For they ar sad as widdercock in wind.
Becaus I knaw the greit unstabilnes
Brukkil as glas, into my-self I say,
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Traisting in uther als greit unfaithfulnes,
Als unconstant, and als untrew of fay.
Thocht sum be trew, I wait richt few ar thay.
Quha findis treuth, lat him his lady ruse;
Nane but my-self, as now, I will accuse.'
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