Quhome to sall I complene my wo

Quhome to sall I complene my wo,
And kyth my kairis on or mo ?
I knaw nocht, amang riche nor pure,
Quha is my freynd, quha is my fo ;
For in this warld may non assure.

Lord, how sall I my day is dispone?
For lang seruice rewarde is none,
And schort my lyfe may heir indure,
And lossit is my tyme bygone :
Into this warld ma none assure.

Oft falsett rydis with ane rowt,
Quhen trewth gois on his fute abowt,
And lak of spending dois him spur ;
Thus quhat to do I am in dowt :
In to this warld ma none assure.

Nane heir bot riche men hes renoun,
And bot pure men ar pluckit doun,
And nane bot just men tholis iniure ;
Sa wit is blindit and ressoun :
In to this warld ma none assure.

Vertew the court hes done dispyiss;
Ane rebald to renoun dois ryiss,
And cairlis of nobillis hes the cure,
And bumbardis brukis the benifyiss:
Into this warld may none assure.

All gentrice and nobiltie
Ar passit out of he degre ;
On fredome is laid foirfaltour;
In princis is thair no pety ;
For in this warld may none assure.

Is non so armit in-to plait
That can fra truble him debait ;
May no man lang in welth indure,
For wo that evir lyis at the wait :
Into this warld may none assure.

Flattry weiris ane furrit goun,
And falsett with the lord dois roun,
And trewth standis barrit at the dure,
And exul is of the toun :
In to this warld may none assure.

Fra everilk mowth fair wirdis proceidis;
In every hairt disceptioun breidis
Fra everylk E gois luke demure,
Bot fra the handis gois few gud deidis :
Into this warld may none assure.

Toungis now are maid of quhyte quhaill bone,
And hairtis ar maid of hard flynt stone,
And ene of amiable blyth asure,
And handis of adamant laith to dispone :
Into this warld may none assure.

Ȝit hairt with hand and body, all
Mon answer deth, quhen he dois call
To compt befoir the iuge future :
Sen all ar deid, or than de sall,
Quha suld in to this warld assure ?

No thing bot deth this schortly cravis,
Quhair fortoun evir, as so, dissavis
With freyndly smylingis of ane hure,
Quhais fals behechtis as wind hyne wavis :
Into this warld may none assure.

O quha sall weild the wrang possessioun,
Or the gold gatherit with oppressioun,
Quhen the angell blawis his bugill sture,
Quhilk vnrestorit helpis no confessioun ?
Into this warld may none assure.

Quhat help is thair in lordschippis sevin,
Quhen na houss is bot hell and hevin,
Palice of licht, or pitt obscure,
Quhair ȝoulis ar hard with horreble stevin :
In to this warld may none assure.

Vbi ardentes anime,
Semper dicentes Ve ! Ve !
Sall cry Allace ! that wemen thame bure,
O quante sunt iste tenebre !
In to this warld may none assure.

Than quho sall wirk for warldis wrak,
Quhen flude and fyre sall our it frak,
And frely fruster feild and fure,
With tempest kene and hiddouss crak?
In to this warld may none assure.

Lord ! sen in tyme sa sone to cum
De terra surrectourus sum,
Reward me with non erdly cure,
Tu regni da imperium :
In to this warld may non assure.

Finis quod Dumbar.