, pangs.\\nSchowder, 234, shoulder.\\nSchyre, 161, territory, shire.\\nSclander, 120, slander.\\nSe, 99, for ze, ye.\\nSea, se, 228, so.\\nSect, wyne, 208, wine called\\nsack.\\nSedull, 149, schedule.\\nSeik, 169, sick.\\nSeinzeour, 54, signor.\\nSeir, 64, several.\\nSeis, 96, for ceis, cease.\\nSeller, 168, cellar\\nSemblie, 211, assembly.\\nSenibling, 224, deceitful.\\nSempill, 195, simple; com-\\nmonly a pun upon the\\nauthor s name.", "height": "3860", "width": "2212", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "27(5\\nGLOSSARY.\\nSen, 65, since.\\nSensours, 148, censers.\\nSensyne, 55, since then.\\nSeriand, 96, sergeant, servant.\\nSemis, 107, deserves.\\nSettin by, 30, esteemed.\\nSew, 233, saw, sowed.\\nSey, 151, assay, trial.\\nSeyis, 165, seas.\\nShent, 19, confounded.\\nShoir, 4, threaten.\\nShone, 141, shoes or sandals.\\nShrewit, 92, accursed, wicked.\\nSic, 8, such.\\nSicernes, 13, security.\\nSich, 14, sigh.\\nSiclit, 161, see.\\nSicker, 33,/^, sure.\\nSiclyke, 105, such 148, so.\\nSillie, 211, weak, foolish.\\nSillubs, 210, potions.\\nSinderit, 88, sundered.\\nSindill, 131, seldom.\\nSindrie, 54, sundry.\\nSit, 30, for zit, yet.\\nSith, 48, since.\\nSith, 158, for site, grief; or\\nsich, sigh.\\nSkaill, 170, disperse.\\nSkaith, 57, hurt.\\nSkalit, 178, broke up.\\nSkar, 115, take fright.\\nSkeich, 156, apt to startle.\\nSklander, 235, slander.\\nSklenting, 235, oblique, de-\\nnoting immoral conduct.\\nSklenting bowtis, 235, mal-\\npractices.\\nSla. slea, 15, slay.\\nSlealy, 224, slyly.\\nSleuth, 52, slothful.\\nSlidder, 24, unstable, slippery.\\nSlokin, 106, quench.\\nSlycht, 6, slight.\\nSmaikrie, 205, roguery.\\nSmaiks, 146, rogues.\\nSmatcher, 226, a contemptu-\\nous term for a man.\\nSmittel, 220, infectious.\\nSmorit, 33, smothered.\\nSmuire, 13, smother.\\nSnadoun, 37, poetical name\\nfor Stirling.\\nSnapwark, 234, a firelock.\\nSnaw, 58, snow.\\nSogeouris, 118 Soiouris, 180,\\nsoldiers.\\nSomzeit, 188, Dalyell reads\\nsoinzeit, cared.\\nSorrow mair, 221, not a whit\\nmore.\\nSou, 188, Dalyell reads sen.\\nSoupit, 59, supped.\\nSous, souss, 100, a sou,\\nFrench halfpenny.\\nSoutar, 141, a shoemaker.\\nSow, 134, for zow.\\nSowld, 235, should.\\nSowseyis, 179, Dalyell reads\\nfowseyis, fosses.\\nSowsit, 11, plunged.\\nSowt, 180, assault.\\nSpaird, 39, spare it.\\nSpald, 117, shoulder.\\nSpeciallis, 190, particulars.\\nSpeill, 138, climb.\\nSperand, 178, asking.\\nSperit, 221, asked.\\nSpill, 44, kill.\\nSplene, 121, heart.\\nSprent, bak, 243, bent back.\\nSpring, 205, a quick and\\ncheerful tune.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n277\\nSpuilze, 183, spoil.\\nSpwle, 237, weaver s shuttle.\\nStack, 204, stuck.\\nStaik, 217, fit, suit.\\nStaikit, 205, settled.\\nStandfulis, 179, tubfuls.\\nStangear, 187, for strangear.\\nStangis, 110, stings.\\nStark, 21, strong.\\nSteik, 108, shut.\\nSteikis, 183, stitches.\\nSteir, 16, to meddle ivith so\\nas to injure.\\nSteir, 55, disturbance,trouble\\n178, rule.\\nSteirburd, 230, starboard.\\nSteir my tyrne, 135, lay hold\\non an opportunity.\\nStemmyne (or stenning) 233,\\naspeciesof fine woollen cloth\\nanciently ivorn in Scotland.\\nStickit, 174, stabbed.\\nStirk, 172, bullock or heifer.