Sowpit in syte, I say with sair siching—
Lugeit amang the lipper-leid—"Alas!"
O ladyis fair of Troy and Grece, attend
My misery, quhilk nane may comprehend,
My frivoll fortoun, my infelicitie,
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My greit mischief, quhilk na man can amend.
Be war in tyme, approchis neir the end,
And in your mynd ane mirrour mak of me.
As I am now, peradventure that ye,