To The Same by Montgomerie

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TO THE SAME
The hevinly furie that inspyrd my spreit'

Quhen sacred beughis war wont my brouis to bind,

With frostis of fashrie frozen is that heet;

My garland grene is withrit with the wind.

Ye knau Occasio hes no hair behind;

The bravest spreits hes tryde it treu, I trou;

The long forspoken proverb true I find,

"No man is man," and man is no thing nou.

The cuccou flees befor the turtle dou;

The pratling pyet matchis with the Musis;

Pan with Apollo playis, I wot not hou;

The attircops Minervas office vsis.

These be the grievis that garris Montgomry grudge

That Mydas,not Mecenas, is our judge.



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strength for you,when you put them together,
when you open yourself to let each speak,
you will know something about the
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