[101] Sir Gilbert Hay, Merser, and two Rowles, one of Aberdeen and one of Corstorphine, are mentioned in Dunbar’s “Lament for the Makaris.” Henryson and Sir Richard Holland, the author of “The Houlate,” are well known. Sir John Rowle’s “Cursing vpon the Steilaris of his fowlis” is preserved in the Bannatyne MS.
[108] A chaplain at court, and reputed author of the “Complaynt of Scotland,” Inglis was made abbot of Culross by James V. He was murdered by the baron of Tullialan a few months after this mention of him.
[109] A considerable number of poems bearing the colophon “quod Stewart” are preserved by Bannatyne, but nothing is known of their separate authorship.
[123] country lasses who keep kine and ewes.
Adew, Edinburgh! thou heych tryumphant toun, Within quhose boundis rycht blythfull have I bene, Of trew merchandis the rute of this regioun, Most reddy to resave Court, King, and Quene! Thy polecye and justice may be sene. War devotioun, wysedome, and honestie, And credence, tynt[124], thay mycht be found in thee.
Adew, fair Snawdoun[125]! with thy touris hie, Thy Chapell Royall, park, and tabyll rounde![126] May, June, and July walde I dwell in thee, War I one man, to heir the birdis sounde Quhilk doith agane thy royall roche redounde. Adew, Lythquo[127]! quhose Palyce of plesance Mycht be one patrone[128] in Portingall or France!
Fair-weill, Falkland! the fortrace of Fyfe, Thy polyte park, under the Lowmound Law! Sum-tyme in thee I led ane lustye[129] lyfe, The fallow deir, to see thame raik on raw[130]. Court men to cum to thee, thay stand gret awe, Sayand thy burgh bene of all burrowis baill[131], Because in thee thay never gat gude aill.
[126] The curious earthworks about which the sports of the Knights of the Round Table took place are still to be seen under the Castle-hill at Stirling.
THE COMMONYNG BETUIX THE PAPYNGO AND HIR HOLYE EXECUTOURIS.
The Pye persavit the Papyngo in paine, He lychtit doun, and fenyeit him to greit[132]: “Sister,” said he, “alace! quho hes yow slane? I pray yow, mak provisione for your spreit, Dispone your geir[133], and yow confes compleit. I have power, be your contritioun, Of all your mys[134] to geve yow full remissioun.
“I am,” said he, “one Channoun regulare, And of my brether Pryour principall: My quhyte rocket my clene lyfe doith declare; The blak bene of the deith memoriall: Quharefor I thynk your gudis naturall Sulde be submyttit hole into my cure; Ye know I am ane holye creature.”
