His plesance her till him was bot a gest;
Throw thi fers courss, that has na hap to ho,
Him thow our threw out off his likand rest,95
Fra gret plesance, in wer, trawaill, and wo.
What is fortoune, quha dryffis the dett so fast?
We wait thar is bathe weill and wykit chance.
Bot this fals warld, with mony doubill cast,
In it is nocht bot werray wariance;100
It is nothing till hewynly gowernance.
Than pray we all to the Makar abow,