Let him whois hapeles state: is as it aye hes beine
And hes bene euer as it is: ane caue caires to conteine
Still strampld doune with sturte: let him the weird's Imploir
That they may fill his dayes with zeir's: nor zeer's with days no moir
I clame no right to Lyfe: tho' Lyfe acclame to me
The comfoirt that my Lyfe impoirt's: Is that it liue to dye
Zit by constran'te of Loue ill: my pennance sall furth proue
That tho' I doe not Loue to liue: zit doe I liue to Loue
Her with whom I'is be ay: in absence present bee
Quhois matchles nevir dying worth: I sall adoiring dye
Goe then zee pliders power: of never purchast peace
Resigne my Loue her awin disdaine: liue me with my disgrace
Tell to her secreete sight: since better could noucht bee
Lang haue I foughtin with my fate: and now am forcit to flee
Sall neuer Loue dissolue: the Lyfe that loue beganne
How Lang sall Langour be the lord: the louer be the man
The darkeest cloudes will cleir: ill storme will sumtyme ceas
And everie battell sumtyme hes: ane day perfixt for peace
But where Loue Lyis intrinch't: within a breist of feares
Na kynde of comfoirt claer's there croce: nor joy dryis vp there teer's
Reid thenn remorseles fair: quha knawes nor it may be
That pittie pittieles befoir prove pittiefull to me
My tempted hee attempt's: slow soiring out of sight
My mounting mynde clume did allace: but came not to the sicht
Thy face the field wheerein: my Loue and thy disdaine
Vnreconceild compeditouris: vowes euer to remayne
Sen so it is allace: giue her gudenicht and goe
Devoirc't from weell espousit to wrong: and interteinit with woe
Rit nether contrair cace: nor prosperous event's
Sall mak my pen Leive of to blote: the Lynnes of my Lament's
And for thy worth I vow: In forrand lands to fair
Thy [inter]dyti[d] pilgrime puire: for euer heir and thair
And as thow was that one: to quhome I faith profest
Looke in quhat corner of the eirth thy Loouer poore sall res[t]
There be assuir't sweet saull: sum sonnet salbe sung
And sowst with sorrow for thy saik: tald with a truthfull tung
Hade I als manie hearts: as my harte thouchts commands
And euerie harte of all these hearts: I sweere als manye hands
Eache hand sould hold a pen: to wryte thy worthie rair
As post's of thy eternal prais: to tell the world thour't fair
Let it suffice the pen: puire saull her sicht to flee
Since thow hes founde thy marterdome: remedyles to bee
Rest zee in thy vnrest: and murray be thow still
The maike where meneles miseries directes there endles ill
Giue her ane long gudenicht: and seeke vnto thy soir
Sum hermitadge where broken herts are heipit in stoir
And there releefles dead: vpgaue the ghoist and all
That woorthie fame may fetche of thee, a fate memoriall
That as thow Loueing Liued: her Louer poore and trew
Sua at thy Letter dying breathe: thow bade her last adew
Thus sall thy ending bee begging vnto her prais
Her prais whilk neuer sall haue end: sall end my wretchit dayes.
And hes bene euer as it is: ane caue caires to conteine
Still strampld doune with sturte: let him the weird's Imploir
That they may fill his dayes with zeir's: nor zeer's with days no moir
I clame no right to Lyfe: tho' Lyfe acclame to me
The comfoirt that my Lyfe impoirt's: Is that it liue to dye
Zit by constran'te of Loue ill: my pennance sall furth proue
That tho' I doe not Loue to liue: zit doe I liue to Loue
Her with whom I'is be ay: in absence present bee
Quhois matchles nevir dying worth: I sall adoiring dye
Goe then zee pliders power: of never purchast peace
Resigne my Loue her awin disdaine: liue me with my disgrace
Tell to her secreete sight: since better could noucht bee
Lang haue I foughtin with my fate: and now am forcit to flee
Sall neuer Loue dissolue: the Lyfe that loue beganne
How Lang sall Langour be the lord: the louer be the man
The darkeest cloudes will cleir: ill storme will sumtyme ceas
And everie battell sumtyme hes: ane day perfixt for peace
But where Loue Lyis intrinch't: within a breist of feares
Na kynde of comfoirt claer's there croce: nor joy dryis vp there teer's
Reid thenn remorseles fair: quha knawes nor it may be
That pittie pittieles befoir prove pittiefull to me
My tempted hee attempt's: slow soiring out of sight
My mounting mynde clume did allace: but came not to the sicht
Thy face the field wheerein: my Loue and thy disdaine
Vnreconceild compeditouris: vowes euer to remayne
Sen so it is allace: giue her gudenicht and goe
Devoirc't from weell espousit to wrong: and interteinit with woe
Rit nether contrair cace: nor prosperous event's
Sall mak my pen Leive of to blote: the Lynnes of my Lament's
And for thy worth I vow: In forrand lands to fair
Thy [inter]dyti[d] pilgrime puire: for euer heir and thair
And as thow was that one: to quhome I faith profest
Looke in quhat corner of the eirth thy Loouer poore sall res[t]
There be assuir't sweet saull: sum sonnet salbe sung
And sowst with sorrow for thy saik: tald with a truthfull tung
Hade I als manie hearts: as my harte thouchts commands
And euerie harte of all these hearts: I sweere als manye hands
Eache hand sould hold a pen: to wryte thy worthie rair
As post's of thy eternal prais: to tell the world thour't fair
Let it suffice the pen: puire saull her sicht to flee
Since thow hes founde thy marterdome: remedyles to bee
Rest zee in thy vnrest: and murray be thow still
The maike where meneles miseries directes there endles ill
Giue her ane long gudenicht: and seeke vnto thy soir
Sum hermitadge where broken herts are heipit in stoir
And there releefles dead: vpgaue the ghoist and all
That woorthie fame may fetche of thee, a fate memoriall
That as thow Loueing Liued: her Louer poore and trew
Sua at thy Letter dying breathe: thow bade her last adew
Thus sall thy ending bee begging vnto her prais
Her prais whilk neuer sall haue end: sall end my wretchit dayes.