威廉·鄧巴（William Dunbar）（1460?–1520?年），蘇格蘭詩人，有時被譽為“北方的喬叟”。鄧巴1479年從圣安德魯斯大學畢業，其他情況不詳。據信他曾經當過圣方濟會的修道士。有幾年曾經四處傳教講道，后來，他可能進入詹姆斯四世的王廷，成為一名宮廷詩人，偶爾擔任外交特使的角色。《悼念制造者》（Lament for the Makers）是一首寫給已故詩人的哀歌，生動感人。

Lament for the Makaris
                    William Dunbar
I that in heill was and gladnessAm trublit now with great sicknessAnd feblit with infirmitie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Our plesance here is all vain glory,This fals world is but transitory,The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
The state of man does change and vary,Now sound. now sick, now blyth, now sary,Now dansand mirry, now like to die:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. No state in Erd here standis sicker;As with the wynd wavis the wickerSo wannis this world’s vanitie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Unto the Death gods all Estatis,Princis, Prelattis, and Potestatis,Baith rich and poor of all degree:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He takis the knichtis in to the fieldEnarmit under helm and scheild;Victor he is at all mellie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
That strong unmerciful tyrandTakis, on the motheris breast sowkand,The babe full of benignitie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He takis the campion in the stour,The captain closit in the tour,The lady in bour full of bewtie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He spairis no lord for his piscenceNa clerk for his intelligence;His awful straik may no man flee.   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Art-magicianis and astrologic,Rethoris, logicianis, and theologis,Them helpis no conclusionis slee:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
In medecine the most practicianis,Leechis, surrigianis and physicianis,Themself from Death may nocht supplee:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
I see that makaris amang the lavePlayis is here their padyanis, syne gods to grave;Sparit is nocht their facultie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He has done petuously devourThe noble Chaucer, of makaris flour,The Monk of Bury, and Gower, all three:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
The good Sir Hew of Eglintoun,Ettrick, Heriot, and Wintoun,He has tane out of this cuntrie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
That scorpion fell has done infeckMaister John Clerk, and James Afflek,Fra ballat-making and tragedie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Holland and Barbour he has berevit ;Alas! that he not with us levitSir Mungo Lockart of the Lee:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Clerk of Tranent eke he has tane,That made the aventeris of Gawaine;Sir Gilbert Hay endit has he:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He has Blind Harry and Sandy TraillSlain with his schour of mortal hail,Quhilk Patrick Johnstoun might nocht flee:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He has reft Mersar his enditeThat did in luve so lively write,So short, so quick, of sentence hie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
He has tane Rowll of Aberdene,And gentill Rowll of Cortorphine;Two better fallowis did no man see:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
In Dunfermline he has tane BrounWith Maister Robert Henrysoun;Sir John the Ross enbrasit has he:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
And he has now sane, last of a,Good gentil Stobo and Quintin Shaw.Of quhom all wichtis hes pitie:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Good Maister Walter KennedyIn point of Dedth lies verily;Great ruth it were that so suld be:Timor Mortis conturbat me 
Sen he has all my brothers sane,He will nocht let me live alane;Of force I mon his next prey be:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 
Since for the Death remeid is none,Best is that we for Death disponeAfter our death that live may we:   Timor Mortis conturbat me. 

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