More quotes by James I of Scotland
Since word is thrall, and thought is free,
Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee.
The bird, the beste, the fisch eke in the see,
They lyve in fredome, everich in his kind,
And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,
They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.
And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Worschippe, ye that loveris bene this May,
For of your blisse the kalendis are begonne,
And sing with us, “away, winter, away!
Cum, somer, cum, the suete sesoun and sonne!”
So ferr I fallyng into lufis dance,
That sodeynly my wit, my contenance,
My hert, my will, my nature and my mynd,
Was changit clene ryght in anothir kynd.
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