SENSUALITY

¶ Luifers awalk behald the firy spheir, Behauld the natural dochter of Venus: Behauld luifers this lusty Lady cleir The Fresh fonteine of Knichtis amorous Repleit with ioyis dulce and delicious· Or quha walled make to Venus observance. In my mirthful chalmer melodious? Their shall they find all pastime and pleasance. Behauld my heid behauld my gay attire, Behauld my halse lusum and lily quhite: Behauld my visage flammand as the fire Behauld my papis of portratour perfect. To luck on me lufferis hes great delight, Right sa hes all the Kings of Christindome: To Thames I have done pleasouris infinite, And specially unto the Court of Room. ¶Ane kiss of me war worth in ane morning A milȝioun of gold to Knicht or King. And ȝit I am of nature sa toward I lat no luiffer pass with ane sair heart. Of my name walled ȝe wit the verity, Forsuith they call me Sensuality. I hauld it best now or we farther gang, To Dame Venus let us go sing ane sang. I will that scho be flemit inco ̄ tinent, And never to cum again in this country: And give scho dois but doubt scho shall repent, As also perchance a duilfull dead shall die. Pass on sir Sapience and Discretion, And banische his out of the kings presence. Put on ȝour hude Iohne-Fule, ȝe raif, How dar ȝe be so pertsir knaif To tuich the King? sa Christ me saif, Falls huirsone thou shall hang. My Lord I make ȝow supplication, Give melicence to pass again to Room: Among the Princes of that Nation, I lat ȝow wit my Fresh beauty will blume Adieu Sir King I may nam langer tarry, I cair nought that, also Good luife cums as gais, I recommend ȝow to the Queen of Fairy. I see ȝe will be gydit with my fais, As for this king I cure him nought twa strais: War I among Bishops and Cardinals, I walled get gold, silver and precious clais, Nam earthly joy but my presence avails. ¶My Lords of the Spiritual stait, Venus preserve ȝow air and lait: For I can make nam More debate, I am partit with ȝour king: And am baneischt this Region, Be counsel of Correction: Be ȝe nought my protection, I may seek my ludgeing. Adieu my Lord— Pass From us fuillis be him that hes us wrought Ȝe ludge nought heir, because I knaw ȝow nought. Sirs ȝe ar welcum where go ȝe? eist or west? Quhat is ȝour name I pray ȝou Sir declair? Quhat King is that quhilk hes sa gay a boy? Scho salbe at command sir when ȝe will I traist scho shall find ȝow flinging ȝour fill. How can I help him althocht he should for fair Ȝe ken riched well I am nam Medcinair. I thank his grace of his benevole ̄ ce, Good sirs I shall be ready evin From hand: In me their all be fund a negligence, Baith Night & day when his grace will demand, Pass ȝe before and say I am cummand, And thinks riched Long to have of him ane sicht: And I to Venus do make ane faithful band, That I his arms I think to lie all Night. Oh Queen Venus unto thy Celsitude, I give gloir, honour, laud and reverence: Quha grantit me sic perfect pulchritude, That Princes of my person have pleasance. I make ane vow with humbill observance, Riched reverently thy Tempill to visie, With sacrifice unto thy Dyosie. Till every stait I am so greabill, That few or nane refuses me at all: Paipis, Patriarchs or Prelates venerabill, Common people and Princes temporal, Ar subject all to me Dame Sensual. Sa shall it be ay quhill the World endures And specially where ȝouthage hes the cures. ¶ Quha knawis the contrair I traist few in this company, Walled they declair the verity, How they use Sensuality: Bot with me makes repair. And now my way I man avance, Unto ane Prince of great puissance, Quhom young men hes in governance Rolland into bis rage: I am riched glaid I ȝow assure, That potent Prince to get in cure: Quhilk is of lustiness the luir, And greitest of courage. ¶Oh potent Prince of pulchritude preclair, God Cupido preserve ȝour celsitude: And Dame Venus mote keip ȝour court from ̄ cair As I walled sho should keip my awin hart-blud: I gang this gait with riched Good will, Sir Wantonness tarry ȝe still: And Hamelines the cap ȝeis fill And beir him company. That shall I do withoutin doubt, And he and I shall play cap'out, Sir let me see quhat ȝon mater may meine Perchance that I may knaw his be his face: But doubt this is Dame Chastity I weine, Sir I and scho cannot bide in ane place, But give it be the pleasure of ȝour grace, That I remain into ȝour company: This woman riched hastily gar chase, That scho nam More be seen in this country. My Lord howbeit this parting dois me pain, I traist in God we sal meit soon again.