TO A LADY
by: William Dunbar (1465-1520?)
POEMS BY WILLIAM DUNBAR
- WEET rois 
of vertew and of gentilness,
- Delytsum lily of everie lustynes,
- Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear,
- And everie vertew that is wenit 
- Except onlie that ye are mercyless,
- Into your garth  this day
I did persew;
- There saw I flowris that fresche were of hew;
- Baith quhyte and reid most lusty were to seyne ,
- And halesome herbis upon stalkis greene;
- Yet leaf nor flowr find could I nane of rew.
- I doubt that Merche, with his cauld blastis keyne,
- Has slain this gentil herb, that I of mene ;
- Quhois piteous death dois to my heart sic paine
- That I would make to plant his root againe,--
- So confortand his levis unto me bene.
that I complain of, mourn for.