The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. II

Quhou Dame Juno tyll Eolus’ cuntre went,And of the storm on the Troianys furth sent.And on this wys, wyth hart byrnyng as fyre,Musyng alone, full of malyce and ire,Tyll Eolus’ cuntre, that wyndy regioune,A brudy land of furyus stormy sowne,This Goddes went, quhar Eolus the kyng,In gowsty cavys, the wyndis lowde quhissilling,And braithly tempestis by hys power refrenys,In bandis hard schet in presoun constrenys;And thai, heirat havand full gret disdeyn,Quhill all the hill resoundis, quhryne and pleneAbout thar closouris brayng with mony a rare.Kyng Eolus set hie apon his chare,With ceptour in hand, thar muyd to meys and still,Temperis thar ire, les thai suld at thar willBeir with thar byr the skyis, and drive aboutErd, ayr and sey, quhen euer thame lest blaw out.Thus the hie fader almychty in cavis dyrkThir wyndis hyd, for dreid sik wrangis thai wyrk,And thar abuf set weghty hillys huge,Gave thame a kyng, quhilk, as thar lord and juge,At certane tyme thame stanching and withhald,And, at command also, mycht quhen he waldLat thame go fre at large to blaw out braid.To quham as than lawly thus Juno said;Eolus, a pepill onto me ennemy,Salis the sey Tuscane, cariand to ItalyThar venquyst hamehald goddis and Ilion;Bot, sen the fader of goddis euery oneAnd kyng of men gave the power, quod sche,To meys the flude, or rays with stormys hie,Infors thi wyndis, synk all thar schippis infeir,Or skattir widquhar into cuntreis seir,Warp all thar bodeis in the deip bedeyn.I haue, quod sche, lusty ladeis fourteyn,Of quhame the farest, clepit Diope,In ferm wedlok I sal coniune to theFor thi reward, that lilly quhite of swar,With the for to remane for euermar;Quhilk propir spous and eik thi lady myldSal mak the fader to mony fair child.Eolus answeris, O thou my lady queyn,Quhat thou desiris to the it doith perteynForto devys, and me behuffis thi commandObey; for thou the ceptour gevis me in handOf all this realme, quhat so it be, and oftJupiter with me consideris, and ful softCausis me feist amang the goddis at rest,And makis me master of wyndis and tempest.Be this was said, a grondyn dart leit he glide,And persit the bos hill at the braid syde;Furth at the ilke port wyndis brade in a rout,And with a quhirl blew all the erth about.Thai ombeset the seys bustuusly,Quhil fra the deip, til euery cost fast by,The huge wallis weltris apon hie,Rollit at anys with storm of wyndis thre,Eurus, Nothus, and the wynd Affricus,Quhilkis est, south, and west wyndis hait with ws.Sone efter this, of men the clamour rays,The takillis graslis, cabillis can fret and frays.Swith the clowdis, hevyn, son, and days lychtHyd, and byreft furth of the Troianys sycht;Dyrknes as nycht beset the seys about;The firmament gan rummylling rair and rout,The skyis oft lychtnyt with fyry levin,And schortly bath ayr, sey, and hevin,And euery thing mannasit the men to de,Schawand the ded present tofor thar E.

