Then having tane ane dry and wethered strae
In deip despair, and in ane lofty rage
She sprang up heigh, outfleing every fae
Syne to Panchaeia came, to change her age
Upon Appollo's altar...
(Then having taken a dry and withered staw / In deep despair and in a lofty rage / She sprang up high, outflying every foe / Soon to Panchaea came, to change her age / Upon Apollo's alter...)