Thou art in Friendship with thy Fae,
And to thy best friends fremit ay,
Thou fleims all faithful Men thee fraé,

of stedfalt Thocht, Regarding nane but them perfay

That cures the nocht.

VII,

Thou chirriefs theni that with the chyds,
And banniess them with thee abyds :
Thou hes thy Horn ay in thair Syds

That cannor flie ;
Thay furder warft in thee confyds,

I say for me.

Quod ALEXr. Scot.

Τ Η Ε Auld Mans inveighing against Mööth

Thankless.

I..

A

Ns agic Mắn twyce Fourty Zeirs,

After the haly Days of Zule, I bard him carp amang the Freirs,

of Order gray, makand grit Dule,

Richt as he war à furious Fule; Aft-tymes he ficht, and said Alace!

Be Claud my Care may nevir cule,
That I serot evir Mouth-Thankless.

JÍ.
THROCH Ignorance, and Folly, Zouth,

My Preterit Tyme I wäld neir spair,
Plefance to put into that Mouth,
Till Aige faid, Éule, let be thy Fare,

And now my Heid is quhyt and liair, For feiding of that fowmart Face,

Quhairfor I muro baith late and air, That I servit evir Mouth-thanklefs.

III.-

SILVER and Gold that I micht get

Beisands, Brotches, Robes and Rings, Frelie to gife, I wald nocht let,

To pleise the Mulls attour all Things.

Right as the Swan for Sorrow sings, Before het Deid a little Space,

Richt lae do I, and my Hands wrings. That I servt evir Mouth-thankless,

IV,

BETTIR it were a Man to serpe.

With Honour brave beneath a Sheild, Nor her to pleis, thocht thou sould 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 Purse and all ar peild, Tak then a Meis of Mouth-thanklefi.

V.

may be in Example fene,

The Grund of Truth wha understude, * Frae in thy Bag thou beirs thyoe Een,

Thou gets nae Grace but for thy Gude,

At Venus Closet, to conclude, Call ze not this a cankert Case:

Now God help and the haly Rude,
And keip all Men frac Mouth-Thanklefs.

VI.
O brukil Zouth in Tyme behald,

And in thy Heart thir Words gae graif,
Or thy Complexion gather Cauld,

Amend thy Miss, thy self to faif,

The Bliss abune gif thou wald haif, And of thy Gilt Remit and Grace.

All this I hard an auld Man raif, After the Rule, of Mouth-Thankless.

Quod Kenned". I 2

* Makes Use of Spectacles.

T:

Hov lies Loun, thou leis, thou leis,

Zone are Soutars that thou seis,
Kneiland full lawly on thair Kneis,

Thair Gods cill adorn.
Be Saint Girnega, that grim Ghaitt,
To hale ther Hairfreffes on hailt,
of molton Touch thay tak a Tet

On Monandays at Morn.

11.

To hald them halesome at the Heart,
Sum of fat Ulic (pews a Quart,
Uthers a Pynt for thair awn Part,

Of foul Soutars Blek,