NICHOLAS GRIMALD

Or I my love let slip out of mine entire heart,

So deep reposed in my breast is she for her desart !

For many blessed gifts, O happy, happy land !

Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most

to stand !

Yet, land, more is thy bliss that, in this cruel age, A Venus' imp thou hast brought forth, so steadfast and

so sage.

Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make, And to the Graces Three a fourth, her would Apollo take. Let some for honour hunt, and hoard the massy gold: With her so I may live and die, my weal cannot be told.

��ALEXANDER SCOTT

1520 '-158-

43. sl Bequest of His Heart

LJENCE, heart, with her that must depart,

• And hald thee with thy soverane !

For I had liever want ane heart.

Nor have the heart that dois me pain.

Therefore, go, with thy luve remain, And let me leif thus unmolest ;

And see that thou come not again, But bide with her thou luvis best.

Sen she that I have servit lang

Is to depart so suddenly, Address thee now, for thou sail gang

And bear thy lady company.

43. hald] keep. sen] since.

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