But gleg as light are lovers' e'en, nimble, eyes
When kind love is in the e'e.
It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learnèd clerks;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her e'e.
POORTITH CAULD
O poortith cauld, and restless love, cold poverty
Ye wreck my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,