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 22 THE CHERRIE XLII. Imagine, man, if thou wert laid, In grave, and syne might hear this said ; Wouldst thou not sweat for shame? Yes, faith, I doubt not but thou would: Therefore if thou have eyes behold, How they would smoir thy fame. Go to, and make nae mair excuse, Or life and honour lose; And either them or us refuse, There is no other chose : Consider, together That we can never dwell: At length aye, by strength aye, The pultroons we expel. XLIIT Quoth Danger, since I understand, That counsel can be nae command, I have nae mair to say; Except, if that ye think it good, Take counsel yet, ere ye conclude, Of wiser men than they; They are but rackless, young and rash, Suppose they think us fleit; If of our fellowship ye fash, Gang with them hardly be it: God speed you, they lead you. Wha have not meikle wit; Expel us, ye'll tell us, Hereafter comes not yet.