Poems by William Dunbar
In Honour of the City of London
... Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis ...
Lament for the Makers
... Quhilk Patrick Johnstoun might nought flee:-- ...
On the Nativity of Christ
... The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris, ...
To a Lady
... Except onlie that ye are mercyless Into your garth this day I did persew ...
To the City of London
... e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, ...
The Tretis Of The Twa Mariit Women And The Wedo
... Thair mantillis grein war as the gress that grew in May sessoun, ...
Done is a Battle
... The presone broken, the jevellouris fleit and flemit ...
The Dance Of The Seven Deadly Sins
... In jacks, and scryppis, and bonnets of steel, ...
