Classic Poem

" That this worme, in our wark, sick wonder can wirk;
And, throw poyson of this poyd, our practic prevaill
To cut of f our cummer to cum to the kirk,
For the half of our help I hauld heir is haill.
Let nevir this undoche of evill doing Irk,
All boundis whair it bydis may brocht be to baill.
Of bliss let it be als bair as the birk,
That tittest that taidrell may tell ane ill taill:
Let no wo in this warld to this wra t che be wantit. "
Be they haid said, the fyre flauch flew;
Bothe thunder, weit, and windis blew;
Whair be the cuning cummeris knew
Thair asking wes grantit.