Lo thus, followand the flowr of poetry,

The batellys and the man translait haue I:

Quhilk ȝoir ago in myne ondantit ȝouth,

Onfructuus idylnes fleand, as I couth,

Of Lundeys Lufe the Remeid dyd translait;

And syne of hie Honour the Palyce wrait;

Quhen paill Aurora, with face lamentabill,

Hir russet mantill bordowrit all with sabill, &c.

The Gaw onbrokkyn mydlyt with the Wyne,

The Dow jonyt with the Glas richt in a lyne:

Quha knawys nocht the Translatouris naym,

Seik na forthar, for lo, with litill pyne

Spy leill this vers; men clepys hym swa at haym.

Quod the compilar G. D.