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 Unsatiable greed of worldly gain,
 * oppression, cries of poor,

A perpetual and slanderous race,
 * no justice but in ure.

The haughty pride of mighty men,
 * of former vice chief cause,

The nutriture of wickedness,
 * an unjust match of laws:

Therefore this cause the prophets told,
 * 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;

Slanders, great fears, & sudden plagues,
 * and great dolours more beside.

For 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,
 * altho' o'erwhelm'd with grief,

Thy stroke is not perpetual,
 * for thou shalt find relief.

I do suppose, altho' too late,
 * old prophecies shall hold;

Hope thou in God's goodness evermore,
 * and mercies manifold.