CAP. III

Quhou that Ene was with the tempest schaik,And quhou Neptune his navy salvyt fra wraik.Belive Eneas membris schuk for cald,And murnand baith his handis vp did haldTowart the sternys, with petuus voce thus gan say;O sevin tymys quhou happy and blissit war thai,Vnder hie wallis of Troy, by dynt of swerd,Deit in thar faderis syght, bytand the erd!O thou of Grekis maist forcy Diomed,Quhy mycht I not on feldis of Troy haue deit,And by thi rycht hand ȝaldin furth my sprete?Quhar that the valiant Hectour losit the sweteOn Achillis speir, and grisly Sarpedon,And ondyr the flude Symois mony oneWith schelde and helm stalwart bodeis lyis warpit.And al invane thus quhil Eneas carpit,A blastrand bub, out from the north brayng,Gan our the forschip in the bak saill dyng,And to the sternys vp the flude gan cast;The aris hechis, and the takillis brast;The schippis stevin frawart hyr went gan wryth,And turnyt hir braid syde to the wallis swyth.Heich as a hill the jaw of watir brak,And in ane hepe cam on thame with a swak.Sum hesit hoverand on the wallis hycht,And sum the swowchand sey so law gart lycht,Thame semyt the erd oppynnyt amyd the flude;The stour vp bullyrrit sand as it war wode.The sowth wynd Nothus thre schippis draif awayAmang blynd cragis, quhilk huge rolkis, thai say,Amyd the sey, Italianys altaris callis;And othir thre Eurus from the deip wallisCachit amang the schald bankis of sand:Dolorus to se thame chop on grond, and standLyke as a wall with sand warpit about!Ane othir, in quham salit the Lycianys stowt,Quhilum fallowis to kyng Pandor in weir,And Orontes Eneas’ fallow deir,Befor his eyn [hastelye] from the north wyndAne hydduus sey schippit at hir stern behynd,Smate furth the skippar clepit Lewcaspis,His hed doune warpit; and the schip with thisThrys thar the flude quhirlit about round,The sowkand swelth sank vnder sey and drond.On the huge deip quhoyn salaris dyd appeir;The Troianys’ armour, tabillis, and othir geirFlet on the wallis: and the strang barge thoBair Ilioneus, and scho that bair alsoForcy Achates, and scho that bair Abas,And scho quharin ancyant Alethes was,The storm ourset, raif rovis and syde semys;They all lekkit, the salt watir stremysFast bullerand in at euery ryft and boyr.In the meyn quhile, with mony rowt and royrThe sey thus trublit, and this tempest furth sentFelt Neptune, and his watir movit and schent,The deip furthȝet in schaldis heir and thair;Gretly commovit, out of the sey gan stair,His plesand hede rasit on the hyast wall,Lukand about, behaldis, the sey our all,Eneas navy skatterit fer ysundir;With fludis ourset the Troianys, and at vnderBy flaggis and rayn dyd from the hevyn discend:Junois dissate and ire full weill he kend.He callis till hym Eurus and Zephirus,Tha est and west wyndis, and said thame thus;Ar ȝe sa gretly assurit in ȝour hie kyn,Ȝe wyndis, quod he, but my leif durst begynBaith erd and ayr to move on this maneir,And eik the sey with sa stowt stormys steir?I sal ȝou chastys: bot me behuffis first meysThe motioune of fludis, and thame appes;Traist weill, onpunyst ȝe sal me not astart,On sik a wys gif ȝe falt efterwart.Withdraw ȝou hens, and to ȝour kyng say ȝe,He has na power nor autoriteOn seys, nor on the thre granyt ceptour wandQuhilk is by cut gevin me to beir in hand;Hald him on craggis and amang rochis hie,Thair is ȝour dwelling place, Eurus, quod he;Byd Eolus kepe him in that hald conding,Do cloys the presoun of wyndis, and tharon ryng.Thus said he, and with that word hastelyThe swelland seys has swagit, and fra the skyGaderit the clowdis and chasit sone away,Brocht hame the son agane and the brycht day.Hys douchter Cymothoe, and hys son TrytonEnforsis thame the Troianys schippis anoneTo rays and lift of the scharp rolkis blynd:The god hym self gan hesyng thame behyndWith his byg ceptour havand granys thre;Oppynnys schald sandis and temperis weill the see,Ourslidand lychtly the croppis of the wallis.And as ȝe se, as oft amangis commonys fallisStryfe and debait in thar wod fulych ire,Now fleys the stanys, and now the broyndis of fyre,Thar greif and fury mynysteris wapynnys plente:Bot than percace, gif thai behald or seSum man of gret autorite and efferis,Thai ces, and al stil standand gevis him eris;He wyth his wordis gan slaik thar mynd and swage.On the samyn wys fell all the seys rage.

