SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness, <br />Delytsum lily of everie lustynes, <br /> Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, <br /> And everie vertew that is wenit dear, <br />Except onlie that ye are mercyless <br /> <br />Into your garth this day I did persew; <br />There saw I flowris that fresche were of hew; <br /> Baith quhyte and reid most lusty were to seyne, <br /> And halesome herbis upon stalkis greene; <br />Yet leaf nor flowr find could I nane of rew. <br /> <br />I doubt that Merche, with his cauld blastis keyne, <br />Has slain this gentil herb, that I of mene; <br /> Quhois piteous death dois to my heart sic paine <br /> That I would make to plant his root againe,-- <br />So confortand his levis unto me bene.<br /><br />William Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-2/
