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Unthrift, sweirnes, falset, povertie, and stryfe
Pat polacey in dainger of hir lyfe.

David Lyndsay

Quhowbeit that divers devote cunnyng Clerkis
In Latyne toung hes wryttin syndrie bukis,
Our unlernit knawis lytill of thare werkis,
More than thay do the rauyng of the Rukis.
Quharefore to Colyearis, Cairtaris, & to Cukis,
To Jok and Thome, my Ryme sall be diractit,
With cunnyng men quhowbeit it wylbe lactit.

David Lyndsay

Quhen the Sonne is at the hycht,
Att nonne quhen it doith schyne most brycht,
The schaddow of that hydduous strength
Sax myle and more it is of lenth.
Thus maye ye Juge, in to your thocht,
Gyfe Babilone be heych, or nocht.

David Lyndsay

That nicht he sleipit never ane wink,
Bot still did on the Ladie think.

David Lyndsay

David Lyndsay

David Lyndsay

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Born: 1490

Died: April 18, 1554 (aged 64)

Bio: Sir David Lyndsay of the Mount was a Scottish herald who gained the highest heraldic office of Lyon King of Arms. He remains a well regarded poet whose works reflect the spirit of the Renaissance, specifically as a makar.

Known for:

A Voyage to Arcturus
The Haunted Woman
Devil's Tor

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