Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I

Quhare bene je, brave and pregnant sprits, becum ?
Quik vive inventionis, ar je worne auay ?
I am assuird by simpathie that sum
Wald never wish that cunning suld decay *.

If ony be, jour Lordships must be thay,
Whose spreits jour weeds of verteu hes you spun ;
Then mak the poet pensioner, I pray,
And byde be justice, as je haif begun.

Sen I haif richt, vhy suld I be ouirrun ?
Incurage me, and able I can carpe :
Hald evin the weyis ; the victory is wun,
As I confyde in King and solid Sharpe :

Quhom I culd len a lift, your Lordships knauis,
War they in love, as I am in the lauis.

1. The Cherrie and the Slae
2. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
3. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
4. Sonnet 71. Epitaph of the Maister of Work, [Sir Robert] Drummond of Carnok, [Khight]
5. Sonnet 24. Of M. J. Sharpe. II

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