CAP. IV

Quhou Eneas in Affrik dyd arryve,And thar with schote slew sevin hartis belyve.Eftyr that the fader of the fludys NeptuneHad on sik wys behaldyn the seys abone,Vndir the stabillit hevin movit in his chare,Slakking his renȝeis with prosper cours and fair,Eneas and his feris, on the strandWery and forwrocht, sped thame to the nerrest land,And at the cost of Lyby arryvit he.Ane havyn place with a lang hals or entreThar is, with ane ile enveronyt on athir part,To brek the wallis and storm of euery art;Within, the watir in a bosum gays.Baith heir and thair stant large craggis and brais.To se the hewis on athir hand is wondir,For hycht that semys pyngill with hevin; and vndir.In a braid sound sovir from all wyndis blawis,Flowis the schore deip, euer stabil but ony wawis.A wod abufe ourheldis with his rank bewis,And castis a plesand schaddow our the clewis.Rycht our forgane the forret of a bra,Vnder the hyngand rolkis, was alswaAne coif, and tharin fresch watir springand,And satis of stane neuer hewyn with manis handBot wrocht by natur, as it ane hows had beynFor nymphis, goddessis of fludis and woddis greyn.Perbrakit schippis but cabillis thar mycht ryde,Nane ankyr nedis mak thame arest nor byde.Of all his navy thidder Eneas brochtBot sevin schippis. With gret desyre and thochtTobe on grund Troianys sped thame to land,As thai desyrit set softly on the sand;Thare lethis and lymmys in salt watir bedyit,Strekit on the cost, spred furth, bekit and dryit.Bot first Achates slew fyre of the flyntKeppit in dry leiffis, as tunder, quhil thai brynt;Syne stikkis dry to kyndil thar about laid is,Quhil al in flambe the bles of fyre vp bradis.Than was the quhete with fludis chaffit and wet,And instrumentis to purge it, swith out set.For skant of vittal, the cornys in quernys of staneThai grand, and syne buke at the fyre ilkane.In the meyn quhile, Eneas the bank on hieHas clummyn, widequhar behaldand the large see,Gif ony schip tharon mycht be persavitQuhilk lait tofor the wyndis had bewavit,Or ony Troiane galay, bark or barge,Antheus, Capis, or Caicus stremeris largeWavand or schawand from thar top on hycht.Na schip he saw; bot sone he gat a syghtOf thre hartis waverand by the cost syde,Quham at the bak, throu out the gravis wide,The mekil herdis followit in a rowt,And pasturit all the large valle about.Tharat he styntis, and hynt his bow in hand;Swift fleand arowis fast by him had berandThe traist Achates: and first the ledaris thre,Quhilk on thar hedis bair the tyndis hie,Smertly he slew, syne all the rangald persewisWith grundyn arowis amang the thik wod bewis;And styntis not with dartis thame to beteQuhil he to grond had brocht sevin hartis grete,And with his schippis thar nowmyr equale maid.Syne to the havin sped him for out abaid,And thame distribut amangis his feris all.The wyne tharwith, in veschell gret and small,Quhilk til him gave Acestes, his ryall host,At his departing from Sycilly the cost,To thame he byrlis and skynkis fast but weir,And with sik wordis comfortis thar drery cheir:O ȝe my feris, and deir frendis, quod he,Of by went perrellis not ignorant bene we;Ȝe haue sustenyt grettar dangeris onkend,Lyke as heirof God sal mak sone ane end.The rage of Silla, that huge swelth in the see,Ȝe haue eschapit, and passit eik haue ȝheThe euer rowtand Charibdis rolkis fell,The craggis quhar monstruus Ciclopes dwellȜhe ar expert: pluk vp ȝour hartis, I ȝou pray,This dolorus dreid expell and do away;Sum tyme heiron to think may help perchance.By diuers cacis, seir perrellis and sufferance,Onto Itale we ettill, quhar destanyHas schape for ws, in rest and quiet, herbry.Predestinat is thar Troy sal rys agane;Beis stowt, on prosper forton to remane.Syk plesand wordis, carpand, he has furth brocht,Set his mynd trublit mony grewous thocht,With fenȝeit comfort by his cheyr outwartThe dolorus payn hyd deip gravyn in hart.Hys feris has this praye ressauyt raith,And to thar met addressis, it to graith;Hynt of the hydis, maid the bowkis bair,Rent furth the entralis, sum in tailȝeis schare,Syne brochit flykerand, sum gobbettis of lyreKest in caldronys, and othir sum bet the fyre,Thame to refresch: thus all, the cost on lenth,Sped thame with fude to recover thar strenth;On the greyn gers sat doune, and fillit thaim syneOf fat venyson and nobill auld wyne.Quhen hungir thus with metis was chasit away,And dischis drawin, than, with lang sermond, thaiBewalit thar feris lossit on the flude:Betwix gude hope and dreid in dowt thai stude,Quhidder thai war levand, or tholit extreme ded all;Thai answer nocht set thai oft pleyn and call.Bot principally, the pietefull EneasRegratis oft the hard fortoune and caceOf stern Orontes new drownyt in the sey,And now Amycus harm complenys he,Now hym alone the cruel fate of Lycus,Now strang Gyan, now stalwart Cloanthus.

