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 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 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, and sudden plagues, And great dolours 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.

For thon that now a patient is, And seemeth to be bound; At liberty shall free be set, And with empire be crown'd.

From high above shall grace come down. And thy state, Scotland, be, In latter ends, more prosperous That former age shall see.