Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 68. Ladyland to Eyech. Montg

Sir Icarus, jour sonet I haiv sene,
Nocht ignorant vhose bolt that bag come fro.
Je lent jour name to feght against jour frene,
Till one durst neuir avou him self my fo.

I mak a vou — and I heir ony mo
Such campillmuts, je better hold jou still.
Je crak so crouse, I ken, becaus je’r tuo ;
Bot I am dour, and dou not want my will.

Grou I campstarie, it may drau to ill ;
Thairfore it's good in tyme that we wer shed.
My Bee's aloft, and daggit full of skill :
It getts corne drink, sen Grissall toke the bed.

Come on, good gossopis ; let vs not discord ;
With Johne and George je must convoy my Lord.

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 29. To R. Hudsone. V

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