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 AND THE SLAE. 31 LX. Quoth Will, if he be not a man, I pray you, sirs, what is he than ? He looks like ane at least. Quoth Reason, if he follow thee, And mind not to remain with me, Nought, but a brutal beast. A man in shape doth not consist, For all your taunting tales ; Therefore, Sir Will, I would you wist, Your metaphysic fails : Gae lear yet, a year yet, Your logic at the schuils; Some day then, you may then, Pass master with the muils. LXI. Quoth Will, I marvel what ye mein, Should I not trow my own twa een, For all your logic schuils, If I did not I were not wise : Quoth Reason, I have told you thrice, None farlies mair than fules : There be mae senses than the sight, Which you o'er-hale for haste; To wit, if ye remember right, Smell, hearing, touch and taste: All quick things, have sic things, I mean baith man and beast; By kind aye, we find aye, Few lack them at the least.