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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