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THE CHERRIE AND THE SLAVE.
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“ With sleikit sonats1 seiming sweit,
as all thair doings war discreit,
thay wis thee to be wise ;
Postponing tyme from ho«r to hour,
bot, fait/i, In vnderneath the flour,
the lurking Serpent lyis,
Suppois thou seis hir not ane styme,
till tyme scho stang thy fute.
Persauis thou not quhat pretious tyme
thy slewthing dois oreschute ?
Allace, man, thy cace, than,
in lingring I lament:
Go to now, and do now,
that curage be content.
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“ Quhat gif melanchollie come in,
and get ane grip or thou begin ?
than is thy labour lost:
For he will hald thee hard and fast,
till tyme and place and all2 be past,
that3 thou giue vp the ghost:
Thane sail be gravin on 4 the stane,
quhilk on thy graue is5 laid,
‘ Sometyme there liuet sic a ane ’—
bot how sail6 it be said ?
‘ Heir lyis now, but prise now,
into dishonors bed,
Ane cowart, (as thou art),
that from his fortune fled.’
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1 Sophismis.
4 grand upon.
2 and fruit.
5 beis.
3 Till.
6 said.

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