Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 54. On his Maistres. I

Vhat subject, sacred Sisters, sall I sing?
Vhase praise, Apollo, sal my pen proclame ?
Vhat nymph, Minerva, sall thy novice [name?]
The bravest blossome beutie can outbring,

On staitly stalk new sprouting, furth [sall spring.]
Hou sall I sound the fanphar of hir fame,
Vhais angels ees micht mak the sun thin[k shame,]
As half eclipsed, in the heuins to hing !

Bot hola, Muse ! thou mints at such a ma[rk,]
Vhais merit far excedes thy slender skill ;
Jit, if hir grace, for weill, accept gude [will,]
Then war thou weil reuardit for thy wark :

Bot since to mount thy maistres the commands,
With hope, once hazard for to kis hir hands.

1. The Cherrie and the Slae
2. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
3. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
5. Sonnet 24. Of M. J. Sharpe. II

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