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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dance Of The Seven Deadly Sins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of Februar the fiftene nicht<br>Full lang before the dayis licht<br>I lay intill a trance<br>And then I saw baith Heaven and Hell<br>Me thocht, amang the fiendis fell<br>Mahoun gart cry ane dance<br>Of shrews that were never shriven,<br>Agains the feast of Fastern's even,<br>To mak their observance.<br>He bad gallants gae graith a gyis,<br>And cast up gamountis in the skies,<br>As varlets do in France.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Helie harlots on hawtane wise,<br>Come in with mony sundry guise,<br>But yet leuch never Mahoun,<br>While priests come in with bare shaven necks;<br>Then all the fiends leuch, and made gecks,<br>Black-Belly and Bawsy Brown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let see, quoth he, now wha begins:<br>With that the foul Seven Deadly Sins<br>Begoud to leap at anis.<br>And first of all in Dance was Pride,<br>With hair wyld back, and bonnet on side,<br>Like to make vaistie wanis;<br>And round about him, as a wheel,<br>Hang all in rumples to the heel<br>His kethat for the nanis:7<br>Mony proud trumpour with him trippit;<br>Through scalding fire, aye as they skippit<br>They girned with hideous granis.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>IV.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then Ire came in with sturt and strife;<br>His hand was aye upon his knife,<br>He brandished like a beir:<br>Boasters, braggars, and bargainers,<br>After him passit in to pairs,<br>All bodin in feir of weir;<br>In jacks, and scryppis, and bonnets of steel,<br>Their legs were chainit to the heel,<br>Frawart was their affeir:<br>Some upon other with brands beft,<br>Some jaggit others to the heft,<br>With knives that sharp could shear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>V.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Next in the Dance followit Envy,<br>Filled full of feud and felony,<br>Hid malice and despite:<br>For privy hatred that traitor tremlit;<br>Him followit mony freik dissemlit,<br>With fenyeit wordis quhyte:<br>And flatterers in to men's faces;<br>And backbiters in secret places,<br>To lie that had delight;<br>And rownaris of false lesings,<br>Alace! that courts of noble kings<br>Of them can never be quit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VI.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Next him in Dance came Covetyce,<br>Root of all evil, and ground of vice,<br>That never could be content:<br>Catives, wretches, and ockeraris,<br>Hudpikes, hoarders, gatheraris,<br>All with that warlock went:<br>Out of their throats they shot on other<br>Het, molten gold, me thocht, a futher<br>As fire-flaucht maist fervent;<br>Aye as they toomit them of shot,<br>Fiends filled them new up to the throat<br>With gold of all kind prent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Syne Sweirness, at the second bidding,<br>Came like a sow out of a midding,<br>Full sleepy was his grunyie:<br>Mony swear bumbard belly huddroun,<br>Mony slut, daw, and sleepy duddroun,<br>Him servit aye with sonnyie;<br>He drew them furth intill a chain,<br>And Belial with a bridle rein<br>Ever lashed them on the lunyie:<br>In Daunce they were so slaw of feet,<br>They gave them in the fire a heat,<br>And made them quicker of cunyie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VIII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then Lechery, that laithly corpse,<br>Came berand like ane baggit horse,<br>And Idleness did him lead;<br>There was with him ane ugly sort,<br>And mony stinking foul tramort,<br>That had in sin been dead:<br>When they were enterit in the Dance,<br>They were full strange of countenance,<br>Like torches burning red.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>IX.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then the foul monster, Gluttony,<br>Of wame insatiable and greedy,<br>To Dance he did him dress:<br>Him followit mony foul drunkart,<br>With can and collop, cup and quart,<br>In surfit and excess;<br>Full mony a waistless wally-drag,<br>With wames unweildable, did furth wag,<br>In creesh that did incress:<br>Drink! aye they cried, with mony a gaip,<br>The fiends gave them het lead to laip,<br>Their leveray was na less.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>X.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nae minstrels played to them but doubt,<br>For gleemen there were halden out,<br>Be day, and eke by nicht;<br>Except a minstrel that slew a man,<br>So to his heritage he wan,<br>And enterit by brieve of richt.<br>Then cried Mahoun for a Hieland Padyane:<br>Syne ran a fiend to fetch Makfadyane,<br>Far northwast in a neuck;<br>Be he the coronach had done shout,<br>Ersche men so gatherit him about,<br>In hell great room they took:<br>Thae tarmigants, with tag and tatter,<br>Full loud in Ersche begoud to clatter,<br>And roup like raven and rook.<br>The Devil sae deaved was with their yell;<br>That in the deepest pot of hell<br>He smorit them with smoke!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Dunbar">William Dunbar</a></strong></div>