Advice to Man to enjoy his ain.

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I.

AN, fen thy Lyfe is ay in Weir,

And Deid is ever drawing neir,

The Tyme unliker and the Place,

Thyne ain Gude spend quhile thou has Space.

II.

GIF it be thyne, thy self it uses,

Gif it be not, thee it refuíes,

Another of thee Proât has,

Then spend thy ain quhile thou has space,

THOU may to Day have Gude to spend,
In haist to Morn may from it wend,
And leive an uther thy Baggs to brace,
Then spend thy ain quhile thou has space.

IV.

QUHILE thou has Space, fe thou dispone
That for thy Geir; quhen thou art gone,
Nae Wicht ane other flay or chace,
Enjoyt thy felf quhile thou has Space.

V.

SUM all his Days dryves owre in vain,
Ay gatherand Geir with Greif and Pain,
Is nevir glade at Zule nor Pais;

Thyne ain Gude fpend quhile thou has Space,

VI.

SYNE cums ane blythsome of his Sorrow, That for him prayd nor Even nor Morrow, And fangs it all with Merrynefs;

Then spend thy ain quhyle thou has Space,

VII.

SUM gathers Gude, and ay it fpares,
And after him cum braw young Airs,
That his auld Thrift fets on an Ace,
And fendt a Sheiring in fhort Space.

VIII.

ITs juft all thyne that here thou fpends,
And not all that on thee depends,

But his to spend it that has Grace;

Then spend thyn ain quhyle thou has Space.

1X.

TRUST not annother well do ye to,

It that thy felf wald nevir do ;

For gif thou dois, ftrange is thy Cace;

Thine ain Gude spend quhyle thou has Space.

X.

LUKE how the Bairn dois to the Mother,
And tak Example be nane uther,

That it not after be thy Cafe;

Sae fpend thy ain qubyle thou has Space.

Quod DUMBAR

On a bonny Vessel called The FLEMING BARK, belonging to Edinburgh.

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I.

Have a little FLEMING Berge

Of cleanly Wark, and scho is wicht;
Quhat Pylot taks my Schip in Charge,
Maun hald her cleanly, trim and ticht;
Hir Hatches maun be handlit richt,
With Steir Burd, Baburd, Luf and Lie;
Scho will fail all the Winter Nicht,
And nevir tak a Tellzevie.

II.

WITH ane even Kei! afore the Wind,

Scho is richt fairdy with a Sail;

But at a Lufe fcho lyis behind,

Gar heis her quhile her Howbands fkail ;

F.

Draw weil the Takle to her Tail, Scho will not mifs ro lay zour Mast, To pump as aft as ze may fail, Ze wil neir hald her Watter-faft.

III.

To colf hir aft can do no ill,

And talloun qubair the Flude-mark flows; But gif fcho lekks, get Men of Skill To tap the Holes laigh in the Hows: For faut of Hemp, tak hairy Tows, And Stane-balaft withouten other,

In moonless Nichts it is nae Mows, Except a flout Man steir the Ruther.

IV.

A Veffell fair abune the Watter,

And is but laitly reikit too,

Quhairto till deave ze with hir Blatter
Are nane fic in the Flot as fcho:

Plum weil the Grund, qubat eir ze do,

Hail on the Fore fheit and the Blind

Scho will tak in at Cap and Ko,

Without fcho balast be behind,

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