\\nStoundis, 87, ache, keen shoot-\\ning pains.\\nStoup, 58, stoop, boiv.\\nStourt, 54, trouble.\\nStouth, 4, theft.\\nStowen, 209, stolen.\\nStraik, 190, stroke.\\nStrais, 84, straios.\\nStrang, 92, by violence.\\nStrease, 208, straws.\\nStrukin, 147, struck.\\nStrynd, 109, kindred.\\nStur, 20, see sturre.\\nSturdie, 88, sturdy, violent.\\nSturely, 175, strongly.\\nSturre, 31, be in ill humour\\nwith.\\nSturtsum, 15, cross.\\nStyme 79, the faintest form\\nof any object.\\nSua, 193, so.\\nSubscryue, 168, subscribe.\\nSubumbragit, 191, over-\\nshadowed.\\nSuddartis, 181, soldiers.\\nSuddrone, 121, southern.\\nSuid, 95, should.\\nSuire, 19, sure.\\nSuld, 15, should.\\nSuldarts, 50, soldiers.\\nSuppone, 201, suppose.\\nSupposts, 169, supporters.\\nSur, 210, an expletive or\\naugmentative.\\nSusseis, 84, scruples.\\nSusseit, 63, hesitated.\\nSwa, 20, so.\\nSwaits, 169, new ale or wort.\\nSwarfit, 181, fainted, swooned.\\nSweingeour, 85, sluggard.\\nSweir, 127, swore.\\nSweyning, 50, sleeping, dream-\\ning.\\nSwidder, 99, swither, hesitate.\\nSwinge, 15, 17, swing, sway.\\nSwoumand, 152, swimming.\\nSwoumit, 3, swam.\\nSwyne, 229, sow.\\nSwyre, 187, 2Jass of a moun-\\ntain.\\nSyc, 25, such.\\nSyce, 165, raise.\\nSyiss, syse, 211, assise.\\nSylit, 9, blindfolded, betrayed t\\ncovered.\\nSyluer, 226, money.\\nSyne, 73, then.\\nSyte, 5, grief, disgrace.\\nSythment, 72, assythment,\\ncompensation.", "height": "3860", "width": "2212", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "278\\nGLOSSARY.\\nTa, 159, toe.\\nTa, 195, to.\\nTailzeouris, 158, tailors.\\nTaine, 11, taken, conceived.\\nTaine, 27, the one.\\nTakin, 148, token.\\nTalloun, 230, to cover with\\ntallow or pitch, to caulk.\\nTane, 7, than.\\nTane, 197, taken.\\nTas, 200, cup.\\nTees, 208, toes.\\nTeichit, 59, taught.\\nTeill, 171, till.\\nTeindis, 197, teinds, tithes.\\nTeine, 120, sorrow.\\nTeinfull, 65, wrathful.\\nTelzeour, 232, tailor.\\nTelzevie, 230, a perverse\\nhumour.\\nTene, 3, sorrow, vexation.\\nTene, 105, mad with rage.\\nTent, 22, heed.\\nTentyue, 113, attentive.\\nTeoch, 10, tough.\\nTha, thay, thea, 68, they;\\n235, those.\\nThairout, 170, in the open air.\\nThappoyntment, 55, the ap-\\npointment.\\nTheikit, 167, thatched.\\nTheis, 237, thighs.\\nThigging, 170, to beg in a\\ngenteel way.\\nTliir, 5, these.\\nThis, 102, thus.\\nThocht, 11, though.\\nThoill, 12, bear.\\nThoull, 110, thou wilt.\\nThovmbis, 221, thumbs.\\nThrall, 11, enslaved; 124,\\nthraldom.\\nThrawart, 11, froward.\\nThre, 50, three.\\nThrettene, 184, thirteen.\\nTkrettie, 50, thirty.\\nThrew, 3, for drew.\\nThrid, 149, third.\\nThring, 23, to press, thrust.\\noneself forward.\\nThring doun, 95, thrust down.\\nThrist, 118, thirst.\\nThrist, 228, trust.\\nThrone, 98, iron, instrument\\nfor weighing heavy ivares.\\nThrouchly, 166. thoroughly.\\nThyne furth, 127, thenceforth.\\nTill, 24, to.\\nTine, 193, lose.\\nTinklaris, 158, tinkers.\\nTint, 70, lost.\\nTit, 191, a quick pull, a jerk.\\nTo, 30, too.\\nTod, 71, fox.\\nTodlyar, 142, more fox-like.\\nTogidder, 175, together.\\nTokis, 142, for takis.\\nTome, 33, book.\\nTome, toome, 231, empty.\\nTop ourtaill, 140, head o er\\nheels.\\nTother, 145, other.\\nTottis, 215, refuse of wood.\\nToung, 9, tongue.