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Because they fpend the Pelf them betwene,
Quhen Courage lacks, that fuld the Corfs mak kein,
IX. Sıc Vant of Woustours, with Heart in finful Satures, sic brawland Bosters, degenerate frae their Natures,
And fic Regratours, the pure Man to prevene;
Sac mony Estate, for common Weil fae quhene, Owre all the Gate, sae mony Theives fa tait,
Thay think nae Sin, quhair Proffit cums betwene
XII, Sic Knavis and Crakkars, to play at Cards and Dyce, Sic Haland-Shakers, quhilk ate Cowkulbys Gryce,
Ar halden of Pryce, when Lymers do convene; Sic Store of Vyce, fac mony Witts unwyse, Withio, &c.
Quhilk says the Corn, and Fruit that grows grene; Sic Skaith and Skorn, sae mony Paitlaits worn, Within, dc.
And fic Ill-willars, to ipeik of King and Quene, Sic Pudding-fillars, descending doun frae Millars,
Sıc Fardingails on Flags as far as Quhails,
And lic foul Tails, to fweip the Causy clene,
XVI. SAE mony a Kitty, dreft
in Golden Chenze, Sae few witty, that weil can Fables feoze,
With apil Renze, ay Thawand her Golden Cheoc; Of Sathans Senzie sure Gic an upsall Menzie
Within this Land was nevir hard nor sene.
Wife SAVING S.
T that I gife, I haif,
It that I len, I craif,
Get and saif, and thou falt haif.
and thou salt want;
When eir I lend.
I am unkind;
Friend, I mak a Fae, I shrew me, gif I mair do fae.
A zung Man Chifane, wittles,
Be gude Saint Giel,
An EPISTLE to his Mistress
on the Force of Luve.
UHAIR Luve is kendlit comfortless,
Ther is nae Fever half sae fell, Frae Cupid keist his Dart begels
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 necht compair.