In-to ane laikand boit[1170] nocht naillit fast,
To beir the saill nocht havand ane steife mast.
To tak ane mellein[1171] that grit lawbour requyris,
Syne wantis grayth[1172] for to manure the land;
Quhair seid wantis then men of teilling tyris;
Than cumis ane, findis it waist lyand,
Yokis his pleuch, teilleis[1173] at his awin hand.
Better had bene the first had never kend it[1174]
Nor thoill[1175] that schame. And sa my tale is endit.