Sonnet 10. In Praise of the Kings Vranie. I Bellonas sone, of Mars the chosen chyld, Minervas wit, and Mercuris goldin tung, Apollos light, that ignorance exyld, From Jove ingendrit, and from Pallas sprung, Thy Vranie, O second Psalmist ! sung *, Triumphis ouer death, in register of fame ; Quharfor thy trophee trimlie sail be hung With laurell grene, eternizing thy name. Bot euen as Phœbus shyning does ashame Diana with hir boroude beimis and blind ; So vhen I preis thy praysis to proclame, Thy weghtie words maks myne appeir bot wind. Jit, worthy Prince ! thou wald tak in gude pairt My will for weill ; I want bot only arte. |
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