Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 33. A Ladyis Lamentatione. I

Vhom suld I warie bot my wicked weard,
Vha span my thriftles thrauard fatall threed ?
I wes bot skantlie entrit in this eard,
Nor had offendit, vhill I felt hir feed.

In hir vnhappy hands sho held my heed,
And straikit bakuard wodershins my hair ;
Syne prophecyed, I suld aspyre and speed :
Quhilk double sentence wes baith suith and sair.

For I wes matchit with my match and mair ;
No worldly woman neuir wes so weill ;
I wes accountit Countes but compair,
Quhill fickle Fortun whirld me from hir vheell :

Rank and renoun in lytill roum sho ranged,
And Lady Lucrece in a Cressede changed.

1. The Cherrie and the Slae
2. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
3. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
5. Sonnet 9. In Praise of M. J. M., Chanceller

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