From London — to W. Murray
Belovit brother I commend me to you,
Pleis you resaiv this lytil pretie ring
With all the rest of goodnes I may do you,
Whan I may vaik fra service of the King.
Sen for your saik I keepit sik a thing
I mene the pece of lether from your spur
If I foryet, in hemp, god nor ye hing!
Uncourtesie comes alwayis of a cur.
But ye sall find me byding lyk a bur,
Whilk 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 yit and sal be so
Kynd to my freind, but fremmit to my fo.
Pleis you resaiv this lytil pretie ring
With all the rest of goodnes I may do you,
Whan I may vaik fra service of the King.
Sen for your saik I keepit sik a thing
I mene the pece of lether from your spur
If I foryet, in hemp, god nor ye hing!
Uncourtesie comes alwayis of a cur.
But ye sall find me byding lyk a bur,
Whilk 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 yit and sal be so
Kynd to my freind, but fremmit to my fo.
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