Sonnet 22. To His Aduersars Lauyers Presume not, Prestone, Stirling is no strenth ; Suppose je come to cleik auay my King, Beleiv me baith, je sail be lost at lenth ; Assure jour selfis, and think nane other thing. Byde je the brash, vhill I my battrie bring. For all jour Craig, vharin je so confyde, Experience will play jou sik a spring. Sail pluk jour pennis, and pacifie jour pryde. I sail beseige jou sa on euirie syde, Jour baggage, buluarks, sail not be na buit ; Je sail not haif ane hoill jour heids to hyde, Fra tym je caus my cannoun royal shuit. Haif at jour rocks and ramparts with a rattill ; Sho shuits so Sharpe, je dou not byde a brattill. |
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