E VIN as the dying swayne almost bereft of breath
Soundes dulefull songes and dririe notes a presage of her death
Sua since my date of lyfe almost expyr'd I find
My obsequeis I sadlie sing as sorrow toonnes my mynd
And as the rairest bird ane pyle of wood doeth frame
Quhich being fyred by Phebus rayes scho falls into the flame
So by tuo sunnye eyes I giue my fauncies fyre
And burne my self with bewties rayes evin by my awin desyre
Thus the angree gods at lenth begin for to relent
And anes to end my dathefull lyfe for pietie are content
Forgiue th'nfernall poweres the dampned saulls wold pyne
Thenn let them send them to the light to leid a lyfe lyke myne
O giue I could receave the crosses and the cairs
That from my cradle to my bears conduct me with despairs
Then hungrie Tantalus pleas'd with his lote wald stand
I famishe for ane sweeter foode quhilk still restes in my hand
Lyke Ixiones restles wheelle my fancies rule about
And lyke a gwest that stoue heavin's fyres they tare my bowells out
I worke ane endles task and lois my labour still
Evin as the bloodye sisteris doe that emptie as they fill
As Siciphus stone returnes his ghoist guiltie to appaill
I euer rais my hoip sua heiche they bruse me with there fall
And giue I could in sume my seuerall greefes relate
All wold forget there proper harmes and onlye waill my state
So greivous is my greef and paine so panefull is my greef
That death whiche doeth the world affright wold zeild me to releef
I haue mishaps sua lang as in ane habite hade
I think I luik not lyke my self but whenn that I am sade
As birds that flee but in the aire fishes in sea doe diue
Sua sorrowis lyke as element by which I onlie liue
Zit this may be admired as moir then strange in me
Altho' in all my horoscope not one point cleir I see
Aganest my knowledge zit I manye a tyme rebell
And seek to gadder groundis of hoip ane hevin amids a hell
O poysoune of the mynde that doeth the wittis bereave
And shrew'd it with ane cloake of loue does all the world deceave
Thow arte the rocke on which my comfoirts schip didst dashe
It's thow that's daylie in my woundes thy hookit heids does washe
Blinde tyrante is O thow by whome my hoips lye deid
That whylls thraws furth a dert of gold and whils a lump of leid
Thus oft thow woundes to but in tuo differente states
Quhich treuth a strange antipathie ye one loues and the vther heats
O but I ere I graunte I sould noucht the vpbraid
It's I to passiones tyrannie that haue my self betrayed
And zit this cannocht be my iudgement aymes amiss
Ahe deere Aurora it is thow that ruyn'd hes my bliss
Ane fault that by thy sex may pairtlie be excuised
Quhich still does lois quhat profer'd is affects quhat is refuised
Quhills my distracted thoughtes I stryu'd for to controill
And with fain'd gestures did disguyis the anguishe of my soull
Thenn with inveiting lookes and accents stampt with loue
The mask that was vpoun my mynde thow labourst to remove
And whenn that once ensnair'd thow in thois nets me spy'de
Thy smylles were shaddowit with disdaines thy bewties cloth'd with pryde
To reateane thy grace I wate noucht how to goe
Sall I once fall befoir thy feete to pleid for favour soe
No no I'le proudlie go my wraith for to asswage
And liberallie at last enlardge ye raines vnto my rage
I'le tell what wee were ones our chast zit fervent loue
Quhill in effect thow seam'd to affect the which thow didst disprove.
Quhill once to ingrave thy name vpoun a rock I sate
Thow vowed to wryte myne in a mynde more firme by fare then that
The marble stane then stampt reteanes that name of thyne
But ali thy moir then marble mynde it did not sua with myne
Swa that whiche thrawt me first sall set me free againe
Thois flames to which thy loue gave lyfe sall die with thy disdane.
