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 40 THE CHERRIE LXXVIII. Thair is a senteuce said be sum, Let nane uncall'd to counsell cum That welcum weins to be ; Yea I have heard anither yet, Wha cum uncall'd unserv'd should sit, Perhaps, sir, sae may ye. Gudeman, gramercy for your geck, Quoth Hope, and lawly louts, Gif ye were sent for, we suspect, Because the doctour douts : Your years now appear now With Wisdom to be vext, Rejoycing in glossing, Till have tint your text. LXXIX Whare ye were sent for, let us see Wha wald be welcomer than we, Pruve that, and we are pay'd. Well, quoth Experience, beware, Ye ken not in what case ye are, Your tongue has you betrayed : The man may ablens tyne a stot That cannot connt his kinsch, In your awn bow ye are owre-shot Be mair than half an inch: Wha wats, sir, if that, sir, Be sour which seemeth sweet; I fear now, ye heir now A dangerous decreit.