CAP. V

Quhou Jove beheld the large costis on fer,And how Venus carpis with Jupiter.Gone was the day, and all thar lang sermoun,Quhen Jupiter, from his heich speir, adounBlent on the sailrife seys and erth tharby,With pepill dwellyng on costis fer syndry;Heich in the hevynnys top he baid hoverand,And of Lyby beheld graithly the land.Within his breist on diuers curis as he thusMusys and thynkis, ontill hym spak VenusAll dolorus, hir eyn full of brycht teris:O thow, quod sche, quhilk governys, rewlis and sterisBaith goddis and men be thyne etern empyre,And oft affrays with thundyr and wyldfyre,Quhou mycht myne Ene sa gretly the offend?Or quhat mycht Troianys trespas, quhilk now at endAr brocht and sufferit, sa feill corsis laid ded,Throu owt the warld debarrit in euery sted,And drevin from Itale? Thou hecht vmquhile, persay.Of thame suld cum, efter this mony a day,The worthy Romanys, and of Troianys ofspringPrincis of power our sey and land to ryng.Quhat wikkit counsale, fader, has turnyt thi thocht?Forsuyth, at Troys distructioune, as I mocht,I tuke comfort heirof, thinkand but baid,That hard wanwerd suld follow fortoun glaid.Bot ȝit the sammyn myschance persewis thame sayr,In syndry dangeris cachit heir and thair:Of thair travell quhat end grantis thou, gret kyng?Sen Anthenor mycht throu myd ostis thringOf Grekis, and pers the soundis Ilyria,And sovirly pas the strait regionys alswaOf Liburnanys, and our Tymavy the flude,Quharat nyne mouthis rynand as it war wode,The hillis resoundis, sa rudly doith it rowt,And like a sey bettis on the brays about;Thar netheles, of Padva the cite,A dwelling place for Troianys, biggit has he,And nemmyt the pepill efter hym, and full ȝor,The armys of Troy has set vp in memor:Bot we thi blude, thi kynrent and ofspring,To quham in hevin thou grantis a place to ryng,Schame forto say, all throw the feid of ane,Has lossit our schippis, and ar betrasit ilkane,And fer from Itale bene withhaldin eik;Is this reward ganand for thame ar meik?Is this the honour done to thame bene godlyke?Restoris thou ws on sik wys our kynryke?Smylyng sum deil, the fader of goddis and men,With that ilk sweit vissage, as we ken,That mesys tempestis and makis the hevynnys cleir,First kyssit his child, syne said on this maneir:Away sik dreid, Cytherea, be nocht efferd,For thi lynage onchangit remanys the werd.As thou desyris, the cite salt thou se,And of Lavyne the promyst wallis hie;Eik thou salt rays abuf the sterrit skyThe manfull Eneas, and hym deify.My sentence is nocht alterit, as thou trastis;Bot I sal schaw the, sen sik thochtis the thrastis,And heir declair of destaneis the secreit,Full mony ȝheris tofor thai be compleit.This Eneas, with hydwys bargannyng,In Itale frawart pepill sall doune thring;Syne efter statut lawis for tha men,And beld townys, and wal his citeis then.Quhen thre someris in Latium or Itail,And