Sonnet 14. To His Majestie, for His Pensioun. I Help, Prince, to vhom, on vhom not I complene, Bot on, not to fals fortun, ay my fo ; Quha but, not by a resone, reft me fro ; Quho did, not does, jit suld my self sustene. Of crymis, not cairs, since I haif kept me clene, I thole, not thanks thame, Sir, vho servd me so ; Quha heght, not held to me, and mony mo, To help, not hurt, bot hes not byding bene : Sen will, not wit, to lait vhilk I lament, Of sight, not service, shed me from jour grace. With, not without jour warrand, jit I went ; In wryt, not words ; the papers ar in place : Sen chance, not change, hes put me to this pane, Let richt, not reif, my pensioun bring agane. * |
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