In deid that ze suld not susteind,
He thunderit threitnings to the air,
To terrifie zow mair and mair,
And rug[423] zow back that ze micht rew;[424]
For he knew perseueird ze thair,
Ze wer bot schipwrak but reskew.[425]
Than all this land thow may lament,
That thow lacks sic ane Instrument,
Till sum not plesand, zit, sa plane,
That all the godly was content.