thre wynteris he rungyn has all haillFra tyme Rutilyanys bene subdewit in fecht,Than the ȝong child, quhilk now Ascanyvs hecht,And to surname clepit Iulus sans faill,For he in Ilion was of the blude ryale,Quhill that of Troy and Ilion stude the Ryng,Thretty lang twelfmonthis rolling our sal ryng,From Lavyne realm the seyt translat alswa,And forcely wall the cite lang Alba:Thar sal thre hundreth ȝeris togidder remaneThe ryng vnder the pepill Hectoriane,Quhil Ilya nun and dochter of a kyng,Consavit of Mars, twa twynnys do furth bring:Than with the glitterand wolf skyn our his aray,Cled in his nurys talbert glaid and gay,Romulus sal the pepill ressaue and weld,And he the mercial wallis of Rome sal beld,And efter his name cal the pepill Romanys.To thir folkis, quhou lang thar ryng remanys,Nowder term of space nor boundis of senȝeoryNane wil I set; for to thame grant haue IPerpetual empyre, but end to lest.Apirsmert Juno, that with gret onrestNow cummyrris erd, sey and ayr, quod he,Sal turn hir mynd bettir ways, and with meFostir the Romanys, lordis of al erdly geir,And Latyne pepill kepe bath in payce and weir.This is determyt, this lykis the goddis, I wys.Eftir mony lustris and ȝeris ourslydyn is,The tyme sal cum quhen Anchises ofspringThe realm of Phthia in bondage sal doune thring,And eik of Myce subdew the regioune large,And vndir thar lordschip dant al Grece and Arge.Cesar of nobill Troiane blude born salbe,Quhilk sal thempyre delait to the occiane see,And to the sternys vpspring sal the fameOf Julius, that takyn haith hys nameFrom Iulus, thi nevo, the gret kyng,As prince discend of his blude and ofspring;Quham, efter this, sovir of thyne entent,Chargit with the spulȝe of the orient,Amang the nowmyr of goddis ressaue thou sall,And as a god men sal him clep and call.The cruel tyme sone therefter sal ces,And weris stanche, al salbe rest and pes;Ancyant faith, and valiant knychthed,With chaste religioune, sal than the lawys led;The dreidful portis salbe schet, but faill,Of Janus tempill, the takynar of bataill;With hard irne bandis claspit fast in cage,Of wykkit bargane tharin the furyus rageSet apon grisly armour in his seyt,And with ane hundreth brasyn chenȝeis greteBehynd hys bak hard bund hys handis tway,The horribil tyrrant with bludy mouth sal bray.This beand said, Jupiter ful evynHys son Mercury send doune from the hevyn;So that of Cartage baith realm and new citeTo luge the Troianys suld all reddy be,Les than Dido, the destany mysknawand,Wald thame expell hyr boundis or hyr land.He with gret fard of weyngis flaw throu the sky,And to the cuntre of Liby come in hy:Thar dyd hys charge; and the folkis of CartageThar fers mudis and hartis gan asswageAt the plesour of the god, quhilk thame taucht.And, first of othir, the quene hir self has kauchtTowart the Troianys a ful frendly mynd,As on to thame tilbe bowsum and kynd.

