Best to Be Blithe
Full
oft
I
mus
and
hes
in
thocht
How
this
fals
warld
is
ay
on
flocht,
Quhair
nothing
ferme
is
nor
degest;
And
quhen
I
haif
my
mynd
all
socht,
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.
This
warld
evir
dois
flicht
and
vary;
Fortoun
sa
fast
hir
quheill
dois
cary,
Na
tyme
bot
turne
can
it
tak
rest,
For
quhois
fals
change
suld
none
be
sary;
For
to
be
blyth
me
thynk
it
best.
Wald
man
considdir
in
mynd
rycht
weill,
Or
Fortoun
on
him
turn
hir
quheill,
That
erdly
honour
may
nocht
lest,
His
fall
les
panefull
he
suld
feill;
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.
Quha
with
this
warld
dois
warsill
and
stryfe,
And
dois
his
dayis
in
dolour
dryfe,
Thocht
he
in
lordschip
be
possest,
He
levis
bot
ane
wrechit
lyfe;
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.
Of
wardlis
gud
and
grit
riches,
Quhat
fruct
hes
man
but
mirines?
Thocht
he
this
warld
had
eist
and
west,
All
wer
povertie
but
glaidnes;
For
to
be
blyth
me
thynk
it
best.
Quho
suld
for
tynsall
drowp
or
de
For
thyng
that
is
bot
vanitie,
Sen
to
the
lyfe
that
evir
dois
lest
Heir
is
bot
twynklyng
of
ane
ee?
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.
Had
I
for
warldis
unkyndnes
In
hairt
tane
ony
havines,
Or
fro
my
plesans
bene
opprest,
I
had
bene
deid
lang
syne,
dowtles;
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.
How
evir
this
warld
do
change
and
vary,
Lat
us
in
hairt
nevirmoir
be
sary,
Bot
evir
be
reddy
and
addrest
To
pas
out
of
this
frawdfull
fary;
For
to
be
blyth
me
think
it
best.