Of all your mys[134] to geve yow full remissioun.
“I am,” said he, “one Channoun regulare,
And of my brether Pryour principall:
My quhyte rocket my clene lyfe doith declare;
The blak bene of the deith memoriall:
Quharefor I thynk your gudis naturall
Sulde be submyttit hole into my cure;
Ye know I am ane holye creature.”
The Ravin come rolpand[135], quhen he hard the rair;
So did the Gled[136], with mony pieteous pew;