But ay it greue as neare it dreue—
His herte bete wondir sayre!
The sonne, the mone, and sternis war gaine,
He thocht of them ne mayre,
Quhan he behelde ane jollye preste
Cumyng swyggyng throu the ayre.
The katt scho helde him by the luggis
Atour the ausum hole,
And och the drede that he wase in
Wase mayre than man colde thole;