- Into thir dirk and drublie dayis
- Quhone sabill all the hevin arrayis,
- Nature all curage me denyis,
- This tragedie, the wedder richt fervent,
- Of sangis, ballattis, and of playis.
- Quhone that the nycht dois lenthin houris,
- With wind, with haill, and havy schouris,
- My dule spreit dois lurk for schoir,
- My hairt for langour dois forloir,
- For laik of symmer with his flouris.