Quhill it may breik the boundis.
My hew so furth schew so
The dolour of my woundis.
With deidlie visage, paill and wan,
Mair like ane atomie[1420] nor man,
I widderit[1421] cleine away.
As wax befoir the fyre, I felt
My hart within my bosome melt
And pece and pece decay.
My vaines with brangling[1422] like to brek—