Sonnet 9. In Praise of M. J. M., Chanceller Of Mars, Minerva, Mercure, and the Musis, The curage, cunning, eloquence, and vain Maks maikles Maitland mirrour to remane, As instrument vhilk these for honour vsis, Quhais fourfald force with furie him infusis In battells, counsels, orisones, and brain. It neids no proofe ; experience is plane ; A cunning king a cunning chanceller chuisis. Quhat happines the hevins on him bestoues Hes trimlie at this trublous tyme bene tryde. Thoght worthynes of wreches be invyde, Jit wonted verteu ay the grener grouis. Then, lyk his name, the gods for armis him giv[es] Suord, pen, and wings, in croun of laurel lei[ves.] |
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