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 24 THE CHERRIE XLVI. They are mair fashious than to seek, Yon fazards durst not for their neck, Climb up the craig with us: Frae we determined to die, Or else to climb yon Cherrie-tree They baid about the bush; They are condition'd like the cat, They would not weet their feet : But yet if ony fish ye gat, They would be fain to eat. Though they now, I say now, To hazard have nae heart; Yet luck we, and pluck we, The fruit they would have part. XLVII. But fate we get our voyage wun, They shall not then a Cherrie cun, Wha would not enterprize : Well (quoth Experience) ye boast; But he that counts without his host, Aft-times has counted twice. Ye sell the bear's skin on his back, But bide while ye it get: When ye have done, it's time to crack. Ye fish before the net. What haste, Sir. ye taste, Sir, The cherry, ere ye pow it: Beware yet, ye are yet, Mair talkative than trowit.