My hairt, sen thow may nocht hir pleiss,
Adew! As gud lufe cumis as gaiss[1343].
Go chuse ane-vdir and foryet hir.
God gif him dolour and diseiss[1344]
That brekis thair hairt, and nocht the bettir.
Quod Scott quhen his Wyfe left him.
[LO, QUHAT IT IS TO LUFE.]
Lo, quhat it is to lufe,
Lerne, ye that list to prufe,