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 34 THE CHERRIE LXVI. As you have dyted your decreet, Your prophecy to be compleat, Perhaps and to your pains. It hath been said, and may A wilful man wants never wae, Though he gets little gains. But since you think it easy thing To mount above the moon, Of your ain fiddle tak a spring, And dance when ye ha'e done, If then Sir, the man, Sir, Likes of your mirth, he may, But speir first, and hear first, What he himself will say. LXVII Then altogether they began, To say, come on, thou martyr'd man, What is thy will, advise. Abas'd a bony while I bade, And mus'd or I mine answer made, I turn'd me anes or twice, Bchalding ilka ane about, Whase motions mov'd me maist; Some seem'd assur'd, some dread for dou Will rail red-wod for haste: With wringing and flinging, For madness like to mang Dispair too, for care too, Would needs himself go hang.