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THOU art in Friendship with thy Fae,
Regarding nane but them perfay
That cures the nocht.
THOU chirriefs them that with the chyds,
Thay furder warft in thee confyds,
Quod ALEXT. SCOT.
I hard him carp amang the Freirs,
Richt as he war à furious Fule;
Till Aige faid, Fule, let be thy Fare,
And now my Heid is quhyt and liair,
Quhairfor I murn baith late and air,
To pleife the Mulls attour all Things. Right as the Swan for Sorrow fings, Before her Deid a little Space,
Richt fae do I, and my Hands wrings. That I fervt evir Mouth-thanklefs. IV.
BETTIR it were a Man to serve.
With Honour brave beneath a Sheild, Nor her to pleis, thocht thou fould sterve, That will not luke on the in Eild,
Frae that thou has nae Hair to heild Thy Heid frae harming that it hes,
Quhen Pen and Purfe and all ar peild, Tak then a Meis of Mouth-thankless.
It may be in Example fene,
The Grund of Truth wha underftude, * Frae in thy Bag thou beirs thyne Een, Thou gets nae Grace but for thy Gude, At Venus Clofet, to conclude,
Call ze not this a cankert Case:
Now GOD help and the haly Rude, And keip all Men frae Mouth-Thankless.
O brukil Zouth in Tyme behald,
And in thy Heart thir Words gae graif,
Or thy Complexion gather Cauld,
All this I hard an auld Man raif,
* Makes Use of Spectacles.
Soutar defcryvit by the
Hou lies Loun, thou leis, thou leis,
Zone are Soutars that thou feis,
Kneiland full lawly on thair Kneis,
Be Saint Girnega, that grim Ghaist,
To hald them halefome at the Heart,