Unthrift, sweirnes, falset, povertie, and stryfe Pat polacey in dainger of hir lyfe. - David Lyndsay

Quhowbeit that divers devote cunnyng Clerkis
In Latyne toung hes wryttin syndrie bukis,
Our unlernit knawis lytill of thare werkis,
More than thay do the rauyng of the Rukis.
Quharefore to Colyearis, Cairtaris, & to Cukis,
To Jok and Thome, my Ryme sall be diractit,
With cunnyng men quhowbeit it wylbe lactit.

He usually lacks the originality of Henryson and the brilliance of Dunbar and Douglas. But what there is of him is good all through.

Quhen the Sonne is at the hycht,
Att nonne quhen it doith schyne most brycht,
The schaddow of that hydduous strength
Sax myle and more it is of lenth.
Thus maye ye Juge, in to your thocht,
Gyfe Babilone be heych, or nocht.