Classic Poem

The slyding tyme so slilie slips away,
It reaves from us remembrance of our state;
And, quhill we do the cair of tyme delay,
We tyne the tyde, and so lament to lait.
Then, to eschew such dangerous debait,
Prepone sor patrene manlie M AITLAND knycht.
Leirne be HIS lyf to leive in sembil raite,
With luif to God, Religion, Law, and Rycht.
For as HE was of vertu lucent lycht;
Of ancient bluid, of nobil spreit and name;
Belov'd of God, and everie gracious wycht;
So died HE auld, deserving worthie fame.
A rair exempil set for us to sie
Quhat we have bene, now ar, and aucht to be.