Of the World's Vanity [Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas]
O
wreche,
be
war,
this
warld
will
wend
thee
fro,
Quhilk
hes
begylit
mony
greit
estait.
Turne
to
thy
freynd,
beleif
nocht
in
thy
fo.
Sen
thow
mon
go,
be
grathing
to
thy
gait;
Remeid
in
tyme
and
rew
nocht
all
to
lait;
Provyd
thy
place,
for
thow
away
man
pas
Out
of
this
vaill
of
trubbill
and
dissait:
Vanitas
vanitatum
et
omnia
vanitas.
Walk
furth,
pilgrame,
quhill
thow
hes
dayis
licht,
Dres
fra
desert,
draw
to
thy
duelling
place;
Speid
home,
for
quhy
anone
cummis
the
nicht
Quhilk
dois
thee
follow
with
ane
ythand
chaise.
Bend
up
thy
saill
and
win
thy
port
of
grace,
For
and
the
deith
ourtak
thee
in
trespas,
Than
may
thow
say
thir
wourdis
with
"allace":
Vanitas
vanitatum
et
omnia
vanitas.
Heir
nocht
abydis,
heir
standis
nothing
stabill.
This
fals
warld
ay
flittis
to
and
fro:
Now
day
up
bricht,
now
nycht
als
blak
as
sabill,
Now
eb,
now
flude,
now
freynd,
now
cruell
fo,
Now
glaid,
now
said,
now
weill,
now
into
wo,
Now
cled
in
gold,
dissolvit
now
in
as.
So
dois
this
warld
transitorie
go:
Vanitas
vanitatum
et
omnia
vanitas.