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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robin and Malkin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robene sat on gud grene hill,<br> Kepand a flok of fe;<br> Mirry Makyne said him till,<br> "Robene, thow rew on me;<br> I haif the luvit lowd and still,<br> Thir yeiris two or thre;<br> My dule in dern bot gif thow dill,<br> Dowtless but dreid I de."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Robene answerit, "Be the rude,<br> Nathing of lufe I knaw,<br> Bot keipis my scheip undir yone wid,<br> Lo quhair they raik on raw:<br> Quhat hes marrit the in thy mude,<br> Makyne, to me thow schaw;<br> Or quhat is lufe, or to be lude?<br> Fane wald I leir that law."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "At luvis lair gife thow will leir,<br> Tak thair ane a b c;<br> Be heynd, courtass, and fair of feir,<br> Wyse, hardy, and fre;<br> So that no denger do the deir,<br> Quhat dule in dern thow dre;<br> Preiss the with pane at all poweir,<br> Be patient and previe."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Robene anserit hir agane,<br> "I wait nocht quhat is luve;<br> But I haif mervell in certane<br> Quhat makis the this wanrufe:<br> The weddir is fair, and I am fane,<br> My scheip gois haill aboif;<br> And we wald play us in this plane,<br> Thay wald us bayth reproif."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Robene, tak tent unto my taill,<br> And wirk all as I reid,<br> And thow sall haif my hairt all haill,<br> Eik and my maidenheid.<br> Sen God sendis bute for baill<br> And for murnyng remeid,<br> In dern with the bot gif I daill,<br> Dowtles I am bot deid."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Makyne, to morne this ilk a tyde,<br> And ye will meit me heir,--<br> Peraventure my scheip may gang besyd,<br> Quhill we haif liggit full neir;<br> Bot mawgre haif I and I byd,<br> Fra thay begin to steir;<br> Quhat lyis on hairt I will nocht hyd;<br> Makyn, than mak gud cheir."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Robene, thow reivis me roif and rest;<br> I luve bot the allane."<br> "Makyne, adew, the sone gois west,<br> The day is neir hand gane."<br> "Robene, in dule I am so drest,<br> That lufe wilbe my bane."<br> "Ga lufe, Makyne, quhair evir thow list,<br> For lemman I lue nane."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Robene, I stand in sic a styll;<br> I sicht, and that full sair."<br> "Makyne, I haif bene heir this quhyle;<br> At hame God gif I wair."<br> "My huny, Robene, talk ane quhyle,<br> Gif thow will do na mair."<br> "Makyne, sum uthir man begyle,<br> For hamewart I will fair."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Robene on his wayis went<br> Als licht as leif of tre;<br> Mawkin murnit in hir intent,<br> And trowd him nevir to se.<br> Robene brayd attour the bent;<br> Than Mawkyne cryit on hie,<br> "Now ma thow sing, for I am schent!<br> Quhat alis lufe at me?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mawkyne went hame withowttin faill,<br> Full wery eftir cowth weip.<br> Than Robene in a ful fair daill<br> Assemblit all his scheip.<br> Be that sum pairte of Mawkynis aill<br> Outthrow his hairt cowd creip;<br> He fallowit hir fast thair till assaill,<br> And till hir tuke gude keip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Abyd, abyd, thow fair Makyne,<br> A word for ony thing;<br> For all my luve it sal be thyne,<br> Withowttin depairting.<br> All haill thy harte for till haif myne<br> Is all my cuvating;<br> My scheip to morne quhill houris nyne<br> Will neid of no keping."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Robene, thow hes hard soung and say,<br> In gestis and storeis auld,<br> 'The man that will nocht quhen he may<br> Sall haif nocht quhen he wald.'<br> I pray to Jesu every day<br> Mot eik thair cairis cauld,<br> That first preissis with the to play,<br> Be firth, forrest, or fauld."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Makyne, the nicht is soft and dry,<br> The wedder is warme and fair,<br> And the grene woid rycht neir us by<br> To walk attour all quhair;<br> Thair ma na janglour us espy,<br> That is to lufe contrair;<br> Thairin, Makyne, bath ye and I<br> Unsene we ma repair."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Robene, that warld is all away<br> And quyt brocht till ane end,<br> And nevir agane thairto perfay<br> Sall it be as thow wend;<br> For of my pane thow maid it play,<br> And all in vane I spend;<br> As thow hes done, sa sall I say,<br> Murne on, I think to mend."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Mawkyne, the howp of all my heill,<br> My hairt on the is sett,<br> And evirmair to the be leill,<br> Quhill I may leif but lett;<br> Nevir to faill, as utheris feill,<br> Quhat grace that evir I gett."<br> "Robene, with the I will nocht deill;<br> Adew, for thus we mett."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Malkyne went hame blyth annewche,<br> Attour the holttis hair;<br> Robene murnit, and Makyne lewche;<br> Scho sang, he sichit sair;<br> And so left him, bayth wo and wrewche,<br> In dolour and in cair,<br> Kepand his hird under a huche,<br> Amangis the holtis hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Henryson">Robert Henryson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507273" data-title="Robin and Malkin de Robert Henryson" data-description="Robene sat on gud grene hill, Kepand a flok of fe; Mirry Makyne said him till, "Robene, thow rew on me; I haif the luvit lowd and still, Thir yeiris two or thre; My dule in dern bot gif thow dill, Dowtless but dreid I de." 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