Sonnet 65. From London to W. Murray Belouit brother, I commend me to jou. Pleis jou, resaiv this lytil pretie ring, With all the rest of goodnes I may do jou, Quhan I may vaik fra service of the king. Sen for jour saik I keepit sik a thing, I mene the pece of lether from jour spur, If I forjet — in hemp, God ! nor je hing ! — Vncourtessie comes aluayis of a cur. Bat je sall find me byding lyk a bur, Quhilk lichtlie will not leiv the grip it gettis; And am right dortie to come ouir the dur, For thame that by my kyndnes no-thing settis. Thus haif I bene as jit, and sal be so ; Kynd to my freind, bot fremmit to my fo. |
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