ADVYCE TO LESOM MIRRINESS.

Quhen I haive done considderThis warldis vanitie,So brukill and sa slidder[1210],Sa full of miserie;Then I remember meThat heir thair is no rest;Thairfoir appeirantlieTo be mirrie is best.Let us be blyth and glaid,My freindis all, I pray.To be pensive and sadNa-thing it help us may.Thairfoir put quyt awayAll heviness of thocht:Thocht we murne nicht and dayIt will availl us nocht.It will not be our sorrowThat will stoip Godis hand,To strik baith evin and morrowBaith on the sie and land.Sen nane may it gainestand[1211]Let us be all contentTo underly the wandOf Godis punischment.Quhat God pleasis to doAccept it thankfullie;Quhat paine he puttis us toReceive it pacientlie.And give[1212]that we wald beReleveit of our paine,For sin ask God mercie,Offend Him nocht againe.Give we will mak murning,Sould be for our offence,And not that God dois bringOn us for violence,For ane dyveris pretence;For some He will puneisTo proive thair patience,And som for thair great miss[1213].Sen first the warld beganThair hes bein trubill ayFor punischment of men,And sall quhill domisday.And sen we may not stayQuhat God pleis do us till,Quhat He will on us layReceive it with guid will.For God will lay som scurgeQuhill that the warld tak end;Fra sin the warld to purgeWill ay som plaigis send.Bot quha will lyfe amend,And preis[1214]to sin no moir,Then God will him defendFra everlasting cair.Yet plainelie I concluide,Into all wardlienessNathing for man sa guideAs lesome[1215]mirrines;For thair is na richesSa lang his lyfe can lenthe,Conserve him fra seiknes,And keip him in his strenthe.Thairfoir with trew intentLet us at God ask graceOur sines to repentQuhill we haive tyme and space;Syne bring us to that placeQuhair joy is evermoir,And sie God face to faceIn His eternall gloir.

Quhen I haive done considderThis warldis vanitie,So brukill and sa slidder[1210],Sa full of miserie;Then I remember meThat heir thair is no rest;Thairfoir appeirantlieTo be mirrie is best.

Quhen I haive done considder

This warldis vanitie,

So brukill and sa slidder[1210],

Sa full of miserie;

Then I remember me

That heir thair is no rest;

Thairfoir appeirantlie

To be mirrie is best.

Let us be blyth and glaid,My freindis all, I pray.To be pensive and sadNa-thing it help us may.Thairfoir put quyt awayAll heviness of thocht:Thocht we murne nicht and dayIt will availl us nocht.

Let us be blyth and glaid,

My freindis all, I pray.

To be pensive and sad

Na-thing it help us may.

Thairfoir put quyt away

All heviness of thocht:

Thocht we murne nicht and day

It will availl us nocht.

It will not be our sorrowThat will stoip Godis hand,To strik baith evin and morrowBaith on the sie and land.Sen nane may it gainestand[1211]Let us be all contentTo underly the wandOf Godis punischment.

It will not be our sorrow

That will stoip Godis hand,

To strik baith evin and morrow

Baith on the sie and land.

Sen nane may it gainestand[1211]

Let us be all content

To underly the wand

Of Godis punischment.

Quhat God pleasis to doAccept it thankfullie;Quhat paine he puttis us toReceive it pacientlie.And give[1212]that we wald beReleveit of our paine,For sin ask God mercie,Offend Him nocht againe.

Quhat God pleasis to do

Accept it thankfullie;

Quhat paine he puttis us to

Receive it pacientlie.

And give[1212]that we wald be

Releveit of our paine,

For sin ask God mercie,

Offend Him nocht againe.

Give we will mak murning,Sould be for our offence,And not that God dois bringOn us for violence,For ane dyveris pretence;For some He will puneisTo proive thair patience,And som for thair great miss[1213].

Give we will mak murning,

Sould be for our offence,

And not that God dois bring

On us for violence,

For ane dyveris pretence;

For some He will puneis

To proive thair patience,

And som for thair great miss[1213].

Sen first the warld beganThair hes bein trubill ayFor punischment of men,And sall quhill domisday.And sen we may not stayQuhat God pleis do us till,Quhat He will on us layReceive it with guid will.

Sen first the warld began

Thair hes bein trubill ay

For punischment of men,

And sall quhill domisday.

And sen we may not stay

Quhat God pleis do us till,

Quhat He will on us lay

Receive it with guid will.

For God will lay som scurgeQuhill that the warld tak end;Fra sin the warld to purgeWill ay som plaigis send.Bot quha will lyfe amend,And preis[1214]to sin no moir,Then God will him defendFra everlasting cair.

For God will lay som scurge

Quhill that the warld tak end;

Fra sin the warld to purge

Will ay som plaigis send.

Bot quha will lyfe amend,

And preis[1214]to sin no moir,

Then God will him defend

Fra everlasting cair.

Yet plainelie I concluide,Into all wardlienessNathing for man sa guideAs lesome[1215]mirrines;For thair is na richesSa lang his lyfe can lenthe,Conserve him fra seiknes,And keip him in his strenthe.

Yet plainelie I concluide,

Into all wardlieness

Nathing for man sa guide

As lesome[1215]mirrines;

For thair is na riches

Sa lang his lyfe can lenthe,

Conserve him fra seiknes,

And keip him in his strenthe.

Thairfoir with trew intentLet us at God ask graceOur sines to repentQuhill we haive tyme and space;Syne bring us to that placeQuhair joy is evermoir,And sie God face to faceIn His eternall gloir.

Thairfoir with trew intent

Let us at God ask grace

Our sines to repent

Quhill we haive tyme and space;

Syne bring us to that place

Quhair joy is evermoir,

And sie God face to face

In His eternall gloir.

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