Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce, With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently. No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh. He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye; Principall patrone and rose orygynalle, Above all Maires as maister most worthy: London, thou art the flour of Cities all. are] oar. small] slender. kellis] hoods, head-dresses. guye] guide. _20._ _On the Nativity of Christ_ _Rorate coeli desuper_! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris: The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris, Surmounting Phebus in the Est, Is cumin of his hevinly touris: _Et nobis Puer natus est_. Archangellis, angellis, and dompnationis, Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir, And all ye hevinly operationis, Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir, Fire, erd, air, and water cleir, To Him gife loving, most and lest, That come in to so meik maneir; _Et nobis Puer natus est_. Synnaris be glad, and penance do, And thank your Maker hairtfully; For he that ye micht nocht come to To you is cumin full humbly Your soulis with his blood to buy And loose you of the fiendis arrest-- And only of his own mercy; _Pro nobis Puer natus est_. All clergy do to him inclyne, And bow unto that bairn benyng, And do your observance divyne To him that is of kingis King: schouris] showers. cumin] come, entered. seir] various. erd] earth. lest] least. synnaris] sinners. benyng] benign. Encense his altar, read and sing In holy kirk, with mind degest, Him honouring attour all thing _Qui nobis Puer natus est_. Celestial foulis in the air, Sing with your nottis upon hicht, In firthis and in forrestis fair Be myrthful now at all your mycht; For passit is your dully nicht, Aurora has the cloudis perst, The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht, _Et nobis Puer natus est_. Now spring up flouris fra the rute, Revert you upward naturaly, In honour of the blissit frute That raiss up fro the rose Mary; Lay out your levis lustily, Fro deid take life now at the lest In wirschip of that Prince worthy _Qui nobis Puer natus est_. Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht! Regions of air mak armony! All fish in flud and fowl of flicht Be mirthful and mak melody! All Gloria in excelsis cry! Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,-- He that is crownit abone the sky _Pro nobis Puer natus est_! attour] over, above. perst] pierced. raiss] rose. best] beast. _21._ _Lament for the Makers_ I that in heill was and gladnèss Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- _Timor Mortis conturbat me_.