But ahe quhere am I now how is my iudgement lost
I speik as it were in my power lyke ane that's free to boast
Haue I evin sauld my self to be thy bewties slaue
And quhen thow taks all hoip fra me thow taks but quhat yow gave
That former loue of thyne did sua posses my mynde
That for to harbour vther thouchts na roume remaynes behinde
The onlie meanes by which I mind to avenge this wrong
It is by making of thy prais the bourding of my song
Thenn quhy sould thow suche spyte for my gude will returne
Vas euer god as zit sua made to make his temple burne
My breast the temple was quhence insens thow receaued
And zit thow sets the same afyre which otheris wald haue saued
But quhy sould thow accuis Aurora in this gyise
Shee's als fateles as shoe is fair als innocent als wyse
For it is but throuche my misluckt giue any fault ther be
For shee who was of nature mylde was cruell made by me
And since my fortoune is in woe to be bewrapptt
I'le honour her as of befoir and hate my awin mishaptt
Her rigourous cours sall serue my loyell pairt to prove
And as ane tuichstane for to trye ye vertew of my love
Quhich whenn her bewtie fades salbe als cleir as now
My constancie it salbe knowne when wrinckled is her brow
Sua that suche tua againe sall in no age be found
Shee for her face I for my fayth baith worthie to be croun'd
Soundes dulefull songes and dririe notes a presage of her death
Sua since my date of lyfe almost expyr'd I find
My obsequeis I sadlie sing as sorrow toonnes my mynd
And as the rairest bird ane pyle of wood doeth frame
Quhich being fyred by Phebus rayes scho falls into the flame
So by tuo sunnye eyes I giue my fauncies fyre
And burne my self with bewties rayes evin by my awin desyre
Thus the angree gods at lenth begin for to relent
And anes to end my dathefull lyfe for pietie are content
Forgiue th'nfernall poweres the dampned saulls wold pyne
Thenn let them send them to the light to leid a lyfe lyke myne
O giue I could receave the crosses and the cairs
That from my cradle to my bears conduct me with despairs
Then hungrie Tantalus pleas'd with his lote wald stand
I famishe for ane sweeter foode quhilk still restes in my hand
Lyke Ixiones restles wheelle my fancies rule about
And lyke a gwest that stoue heavin's fyres they tare my bowells out
I worke ane endles task and lois my labour still
Evin as the bloodye sisteris doe that emptie as they fill
As Siciphus stone returnes his ghoist guiltie to appaill
I euer rais my hoip sua heiche they bruse me with there fall
And giue I could in sume my seuerall greefes relate
All wold forget there proper harmes and onlye waill my state
So greivous is my greef and paine so panefull is my greef
That death whiche doeth the world affright wold zeild me to releef
I haue mishaps sua lang as in ane habite hade
I think I luik not lyke my self but whenn that I am sade
As birds that flee but in the aire fishes in sea doe diue
Sua sorrowis lyke as element by which I onlie liue
Zit this may be admired as moir then strange in me
Altho' in all my horoscope not one point cleir I see
Aganest my knowledge zit I manye a tyme rebell
And seek to gadder groundis of hoip ane hevin amids a hell
O poysoune of the mynde that doeth the wittis bereave
And shrew'd it with ane cloake of loue does all the world deceave
Thow arte the rocke on which my comfoirts schip didst dashe
It's thow that's daylie in my woundes thy hookit heids does washe
Blinde tyrante is O thow by whome my hoips lye deid
That whylls thraws furth a dert of gold and whils a lump of leid
Thus oft thow woundes to but in tuo differente states
Quhich treuth a strange antipathie ye one loues and the vther heats
O but I ere I graunte I sould noucht the vpbraid
It's I to passiones tyrannie that haue my self betrayed
And zit this cannocht be my iudgement aymes amiss
Ahe deere Aurora it is thow that ruyn'd hes my bliss
Ane fault that by thy sex may pairtlie be excuised
Quhich still does lois quhat profer'd is affects quhat is refuised
Quhills my distracted thoughtes I stryu'd for to controill
And with fain'd gestures did disguyis the anguishe of my soull
Thenn with inveiting lookes and accents stampt with loue
The mask that was vpoun my mynde thow labourst to remove
And whenn that once ensnair'd thow in thois nets me spy'de
Thy smylles were shaddowit with disdaines thy bewties cloth'd with pryde
To reateane thy grace I wate noucht how to goe
Sall I once fall befoir thy feete to pleid for favour soe
No no I'le proudlie go my wraith for to asswage
And liberallie at last enlardge ye raines vnto my rage
I'le tell what wee were ones our chast zit fervent loue
Quhill in effect thow seam'd to affect the which thow didst disprove.
Quhill once to ingrave thy name vpoun a rock I sate
Thow vowed to wryte myne in a mynde more firme by fare then that
The marble stane then stampt reteanes that name of thyne
But ali thy moir then marble mynde it did not sua with myne
Swa that whiche thrawt me first sall set me free againe
Thois flames to which thy loue gave lyfe sall die with thy disdane.
But ahe quhere am I now how is my iudgement lost
I speik as it were in my power lyke ane that's free to boast
Haue I evin sauld my self to be thy bewties slaue
And quhen thow taks all hoip fra me thow taks but quhat yow gave
That former loue of thyne did sua posses my mynde
That for to harbour vther thouchts na roume remaynes behinde
The onlie meanes by which I mind to avenge this wrong
It is by making of thy prais the bourding of my song
Thenn quhy sould thow suche spyte for my gude will returne
Vas euer god as zit sua made to make his temple burne
My breast the temple was quhence insens thow receaued
And zit thow sets the same afyre which otheris wald haue saued
But quhy sould thow accuis Aurora in this gyise
Shee's als fateles as shoe is fair als innocent als wyse
For it is but throuche my misluckt giue any fault ther be
For shee who was of nature mylde was cruell made by me
And since my fortoune is in woe to be bewrapptt
I'le honour her as of befoir and hate my awin mishaptt
Her rigourous cours sall serue my loyell pairt to prove
And as ane tuichstane for to trye ye vertew of my love
Quhich whenn her bewtie fades salbe als cleir as now
My constancie it salbe knowne when wrinckled is her brow
Sua that suche tua againe sall in no age be found
Shee for her face I for my fayth baith worthie to be croun'd