CAP. VI

Ene, at morow rakand throu the schaw,Met with hys modir into habit onknaw.Bot al this nyght the reuthfull Eneas,That in his mynd gan mony thyng compas,Belive as that the hailsum day wolx lycht,Dressit him furth to spy and haue a sychtOf new placis; fortil sers and knaw,To quhatkyn costis he with the wynd was blaw,Quha thame inhabit, quhidder wild bestis or men,For al semyt bot wildernes til hym then;And as he fand schupe till hys feris to schaw:Hys navy dern amyd the thyk wod schaw,Vnderneth the holkit hyngand rochis hie,Dekkit about with mony semly tre,Quhois schaddowis dyrk hyd weill the schippis ilkane.And he bot with a fallow furth is gane,With traste Achates; in athiris hand yfeirThe braid steil heid schuke on the huntyng speir.Amyd the wod hys moder met thame tway,Semand a maid in vissage and aray,With wapynnys like the virgynys of Spartha,Or the stowt wench of Trace, Harpalica,Hastand the hors hir fadir to reskew,Spedyar than Hebrun, the swyft flude, dyd persew:For Venus, eftyr the gys and maner thar,Ane active bow apon hir schuldeir barAs scho had bene a wild hunteres,With wynd waving hir haris lowsit of tres,Hir skyrt kiltit til hir bair kne,And, first of other, onto thame thus spak sche;Howe, say me ȝonkeris, saw ȝe walkand heirBy aventur ony of my sisteris deyr,The cays of arrowis tachit by hir syde,And cled in to the spottit lynx hyde,Or with lowd cry followand the chaysEftir the fomy bayr, in thar solace?Thus said Venus. And hir son aganeAnsweris and said, trewly, maide, in planeNane of thi systeris dyd I heir ne se;Bot, O thou virgyne, quham sal I cal the?Thy vissage semys na mortale creature,Nor thi voce soundis not lyke to humane nature,A goddes art thou suythly to my sycht.Quhidder thou be Dyane, Phebus systir brycht,Or than sum goddes of thir nymphis kynd,Maistres of woddis, beis to ws happy and kynd,Releve our lang travell quhat euer thou be,And, vndir quhat art of this hevyn sa hie,Or at quhat cost of the warld finalySal we arrive, thou tech ws by and by:Of men and land onknaw we ar drive willBy wynd and storm of sey cachit hiddertill;And mony fair sacrifice and offerandBefor thyne altar sal de of my rycht hand.Venus answerd, I denȝe not to ressaueSik honour certis, quhilk feris me nocht to haue;Forto the madynnys of Tyre this is the gyis,To beir a cays of arowis on this wys,With rede botynys on thar schankis hie.This is the realm of Punyce quhilk ȝe se,The pepill of Tyre, and the cite, but mor,Belt by the folk discend from Agenor.Ȝhe bene in the merchis of Lyby, sans faill,Inhabit with pepill ondantabill in bataill.Quhar Dido quene rewlis the empyre,Hydder, for hir brodir, fled from the realm of Tyre:Lang war the iniuris, the dowtis lang tobe tald,Bot I the vmaste of the mater sall hald.Ane husband, quhilk Sycheus hecht, had sche,Rychast in all the ground of Phenyce,And strangly luffit of the silly Dido;For be hir fader, as was the maner tho,By chans scho was in cleyn virginiteWeddit to hym; bot of Tyre the cuntreIn heretage held Pigmalyon hir brodir,In wikkitnes cruel abufe all othir,Quhilk, but offence or occasioun of greif,For blynd cwatyce of gold throu his myscheif.Befor the altar, slely with a knyfe,Or he was war, reft Sycheus the lyfe;And, of the gret luf of hys systir suyr,Concelyt this cruel deid lang vndir cuyr;That fals man, by dissaitfull wordis fair,With vaynhope trumpit the wofull luffar.Bot of hir husband bygravit the ymageTo hir apperis in sleip, with pail vissage,On mervellus wys, and gan at lenth declareQuhou he was cruelly slane at the altare;He schew the knyf out throw hys breist threst,And all the hyd cryme of hir hows manyfest:Syne in gret haist exortis hir to fle,And leif hir native land, and tak the see;And, forto help hir onwart by the way,Vnder the erth quhar ald hurdis hyd lay,Of siluer and gold revelit a huge weght.Dido