On the Folye of Grefe

This I propone in my carping,
All myne alone, this I propone;
Makand my mone to hevyn's king;
This I propone in my carping.

Welcum be weird, as ever God will,
Quhill I be beyrd, welcum be weird;
Into this eird ay to fulfill;
Welcum be weird, as ever God will.

I sall wey bayth in ane ballance,
Wynning and skayth, I sall wey bayth;
For God will grayth his purviance;
I sall wey bayth in ane ballance.

Eis, or diseis, as God will send,
Alyke sall pleis, eis or diseis;
Ay till obeyse quhill lyfe mak end;
Eis or diseis, as God will send.

Quhat mendis it a man to murne?
In syte to sit, quhat mendis it?
For er men wit this warld will turne.
Quhat mendis it a man to murne?
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