Verses to Bee Sett over the Rose and Thisle

Devynelie did your Royall Moate presage
The union of those plants soe sweete soe sharpe
Whereby you temper this our loosser age
With Justice lore, and tune thereto your Harpe.
Soe fates ordaind to figure by your Crest
The goulden senten[c] fostred in your brest.
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