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DAVID FERGUSSON.
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756] He is a teuch taster.
He is weel blinked
He is after caps
He gives it again better cheip nor he boght it
760] He hes put the hemp savour of him
He is bursen all day -with bearing timber to the craig
Habet. He hes stollen the Whelp Stourie
Of Hypocrites
He hes much prayer bot littl devotion
He runs -with the hound & holds with the hair
He hes ane face to God and ane other to the devill
He is ane wolf in a lambs skin
767] He can say my Jo & think it not
edition 1641]
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474] T T is a sairie brewing, that is not good in the newing.1
A It is tint that is done to childe and auld men.
Ill weids waxes weill
In some mens aught mon the auld horse die.
It is a soothe 2 bourd 3 that men sees wakin.
In space comes grace.
480] It is ill to bring out of the flesh that is bred in the bane.
Ill win, ill warit.
482] It is a sillie flock where the zowe bears the bell.
1 when it is fresh. 3 honest. 3 dream.
474. K 475. ARKH *476. KH 477. K
*479. *480. ARK 481. KH 482. KH.
478. KH

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