III.

Now I can find but Friends few,
Sen I was prized to be pure,
They hald me now but for a Shrews
Of me they tak but little Cure;
All that I do is but Injure:
Thocht I be bair I may not bett,

They let me ftand upon the Flure,
Sen auld Kyndness is quite forzet.

IV.

Suppose I mein I am nocht mendit,
Sen I held part with Povertic,
Away fen that my Pack was fpendit,
Adieu all Liberality,

The Proverb now is trew I fee,
Quba may not give will little get;

Therefore to say the Verity,

Now auld Kyndness is quite forzet.

V.

THEY Wald me hals with Hude and Hat, Quhyle I was rich and had enouch, About me Friends enow I gat;

Richt blythly then on me they leuch, But now they mak it wonder teuch, And lets me ftand before the Zet; Therfoir this Warld is very freuch, And auld Kyndnefs is quite forzet.

VI.

As lang as my ain Cap ftude even,
I zied but feindle myne allane,
Ifquyrit was with Sax or Sevin,

Ay quhyle I gave them twa for ane;
But fuddenly frae that was gane,
They pafsd me by with Hands plett,
With puirtith frae I was oertane,
Then auld Kyndness was quyte forzett.
VII.

INTO this Warld fuld nae Man trow,
weil fee the Reafon quhy;

Thou may
For ay but gif thy Hand be fou,
Thou art but little fetten by,
Thou art not tane in Company,
Bot ther be fund Fish in thy Net:
Therfore this falfe Warld I defy,
Sen auld Kyndnefs is quite forzett.

VIII.

SEN that nae Kyndness kepit is,
Into this Warld that is prefent,
Gif thou wald cum to Heavins Blifs,
Thy felf appleift with fober Rent,
Live weil and give with gude Intent,
To every Man his proper Debt,
Quhat eir God fend hald thee content,
Sen auld Kyndness is quite forzet.

AD

ADVICE to be Liberal and Blyth.

I

I.

Make it kend, he that will spend,

And luve Gop late and Air,

He will him mend, and Grace him send,
Quhyle Catives fhall have Care:

But Praise weil pend, fall him comend,
That of his Rowth can spare;

We knaw the End, that all maun wend
Away nakit and bare,

With an O and an I,

And a Wretch fall haif nae mair,

But a fchort Sheit at Heid and Feit,

For all his Wrak and Ware.

II. FOR

II.

FOR all the Wrak a Wretch can pack,

And in his Bags embrace,

Zit Deid fall tak him be the Back,

And gar him cry Alace!

Then fall he fwak, away with Lak,

And wate not to what Place,

Then will they mak, at him a Knack,
That maift of his Geir hes;

With ane O and an I,

Quhyle we haif Tyme and Space,

Mak we gude Cheir, quhyle we are heir,

And thankful be for Grace.

III.

WERE there a King to rax and ring,
Amang Gude-fallows crownd,
Wretches wad wring, and mak Murning,
For Dule they fould be drownd.
Quha finds a Dring, or auld or zing,

Gar hoy him out and hound.

Now

Now let us fing, our Cares to ding,

And mak a gladfome Sound,

With an O and and I:

Now are we further bound,

Drink thou to me, and I to thee,

And let the Cap go round.

IV.

QUHA underftude, fuld have his Gude,
Or he wer clofd in Clay,

Sum in thair Mude, they wald ga wid,
And die lang or thair Day;

Not worth a Hude, or an auld Snude,

Thou shall bear hence away;

Wretch be the Rude, now to conclude,

Full few fall for thee pray,

With an O and ane I,

Gude Fallows as langs we may,

Be merry and free, fyne blyth let us be,

And fing on tway and tway.

Quod Jo. BLYTH.

The End of the firft Volume.