Interlude: The Headache

28 February, 2017 by katelaity

[as I am feeling poorly with a cold, here’s a poem from William Dunbar; if you need help comprehending it, visit the TEAMS page for more]


via The British Library

The Headache
William Dunbar

My heid did yak yester nicht,
This day to mak that I na micht.
So sair the magryme dois me menyie,
Perseing my brow as ony ganyie,
That scant I luik may on the licht.

And now, schir, laitlie eftir mes
To dyt thocht I begowthe to dres,
The sentence lay full evill till find,
Unsleipit in my heid behind,
Dullit in dulnes and distres.

Full oft at morrow I upryse
Quhen that my curage sleipeing lyis.
For mirth, for menstrallie and play,
For din nor danceing nor deray,
It will not walkin me no wise.


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