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SAE mony Theivs and Murderers weil kend,
THIS to correct, they fhore with mony Cracks,
Quben Courage lacks, that fuld the Corfs mak kein, Sae mony Jacks, and Brats on beggars Baks,
SIC Vant of Wouftours, with Heart in finful Satures,
Sac mony Estate, for common Weil sae quhene, Owre all the Gate, fae mony Theives fa tait,
SAE mony a Sentane retreitit for to win
Thay think nae Sin, quhair Proffit cums betwene Sae mony a Gin, to haist them to the Pin,
Sic Knavis and Crakkars, to play at Cards and Dyce, Sic Haland-Shakers, quhilk ate Cowkelbys Gryce,
Ar halden of Pryce, when Lymers do convene; Sic Store of Vyce, fac mony Witts unwyfe,
SAE mony Merchands, fae mony ar menfworne,
Quhilk flays the Corn, and Fruit that grows grene; Sic Skaith and Skorn, fae mony Paitlaits worn, Within, &c.
SAE mony Rachets, fae mony Ketch Pillars,
And fic Ill-willars, to fpeik of King and Quene, Sic Pudding-fillars, defcending doun frae Millars,
SIC Fardingails on Flags as far as Quhails,
And fic foul Tails, to fweip the Caufy clene,
SAE mony a Kitty, dreft up in Golden Chenze,
With apil Renze, ay fhawand her Golden Chene; Of Sathans Senzie fure fic an unfall Menzie
Within this Land was nevir hard nor fene.
T that I gife, I haif,
It that I fpend, is myne,
It that I leif, I tyne :
Get and faif, and thou falt haif.
It that I len, I craif,
Len and grant, and thou falt want;
Wha in his Plenty taks not Heid,
I am a Friend,
And when I craif,
I am unkind;
my Friend, I mak a Fae,
A zung Man Chifane, wittles,
An EPISTLE to his Mistress on the Force of LUVE.
Frae Cupid keift his Dart begefs
I had nae Hap to faif my fell, Lyk as my wofull Heart can tell, My inwart Pains and Siching fair;
For weil I wat the Pains of Hell Unto my Pain can nocht compair.