Quotes from JOHN BARBOUR

But he that has been always free Can ne'er know the reality, The anguish and the wretched fate That is a part of thraldom's state. A thing, when we experience it, Makes evident its opposite. If bondage he has ever known, Then freedom's blessings he will own, And reckon freedom worth in gold More than the world will ever hold!

For love is of such potent might That of misfortune it makes light.

Freedom all solace to man gives He lives at ease who freely lives.

With full good will they all fell to, And sought no other sauce thereto Than appetite.

Off thaim I thynk this buk to ma: Now God gyff grace that I may swa Tret it, and bryng it till endyng, That I say nocht bot suthfast thing!

Leaute to luff is gretumly; Throuch leaute liffis men rychtwisly: With a vertu of leaute A man may yheit sufficyand be: And but leawte may nane haiff price, Quhethir he be wycht, or he be wys; For quhar it failyheys, na vertu May be off price, na off valu, To mak a man sa gud that he May symply callyt gud man be.

Na he, that ay has levyt fre, May nocht knaw weill the propyrte, The angyr, na the wrechyt dome, That is cowplyt to foule thyrldome.

He thocht weill he wes worth na seyle, That mycht of nane anoyis feyle; And als for till escheve gret thingis, And hard trawalyis, and barganyngis, That suld ger his price dowblyt be. Quharfor, in all hys lyve tyme, he Wes in gret payn, ec gret trawaill; And neuir wald for myscheiff faill, Bot dryve the thing rycht to the end, And tak the vre that God wald send.

Although for food they hungered sore He sent them drink, enough and more!

Freedom all solace to man gives;He lives at ease that freely lives.

Stories to read are delitabill (delightful) Suppose that they be nocht but fable (fiction) Then should stories that suthfast were (truthful) - And they were said in good manner - Have double pleasure in hearing. The first pleasance is the carping (reading aloud) And the tothir the suthfastness That shows the thing richt as it was;

The instant is not in time -- time is in the instant.

If time is a line, it is a special one.

He that ay has livit fre May nocht knaw weil the propirte The anger, na the wrechit dome That is couplit to foul thraldome. Bot gif he had assayit it, Then all par coeur he sould it wit, And sould think freedome mair to prys Than all the gold in warld that is.