Of Deeming
Musing
allone
this
hinder
nicht
Of
mirry
day
quhen
gone
was
licht,
Within
ane
garth
undir
a
tre,
I
hard
ane
voce
that
said
on
hicht,
"May
na
man
now
undemit
be.
"For
thocht
I
be
ane
crownit
king,
Yit
sall
I
not
eschew
deming.
Sum
callis
me
guid,
sum
sayis
thai
lie,
Sum
cravis
of
God
to
end
my
ring,
So
sall
I
not
undemit
be.
"Be
I
ane
lord
and
not
lord
lyk,
Than
every
pelour
and
purspyk
Sayis,
'Land
war
bettir
warit
on
me.'
Thocht
he
dow
not
to
leid
a
tyk,
Yit
can
he
not
lat
deming
be.
"Be
I
ane
lady
fresche
and
fair,
With
gentillmen
makand
repair,
Than
will
thay
say,
baith
scho
and
he,
That
I
am
jaipit,
lait
and
air.
Thus
sall
I
not
undemit
be.
"Be
I
ane
courtman
or
ane
knycht,
Honestly
cled,
that
cumis
me
richt,
Ane
prydfull
man
than
call
thay
me.
Bot
God
send
thame
a
widdy
wicht
That
cannot
lat
sic
demyng
be.
"Be
I
bot
littill
of
stature,
Thay
call
me
catyve
createure,
And
be
I
grit
of
quantetie,
Thay
call
me
monstrowis
of
nature.
Thus
can
I
not
undemit
be.
"And
be
I
ornat
in
my
speiche,
Than
Towsy
sayis
I
am
sa
streiche,
I
speik
not
lyk
thair
hous
menyie.
Suppois
hir
mowth
misteris
a
leiche,
Yit
can
I
not
undemit
be.
"Bot
wist
thir
folkis
that
uthir
demis
How
that
thair
sawis
to
uthir
semis,
Thair
vicious
wordis
and
vanité,
Thair
tratling
tungis
that
all
furth
temis,
Sum
tyme
wald
lat
thair
demying
be.
"War
nocht
the
mater
wald
grow
mair
To
wirk
vengeance
on
ane
demair,
But
dout
I
wald
cause
mony
de
And
mony
catif
end
in
cair,
Or
sum
tyme
lat
thair
deming
be.
"Gude
James
the
Ferd,
our
nobill
king,
Quhen
that
he
was
of
yeiris
ying
In
sentens
said
full
subtillie,
'Do
weill,
and
sett
not
by
demying,
For
no
man
sall
undemit
be.'"
And
so
I
sall,
with
Goddis
grace,
Keip
His
command
into
that
cace,
Beseiking
ay
the
Trinitie
In
hevin
that
I
may
haif
ane
place—
For
thair
sall
no
man
demit
be.