\\nTow, 160, rope.\\nTraine, trane, 12, a road, path t\\n29, a blind, a fetch, decep-\\ntion, 173, train of gun-\\npowder.\\nTraist, 5, trust 53, trusty.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\n279\\nTrane, 114, draw, entice.\\nTrapit, 178, caparisoned.\\nTratling, 114, tattling.\\nTratorie, 69, treason.\\nTrauell, 78, labour.\\nTray, 3, trouble.\\nTraytorie, 63, treason.\\nTred, 59, tread, track.\\nTreit, tret, 145, treated.\\nTrest, 90, trust.\\nTreveis, 231, sail backwards\\nand forwards.\\nTrewis, 150, truce.\\nTrinfauld, 104, threefold.\\nTristene, 228, trusting.\\nTristsum, 10, sad.\\nTrowtli, 49, truth.\\nTrumpe, 142, beguile, de-\\nceive.\\nTryne, 216, train, retinue.\\nTrystis, 97, appointments to\\nmeet.\\nTuggis, 237, pulls by jerks.\\nTuilzeour, 122, one addicted\\nto broils, a slight fighter.\\nTuix, 99, tivixt.\\nTulcliin, 198, a calf s skin\\nstuffed with straw.\\nTurse, 217, pack in a bundle.\\nTuyne, 217, part.\\nTwa, 7, tway, 87, two.\\nT well-pennies, 238, twelve-\\npence.\\nTwiche, 237, tough.\\nTyde, 85, tide, season.\\nTyke, 38, dog, cur.\\nTykit, 173, tied, bound.\\nTyne, 9, lose.\\nTynsall, 55, loss.\\nTyritness, 73, tire.\\nTythance, 175, tidings.\\nUane, 181, vain.\\nUgsum, 5, frightful.\\nUnduchtie, 117, undoughty.\\nUnlefull, 92, unlawful.\\nV\\nYagabounds, 88, ivanderers.\\nVaiage, 9, voyage.\\nVaikit, 135, became vacant.\\nYaill, 85, avail, end.\\nYanlatit, 2, unlatit, destitute\\nof proper breeding, unkind.\\nYder, 230, other.\\nYeildaris, 86, iceilders, causers.\\nVenenianis, 120, mercenaries.\\nYenerial, 196, mercenary.\\nYepe, 76, weep.\\nYinqueist, 86, vanquished.\\nYisioun, visorne, 197, mask,\\nor visor.\\nYlis, 238, oils.\\nYmquhile, 8, the late, erewhile.\\nYncouth, 125, strange, 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I.\\nWeill was her, 3, happy was\\nshe.\\nAVeir, 2, war, dispute.\\nWeird, li?,, fate.\\nWeirdis, the Fates.\\nWeltred, 131, overturned.\\nWeskan (orig.), 88, we skail t\\nWeyit, 192, weighed.\\nWich, 215, which.\\nWicht, 230, stout, strong.\\nWichtnes, 117, strength.\\nWidder, 77, ivither.\\nWiddie, 71, a halter.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "ULOSSAKY.\\n281\\nWirriare, 200, a swiller.\\nWiiryit, 71, worried, strangled.\\nWithout, 23, unless.\\nWithouttin, 101, without.\\nWitten, 80, known.\\nFor had I witten that I wait,\\nAllace is Scotts wisdume.\\ni.e., wise behind-hand.\\nWitt in, wittin, 229, knowledge\\nWittis, 32, wits, wisdom, senses\\nWo, 92, wofid.\\nWob, 239, iceb.\\nWobster, 237, weaver.\\nWod, 6, mad.\\nWodderschins, 219, against,\\nthe course of the sun.\\nWoll, 179, well.\\nWondie, 187, windy.\\nWont snone clout, 4.\\nWor, 140, were.\\nWor, 233, worse.\\nWorssand, 187, Daly ell reads\\nwor stand, scrambling.\\nWowaris, 238, wooers.\\nWox, 170, waxed.\\nWrang, 71, wrong.\\nWrangons, 136, wrongful.\\nWreik, 160, do vengeance on.\\nWrestis, 86, screws, twists.\\nWretheit, 12, wroth, angry.\\nWroken, 106, revenged.\\nWsayage 223, usage, practice.\\nWylie-coit, 239, under-petti-\\ncoat.\\nWylit, 9, enticed.\\nWyn, 157, gain.\\nWyritt, 130 wearied.\\nWyse, 113, manner.\\nWyssit, 29, wished.\\nWyte, 93, blame.\\nWyuis, 183, women.\\nY, used for the original letter\\nfor Th.