Cupid and Venus

Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,

Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;

Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,

Or till a reed ourblawin with the win.

Twa gods guides me: the ane of them is blin,

Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;

The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,

And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.

Unhappy is the man for evermair

That tills the sand and sawis in the air;

But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,

That feedis in his hairt a mad desire,

And follows on a woman thro the fire,

Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.