heirat commovit, I ȝou hecht,For hir departing falloschip reddy maid;Togidder conuenys, but ony langar abaid,All thai quhilk hatis the cruell tyrrantis dedis,Or ȝit his fellon violence sair dredis.The schippis that on cays war reddy tharThai tuke, and chargit full of gold but mayr.The tresour of the wrachit PigmaleonIs thus caryit our the sey onone:A woman captane is of all this deid.To ȝone place ar thai cummyn, thou may tak heid,Quhar now rysis ȝone large wallis stowtOf New Cartage, with hie towris abowt.Als mekill grond thai bocht at the first tydeAs thai mycht compas with a bullis hyde;Ȝondir cheif castell standing on the braInto thar langage clepit is Byrsa,And of this deid the name beris witnes ȝit.Bot, quhat be ȝhe, finaly wald I wyt?Or of quhat cuntre cummyn? or pas wald quhar?Scho sperand this, Eneas sichand sair,The voce drawand deip from his breist within,Said, O thou goddes, gif I suld begynAnd tell our labour from the formast end,To heir our storyis set thou myght attend,Or I maid end, Vesper, the evyn starn brycht,Suld cloys the hevin and end the days lycht.We ar of ancyant Troy, gif euer ȝeThe name of Troy has hard in this cuntre,And caryit throu owt diuers seys alswa,And now by fortoune to cost of LybiaDrevyn with tempest. Rewthfull Ene am I,That Troiane goddis tursys in my navy,Quham fra amyd our ennemys I rent;My fame is knaw abufe the eliment;I seik Itale and our auld cuntre fer,And lynage cum from hyast Jupiter.With schippis twys ten the Phrygyane see,My modir a goddes techand the way, tuke we,Followand destany quhilk was to me grant;Of all our floyt, from wynd and wallys, skantSevin evil perbrakit salue remanys with me.Onkend and mystirfull in desertis of LybeI wandir, expellit from Europ and Asia.Venus na mair sufferit hym pleyn or say,Amyd hys dolorus playntis thus spak sche;Quhat evir thou art, I trast weill at thou beFavorit with the goddis, and drawis this hailsum ayr,Quhilk is the spreit of lyfe, to thy weilfair,Sen thou art cummyn to Cartage the cyte.Now hald thy way, and at the Quenys entrePresent thy self; I schaw the, for certane,Thy ferys ar salf, thy navy is cummyn agane,In salfty brocht fre of north wyndis als,Les than my parentis taucht me spayng craft fals.Behald twelf swannys in randoun glaid and fair,Quham, newly from the regioun of the airJovis fowle, the Egill, discending fra hys hycht,Has sair effrayt amyd the skyis brycht;Now with lang range to lycht thai beyn adrest,And spyis the erth about quhar thai sall rest:As thai return, thar weyngis swouchand jolely,And with thar coursis circlys about the sky,Cryand or syngand efter thar awyn gys;Thy schippys and falloschip on the sammyn wysOwdir ar herbryit in the havyn, I wys,Or with bent saill entris in the port be this.Now pas thy way evyn furth that sammyn went.Thus said sche, and turnand incontinent,Hir nek schane lyke onto the roys in May,Hyr hevynly haris, glitterand brycht and gay,Kest from hir forhed a smell gloryus and sweit,Hir habyt fell down coveryng to hir feit,And in hir passage a verray god dyd hir kyth.And fra that he knew hys moder, alswithWith sik wordis he followys as scho dyd fle;Quhy art thou cruell to thy son, quod he,Dissavand hym sa oft with fals sembland?Quhy grantis thou nocht we mycht joyn hand in hand,And fortill heir and rendir vocis trew?Thus he reprevys, bot sche is went adew;Than to the Cyte he haldis furth the way.Bot Venus with a sop of myst, baith tway,And with a dyrk clowd, closyt rownd about,That na man suld thame se nor twich but dowt,Ne by the ways stop or ellis deir,Or ȝit the cawsis of thar cummyn speir.Hyr self vplift to Paphum passyt swith,To vissy hir restyng place, joly and blith;Thar is hir tempill into Cypir land,Quharin thar doith ane hundreth altaris stand,Hait byrnnyng full of Saba sens all houris,And smellyng sweit with fresch garlandis of flowris.