II.
This riche Revit dovn ran, but reſting or ruf,
Throwe ane foreſt on fold, that farly was fait ;
All the brayis of the brym bair branchis abuf,
And birdis blytheft of ble, on blotlomes bair;
The land lowne was and le, with lyking and luf,
And for to lende by that laike, thocht me levar,
Becaus that thir hartes in heirdis couth huf,
Pranſand and prunzeand, be pair and be pair :
Thus fat in ſolace, ſekerly and ſure,
Content of the fair firth,
Mekle mair of the mirth,
Als blyth of the birth That the ground bure.
III.
The birth that the ground bure was browdin on breidis,
With gits gaye as the gold, and granes of grace,
Mendis and medicyne for mennis all neidis ;
Belpe to hert, and to hurt, heilfull it was.
Undir the Cirkill ſolar thir fauorus leidis
War nurilt be dame Natur, that noble maltres ;
Bot all thar names to nevyn as now, it nocht neid is,
Jt war prolirt and lang, and lenthing of ſpace,
And I haue mekle matit in metir to glos,
Di ane nothit ſentence
and waike is my eloquence ;
Tharfor in hailt will 3 hens
To the purpos.