\\nYa, 35, those.\\nYai, 56, they.\\nYair, there.\\nYame, 35, them.\\nYan, 35, than, then.\\nYat, 35, that.\\nYe, 35, thee.\\nYead, 209, went.\\nYeattis, 196, gates.\\nYire, 198, ire.\\nYis, 36, this.\\nZ\\nZ, used for the old form of Y.\\nZaik, 164, ache.\\nZe, 2, ye.\\nZe, 96, see.\\nZea, ze, 31, yea.\\nZeid, 53, went.\\nZeill, 230, yell.\\nZeir, 26, year.\\nZell, 6, yell.\\nZello, 237, yellow.\\nZeinari, 169, yeoman.\\nZet, 59, gate.\\nZing, 90, young.\\nZis, 53, for zit.\\nZisterday, 58, yesterday.\\nZit, 2, yet.\\nZone, zond, 71, yonder, that.\\nZoung, 22, young.\\nZour, zoure, 3, your.\\nZout, 6, cry, scream.\\nZoutheid, 22, youth.\\nZow, 3, you.\\nZow, 168, ewe.\\nZule, 238, yule.\\n19", "height": "3852", "width": "2204", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "Errata.\\n[Note. Notwithstanding an earnest desire to insure accuracy\\na few errors have been discovered, which are here corrected.\\nIn publications of this kind such will occur but it is hoped\\nthey will be considered of no material importance.]\\nage 6, line 1, for\\nflycht read slycht.\\n8,\\n27,\\nchefit\\nchesit.\\n12,\\n25,\\npruise\\npruife.\\n12,\\n33,\\nplesosre\\nplesoure.\\n13,\\n3,\\nconse rue\\nconserue.\\n19,\\n4,\\nsuie\\nsuire.\\n22,\\n12,\\nsportlie\\nshortlie.\\n23,\\n29,\\nhorint\\nhornit.\\n24,\\n13,\\nstidder\\nslidder,\\n25,\\n10,\\nbegonth\\nbegouth.\\n39,\\n17,\\nals wa\\nalswa.\\n46,\\n19,\\nneake\\nmake.\\n63,\\n17,\\nsuffeit\\nsusseit.\\n63,\\n17,\\nsaithles\\nsaikles.\\n67,\\n28,\\ncarage\\ncurage.\\n68,\\n1,\\nfauchs\\nfaucht.\\n71,\\n2,\\nby\\niy-\\n71,\\n15,\\nleid\\nreid.\\n73,\\n2,\\nplace\\nplace.\\n73,\\n21,\\ncronnis\\ncrounis.\\n77,\\n15,\\nfriutfull\\nfruitfull.\\n87,\\n16,\\ncommonit\\ncommouit\\n88,\\n15,\\nweskan ((/rig.)\\nwe skail 1\\n...108,\\n7,\\nfall\\nfull.\\n...114,\\n1,\\nsulk\\nsuld.\\n...115,\\n18.\\nlich\\nlicht.\\n...116.\\n24,\\nconsing\\ncousing.", "height": "3860", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "sempillballatess00semp_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "age 125, line 23, ft\\n127,\\n32,\\n128,\\n13,\\n132,\\n30,\\n135,\\n23,\\n138,\\n26,\\n144,\\n34,\\nJ45,\\n20,\\n154,\\n28,\\n158,\\n26,\\n179,\\n22,\\n182,\\n19,\\n191,\\n10,\\n192,\\n5,\\n202,\\n37,\\n215,\\n16,\\n236,\\n23,\\n239,\\n15,\\n239,\\n22,\\n241,\\n19,\\n241,\\n28,\\n242,\\n8,\\n243,\\n9,\\n243,\\n21,\\n246,\\n23,\\n247,\\n6,\\n248,\\n21,\\n249,\\n14,\\n250,\\n4,\\n250,\\n11,\\n253,\\n8,\\n253.\\n11,\\n254,\\n11,\\n254,\\n12,\\nERRATA.\\nor sweit rtaa\\nI sweir.\\nhirn\\nhim.\\ncpmmands\\nlosrt\\ncommands,\\nlost.\\nbegonth\\nbegouth.\\nconnict\\nconuict.\\nwalkryse\\nfall\\nwalkryfe.\\nsail.\\nthan\\nthan.\\nflowne\\nstowne.\\nsowlit\\nfowlit.\\nsleyit\\nporteris {orig.)\\ndauter\\nfleyit.\\npotteris 1\\ndanter.\\npromtione\\nthing\\nbit\\npromotione\\nthink.\\nbot.\\nfay\\nthot\\nsay.\\nthat.\\nO the\\nOche.\\ndeer\\ndeere.\\nprecisit\\nbreath {orig.)\\npreeisit.\\ndeathe.\\nsiveir\\nsweir.\\ncame\\ncann.\\nif\\nis.\\ntendis\\nendis.\\nsuill\\nsaull.\\nsinco\\nsince.\\npromieis\\nsounde\\npromeis.\\nfounde.\\nconfides\\nconsistis.\\nslow\\ntiew.\\nsicht\\nhicht.\\n283\\nR. 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