The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
And therewith kest I doun myn eye ageyne,Quhare as I sawe, walking under the tour,Full secretly new cummyn hir to pleyne,The fairest or the freschest yonge floureThat ever I sawe, me thoght, before that houre,For quhich sodayn abate anon astertThe blude of all my body to my hert.James I Of Scotland
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.James I Of Scotland
The cristall water ran so clere and cold,That in myn ere maid contynualyA maner soun, mellit with armony,That full of lytill fischis by the brymNow here now there with bakkis blewe as ledeLap and playit, and in a rout can swymSo prattily, and dressit tham to spredeThair curall fynnis as the ruby rede,That in the sonne on thair scalis bryghtAs gesserant ay glitterit in my sight.James I Of Scotland
Since word is thrall, and thought is free, Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee.James I Of Scotland