Thomas of Erceldoune

“ WHEN the ruby is raised, rest is there none;
But much rancour shall rise in river and plain,
Much sorrow is seen through a sluth hound,
That bears horns in his head like a wild hart:
Then a brock shall make a braid on a broad field,
And an hound shall bear a back with a brim face;
The slothful sluth hound shall slay him for ever ”

“ Thongh their sayings be selcouth they shall be sooth found
And there shall our glading be;
The crow shall fit upon a stone,
And drink the gentle blood so free:
Take of the ribs, and bear to her birds:
As God hath said so must it be. ”