And gar For all the Wrak a Wretch can pack, And in bis Bags embrace, him Alace! And wate not to what Place, That maist of his Geir bes; Qubyle we haif Tyme and Space, And thankful be for Grace. III. Were there a King to rax and ring, Amang Gude-fallows crownd, For Dule they fould be drownd. Gar boy him out and hound: Now let os fing, our Cares to ding, And mak a gladfome Sound, With an O and ade I: Now are we further bound, IV. Or he were clofd in Clay, And die lang or thair Day; Thou shall bear hence away; : Full few fall for the pray, Gude Fallows as langs we may, Quod Jo. BLYTH. The End of the firft Volume, 1 ** OF THE First VOLUME. Advyce to a Man to enjoy his ain, The Fenziet Frier of Tungland, The Complaint to his Mistress, Invective against Mouth Thankles, The Soutar and Tailziors Flyring, 91 93 102 107 108 112 115 118 123 120 The Borrowfloun Mous, and the Landwart Mous, 144 On the Creation and Paradyce loft, The Devils Aduyce to his Freinds, Ballat on 7. Violet, A. Quhyt, and 1. Reid 176 On R. JÄMES V. three Mistrefjes, 184 Benift on Ladys that are Gude Soliciters, 206 The Tournament between the Soutar and Tailzor, 247 The Amends made 16 Birs and Thimble, The Lovers Mane that dar not speak, |