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Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 55. On his Maistres. II

Hir brouis, tuo bouis of ebane ever bent ;
Hir amorous ees the awfull arrouis ar ;
The archer, Love, vho shoots so sharpe and far ;
My breist, the butt vhairat hir shots ar sent ;

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   
My lyf, the wageour, if I win the war ;
My patience pleids my proces at the bar ;
My bluid, the long expensis I haif spent ;

My secrete sighis, solisters for my sute ;
My trinkling teirs, the presents I propyne;
My constancie, hir councellours to enclyne :
Bot rigour ryvis the hairt out by the root.

Hope heghts me help, bot feir finds no refuge :
My pairties ar my javellour and my judge.

Alexander Montgomerie

Alexander Montgomerie's other poems:
  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 19. To the Lords of the Session. II

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