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 30 THE CHERRIE LVIII. Quoth Will, fy on him, when he flew, That pow'd not Cherries then anew, For to have stay'd his sturt. Quoth Reason, though he bear the blam He neither saw nor needed them, Till he himself had hurt. First when he mister'd not, he might, He needs, and may now: Thy folly when he had his flight, Empeshed him to pow. Baith he now, and we now, Perceive thy purpose plain ; To turn him, and burn him, And blaw on him again. LIX. Quoth Skill, why suld we langer strive ? Far better late than never thrive, Come, let us help him yet : Tint time we may not get again, We waste but present time in vain, Beware with that quoth Wit: Speak on, Experience, let's see, We think ye hold you dumb. Of by ganes I have heard, quoth he, I knaw not things to come. Quoth Reason, the season With slouthing slides away: First take him, and make him A man, if that you may.