21. I Lament for the Makers THAT in heill was and gladnèss Timor Mortis conturbat me. Our plesance here is all vain glory, The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:-- The state of man does change and vary, No state in Erd here standis sicker; Timor Mortis conturbat me. Unto the Death gois all Estatis, He takis the knichtis in to the field Victor he is at all mellie : That strong unmerciful tyrand Timor Mortis conturbat me. He takis the campion in the stour, The lady in bour full of bewtie :— He spairis no lord for his piscence, His awful straik may no man flee:- Art-magicianis and astrologgis, In medecine the most practicianis, I see that makaris amang the lave Playis here their padyanis, syne gois to grave; Timor Mortis conturbat me. He has done petuously devour The noble Chaucer, of makaris flour, The Monk of Bury, and Gower, all three :- The good Sir Hew of Eglintoun, That scorpion fell has done infeck Holland and Barbour he has berevit ; Clerk of Tranent eke he has tane, He has Blind Harry and Sandy Traill He has reft Merseir his endite, He has tane Rowll of Aberdene, Timor Mortis conturbat me. anteris] adventures. fallowis] fellows. schour] shower. endite] inditing. 22. In Dunfermline he has tane Broun And he has now tane, last of a, Good Maister Walter Kennedy Sen he has all my brether tane, Since for the Death remeid is none, IN ANONYMOUS May in the Green-Wood N somer when the shawes be sheyne, Hit is full merry in feyre foreste To here the foulys song. 21. wichtis] wights, persons. man] must. disposition. 2246 22. sheyne] bright. C 15th Cent. dispone] make 33 To se the dere draw to the dale And shadow him in the leves grene Hit befell on Whitsontide Early in a May mornyng, And the briddis mery can syng. 'This is a mery mornyng,' said Litulle Johne, A more mery man than I am one 'Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,' 'And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme |