Thy moisture and thy heit in cald and dry;

Thyne insolence, thy play and wantones

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To greit diseis: thy pomp and thy riches

In mortall neid; and greit penuritie

Thow suffer sall, and as ane beggar die.'

O cruel Saturn, fraward and angry,

Hard is thy dome, and to malicious!

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On fair Cresseid quhy hes thow na mercy,