Within the laurell schrink,
Quhen from Apollo scho hir hid.[1451]
A thousand times I think
That trie then to me then,
As he his laurell thocht;
Aspyring but tyring[1452]
To get that fruit I socht.
To clime the craige it was na buit[1453]
Lat be to presse[1454] to pull the fruit
In top of all the trie.