Freedom all solace to man gives: He lives at ease that freely lives.
John Barbour, The Bruce, Book I. 225.
A! fredome is a noble thing! Fredome mayss man to haiff liking, Fredome all solace to man giffis: He levys at ess that frely levys!John Barbour
Na thar may na man fyr sa covyr Than low or rek sall it discovyr.John Barbour
Luff is off sae mekill mycht, That it all paynis makis lycht.John Barbour
Men suld mak mirrie quhill thay mocht.John Barbour
Na he that ay has levyt fre May nocht knaw weill the propyrte The angyr na the wrechyt dome That is couplyt to foule thyrldome, Bot gyff he had assayit it. Than all perquer he suld it wyt, And suld think fredome mar to prys Than all the gold in warld that is.John Barbour
Luff is off sa mekill mycht, That it all paynys makis lych.John Barbour
Thai eyt it with full gud will That soucht na nother sals thar-till Bot appetyt.John Barbour
He maid thaim na gud fest perfay And nocht-forthi yneuch had thai.John Barbour
Scottish literature begins effectively with Archdeacon Barbour's Bruce some sixty years after Bannockburn , and to the Bruce and Blind Harry's Wallace (so staunch is the Scot, and such an antiquary in grain) must be attributed much of the colouring and subsequent tone of Scottish sentiment. The Bruce is the better poem, simple, truthful, noble, stirring, a proper start for the literature of a fighting people.John Barbour
The Bruce , with which the Scottish contribution to English literature begins, long held its place as the national epic of Scotland.John Barbour