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13 Therefore, this cause the prophets

Of long time did presage,

And now has happen'd every point,

Into your present age.

Since fate is so, now Scotland learn

In patience to abide,

Slanderers, fear, and sudden plagues,

And great dolors beside.

Out of thee shall people rise,

With divers happiness,

And yet a pen can scarcely write

Thy hurt, skaith, and distress.

And yet beware thou not distrust,

Although o'erwhelm'd with grief,

Thy stroke is not perpetual,

For thou shalt find relief.

I do suppose, although too late,

Old prophecies shall hold;

Hope in God's goodness evermore,

And mercies manifold.

For thou that now a patient is,

And seemeth to be bound,

At liberty shall free be set,

And with empire be crowned.