Sir David Lindesay of the Mount,
Lord Lion King-at-arms!
[THE DREME.]
Epistil to the Kingis Grace.
Rycht potent Prince, of hie Imperial blude,
Unto thy Grace I traist it be weill knawin
My servyce done unto your Celsitude,
Quhilk nedis nocht at length for to be schawin;
And thocht[13] my youtheid now be neir ouer-blawin,