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 [7] When he down lieth, he groaneth, he crieth, Ar an wire a dying in dolour and pain; Inſtend of lore-kiſſes, he itches and scratches, Himſelf he outſtretcheth with groaning again. But when he lies down at ten o' the clock, Turns firſt t& the wall, and then to the flock; I then wipe the tears, now as they down run, And ſay wo to the day, ere I ſaw an auld man! Young giglet he ca's me. & ſays he will lame me, Young giglet he names me, & ſometimes a whore, But haud thytongue auld man, & ſay nae mair ſuch, Fain would I lay cuckold but I think as much. Ba: I will lay by my maſk and my fan, And bid wo to the day ere Law an auld man! Otherwiſe for to crop him I will do the beſt, And with his old feathers I'll build a new neſt.

The KING AND THE MILLER. НOW happy a ſtate does the miller poſſeſs, Who would be no greater, nor fears to be leſs, On his mill and himſelf he dependſ for ſupport, Which is better than ſervilly cringing at court. What tho' he all duſty and whit'ned does go, The more he's bepowder'd the more like a beau; A clown in his dreſs may be honeſter far, Than a courtier who ſtruts in his garter and far. Tho' his hands are ſo daub'd, they're not fit to be "The hands of his betters are not very clean; (ſeen, A palm more polite may as dirtily deal, Gold in handling will ſtick to his fingers like meal.