The same.

And thus the poet King died with sixteen wounds in his brave heart and many more in his body.  So at the long last our story has a sad ending.  But we have to remember that for twelve years King James had a happy life, and that as he had loved his lady at the first so he loved her to the end, and was true to her.

Besides The King’s Quair, there are a few other short poems which some people think King James wrote.  They are very different from the Quair, being more like the ballads of the people, and most people think now that James did not write them.  But because they are different is no real reason for thinking that they are not his.  For James was quite clever enough, we may believe, to write in more than one way.

Besides these doubtful poems, there is one other poem of three verses about which no one has any doubt.  I will give you one verse here, for it seems in tune with the King’s own life and sudden death.

    “Be not our proud in thy prosperite,
    Be not o’er proud in thy prosperity,
    For as it cumis, sa will it pass away;
    For as it comes, so will it pass away;
    Thy tym to compt is short, thou may weille se
    Thy time to count is short, thou mayst well see
    For of green gres soyn cumis walowit hay,
    For of green grass soon cometh withered hay,
    Labour is trewth, quhill licht is of the day. 
    Labour in truth, while light is of the day. 
    Trust maist in God, for he best gyd thee can,
    Trust most in God, for he best guide thee can,
    And for ilk inch he wil thee quyt a span.” 
    And for each inch he will thee requite a span.

BOOKS TO READ

An illustration of this chapter may be read in The Fair Maid of
Perth, by Sir Walter Scott; The King’s Tragedy (poetry), by D. G.
Rossetti in his Poetical Works.  The best version of The King’s
Quair in the ancient text is by W. W. Skeat.

Chapter XXX DUNBAR—­THE WEDDING OF THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE

THE fifteenth century, the century in which King James I reigned and died, has been called the “Golden Age of Scottish Poetry,” because of the number of poets who lived and wrote then.  And so, although I am only going to speak of one other Scottish poet at present, you must remember that there were at this time many more.  But of them all William Dunbar is counted the greatest.  And although I do not think you will care to read his poems for a very long time to come, I write about him here both because he was a great poet and because with one of his poems, The Thistle and the Rose, he takes us back, as it were, over the Border into England once more.