Thow hie renown of Martis chevalry,

Quhilk gladis euery gentill wight to heir,

Gif thou mycht Mars and Hercules deify,

Quharfor beyn nobillys to follow prowes swer?

Weill auchtin eldris exemplis ws to steir5

Tyll hie curage, all honour till ensew:

Quhen we consider quhat wirschip tharof grew,

All vyce detest, and vertu lat ws leyr.

Prowes, but vyce, is provit lefull thyng

By haly scriptur into syndry place,10

Be Machabeus, Josue, Dauid kyng,

Mychael, and eyk hys angellys full of grace,

That can the dragon furth of hevynnys chace

With vailȝeand dyntis of ferm myndis contrar:

Nane other strokis nor wapynnys had thai thar,15

Nother speir, buge, pol ax, swerd, knyfe, nor mace.

In takynnyng that in chevalry or fyght

Our myndis suld haue just ententioun,

The grond of batale fundyt apon rycht;

Not for thou lyst to mak discentioun,20

To seik occasyons of contentioun,

Bot rype thy querrell, and discus it plane:

Wrangis to reddres suld wer be vndertane,

For na conquest, reif, skat, nor pensioun.

To speke of moral vertuus hardyment,5

Or rather of dyvyne, is myne entent;

For warldly strenth is febill and impotent

In Goddis sight, and insufficient.

The Psalmyst says, that God is not content

In mannys stalwart lymmys nor strenth of cors,10

Bot into thame that trastis in hys fors,

Askand mercy, and dredand jugement.

Strang fortitud, quhilk hardyment cleip we,

Abuf the quhilk the vertu souerane

Accordyng pryncis, hecht magnanymyte,15

Is a bonte set betwix vicis twane:

Of quham fuyl hardynes clepit is the tane,

That vndertakis all perrellis but avice;

The tother is namyt schamefull cowardyce,

Voyd of curage, and dolf as ony stane.20

The first is hardy all owt by mesur,

Of tyme nor rayson gevis he na cuyr,

No dowt he castis, bot all thinkis suyr,

Nocht may he suffir, nor hys hait endur:

The tother is of all prowes sa puyr,25

That evir he standis in feir and felloun dreid,

And nevir dar vndertak a douchty deid,

Bot doith all curage and all manheid smuyr.

The first soundis towart vertu sum deill,

Hardy he is, couth he be avyse;

Of hardyment the tother has na feill:5

Quhou may curage and cowardys agre?

Of fortitud to compt ȝou euery gre,

As Arestotill in hys Ethikis doith expres,

It wald, as now, conteyn our lang proces;

Quharfor of other chevalry carp will we.10

Gyf Crystis faithfull knychtis lyst ws be,

So as we aucht, and promyst hes at font,

Than mon we byde baldly, and neuer fle,

Nowder be abasyt, tepyt, nor ȝit blunt,

Nor as cowartis to eschew the first dunt.15

Pawle witnessith, that nane sall wyn the crown,

Bot he quhilk dewly makis hym reddy bown

To stand wightly, and feght in the forfront.

And quha that sall nocht wyn the crown of meid,

That is to say, the euerlestand blys,20

The fyre eternall neidlyngis most thai dreid:

For Cryst into his gospell says, I wys,

Quha bydis nocht with me contrar me is:

And gif thou be aganyst God, but weir

Than art thou wageour onto Lucifer.25

God salf ws all from sik a fyre as this!

The armour of our chevalry, perfay,

So the Apostyll techis ws expres,

Not corporall bot sperituall beyn thai,

Our conquyst haill, our vassellage and prowes,

Aganyft spretis and pryncis of myrknes;5

Not agane man, owr awyn brother and mait,

Nor ȝit aganyst our maker to debait,

As rabell tyll all vertu and gudnes.

The flesch debatis aganys the spiritual gost,

Hys hie curage with sensual lust to law,10

And, be the body victor, baith ar lost;

The spreit wald vp, the cors ay down list draw:

Thy secund fa the warld, ane other thraw,

Makis strang assaltis of covatys and estait,

Aganyst quham is full perrellus debait;15

Thir fays famyliar beyn full quaynt to knaw.

Lyff in thy flesch as master of thy corps,

Lyf in this warld as nocht ay to remane;

Resist the fendis slycht with all thy fors,

He is thy ancyent ennemy, werst of ane;20

A thousand wylys he hes, and mony a trane,

He kendillis oft thy flesch in byrnand heit,

He causys wrachit plesans seym full sweit,

And, for nocht, of this fals warld makis the fane.

He is thy fa and aduersar principall,25

Of promyssioun wald the expell the land,

For he the sammyn lost, and caucht a fall;

Enfors the strangly contrar hym to stand.

Rays hie the targe of faith vp in thy hand,

On hed the halsum helm of hoip onlace,

In cheryte thy body all embrace,5

And of devoit oryson mak thy brand.

