How Should I Conduct Myself [Lord God, how sould I governe me]
How
sould
I
rewill
me
or
in
quhat
wys
I
wald
sum
wyse
man
wald
devys,
Sen
I
can
leif
in
no
degré
Bot
sum
my
maneris
will
dispys:
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
Giff
I
be
lustye,
galland,
and
blythe,
Than
will
thai
say
on
me
full
swythe,
"Yon
man,
out
of
his
mynd
is
he,
Or
sum
hes
done
him
confort
kythe":
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
Giff
I
be
sorrowfull
and
sad,
Than
will
thai
say
that
I
am
mad;
I
do
bot
drowpe
as
I
wald
de,
So
will
thai
deyme,
bayth
man
and
lad:
Lord
God,
how
sall
I
governe
me?
Giff
I
be
lustie
in
myne
array,
Than
lufe
I
paramoris,
say
thai,
Or
in
my
mynd
is
proud
and
he,
Or
ellis
I
haif
it
sum
wrang
way:
Lord
God,
how
sall
I
governe
me?
And
gif
I
be
not
wele
besene,
Than
twa
and
twa
sayis
thame
betwene,
"Evill
gydit
is
yon
man,
pardé
-
Be
his
clething
it
may
be
sene":
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
Gif
I
be
sene
in
court
our
lang,
Than
will
thai
quhispir
thame
amang,
My
freindis
ar
not
worthe
ane
fle
That
I
sa
lang
but
gwerdon
gang:
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
In
court
rewaird
gif
purches
I,
Than
have
thai
malice
and
invy
And
secreitlie
on
me
thai
lie
And
dois
me
sklandir
privaly:
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
How
sould
my
gyding
be
devysit?
Giff
I
spend
litle
I
am
dispysit;
Be
I
courtas,
nobill,
and
fre,
A
prodigall
man
than
am
I
prysit
Lord
God,
how
sould
I
governe
me?
Sen
all
is
jugit,
bayth
gud
and
ill,
And
no
mannis
toung
I
may
had
still,
To
do
the
best
my
mynd
sal
be.
Lat
everie
man
say
quhat
he
will,
The
gratious
God
mot
governe
me.