Stand at defens, and schrynk not for a schore:

Thynk on the haly marthyris at ar went,

Thynk on the payn of hell, and endles glore,

Thynk quhou thy Lord for the on rude was rent,10

Thynk, and thou fle fra hym, than art thou schent,

Thynk all thou sufferis ontyll hys paynis nocht is,

Thynk with quhou precyus pryce as thy sawll bocht is,

And ay the moder of grace in mynd enprent.

Feill beyn thy fays, fers, and full of slycht,15

Bot be thou stalwart campioun and knycht;

In feild of grace with forsaid armour brycht

Thou may debait thame lyghtly in ilk fyght:

For of fre will thyne acton is sa wight

Nane may it pers, wilt thou resist and stand;20

Becum thow cowart, crawdoun recryand,

And by consent cry cok, thy ded is dycht.

Thynk quhou that fa is waik and impotent,

May venquys nane bot thame lyst be ourcum;

He sal the nevir ourset, but thy consent.25

Eith is defens to say nay, or be dum;

And for thy weill, lo, thys is all and sum:

Consent nevir, and thou sall nevir be lost,

By disassent thou may venquys ane ost,

And, for anys ȝa, tyne thy meid euery crum.

Na wondir is; for by exempill we se,5

Quha servys hys souerane intill all degre

Full mony days, and eftir syne gif he

Commyttis anys trayson, suld he nocht de,

Les than hys prynce, of gret humanyte,

Pardoun hys falt for hys lang trew seruys,10

Gyf he wald mercy craif? The sammyn wys

We beyn forgevyn, so that repent will we.

Bot quhat avalys begyn a strang melle,

Syne ȝeld the to thy fa, but ony quhy,

Or cowartly to tak the bak and fle?15

Na; thar sall nane optene hie victory,

Les thai sustene the bargane dowchtely;

And quha so perseueris to the end

Ane conquerour and campioun euir is kend,

With palm of triumphe, honour, and glory.20

The maist onsilly kynd of fortoun is

To haue beyn happy; Boetius techis so;

As, to haue beyn in welth and hartis blys,

And now tobe dekeit and in wo:

Richt so, quha vertuus was, and fallys tharfro. 25

Of verray rayson malewrus hait is he;

And ȝit, by grace and hys fre volunte,

He may recovir meryt agane alsso.

I say, be grace; for quhen thou art in grace,

Thou may eik grace to grace, ay mor and mor;

Bot quhen thou fallys be syn tharfra, allace!5

Of thy meryte thou gettis hyr nevirmor:

Ȝit quhen thou dewly disponys the tharfor,

Doand all that in the thar may be done,

Of hys gudnes the etern Lord alssone

Restorys the meryt, with grace in arlys of glore.10

Haill thy meryt thou had tofor thy fall,

That is to say, thy warkis meritabill,

Restorit ar agane baith gret and small,

And grace tharto, quhilk is sa profitabill

That thou tharby to eik meryt art habill;15

Bot nocht ilk gre of grace thou had befor;

That gettis thou not sa soyn, quhill forthyrmor:

Be war tharfor, fall not, bot standis stabill.

For lyke as quha offendit had hys lord,

That lang tofor hys trew servand had bene,20

And syne agane becumis at ane accord

With hys master, all thocht hys lord wald meyn

On hys ald seruyce, ȝit netheles, I weyn,

He sall nocht soyn be tendir, as he was ayr:

Be war tharwith, and kepe ȝou fra the snair,25

Tyne nocht ȝour laubour and ȝour thank betweyn.

Exempill takis of this prynce Ene,

That, for hys fatale cuntre of behest,

Sa feill dangeris sustenyt on land and see,

Syk stryfe in stour sa oft with speir in rest,

Quhill he hys realm conquest bath west and est:5

Sen all this dyd he for a temporall ryng,

Pres ws to wyn the kynryk ay lestyng,

Addres ws fast fortill opteyn that fest.

He may be callyt, as says sanct Augustyn,

Ane delicat, owr esy, crystyn knycht,10

Refusys to thoill traval, sturt, or pyne,

And but debait wenys till optene the fyght.

To wyn the feild, and nevir preif thy mycht,

That war nyce thyng: thy kyng Cryste in batell

Quhat sufferit he for the, O catyve wight!15

Lyis thou at eys, thy prynce in bargane fell?

Aschamys of our sleutht and cowardyce!

Seand thir gentyles and the paganys ald

Ensew vertu, and eschew euery vyce,

And for sa schort renown warryn so bald20

To susteyn weir and panys teyr ontald;

Than lat ws stryve that realm forto posseid,

The quhilk was hecht till Abraham and hys seyd:

Lord, at ws wrocht and bocht, grant ws that hald!