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 42 THE CHERRIE LXXXII. I could, in case a count were cravit, Schaw thousands thousands thou desaiy Whare thou was trew to ane; And by the contrair I may vaint, [gra Which thou maun, though it grieve t I trumpit nerir a man, But trewly tald the nakit truth To men that mell’d with me, For nowther rigour nor for rueth, But only laith to lie: To sum yet, to cum yet, Thy suckour will be slight, Whilk I then maun try then, And register it richt. LXXXIII. Ha, ha! quoth Hope, and londlie leucl Ye are but a prentise at the pleuch, Experience ye prieve; Suppose all byganes as ye spak, Ye are nae prophet worth a plack, Nor I bund to believe. Ye should not say, sir, till ye see, But when ye see it say; Yet, quoth Experience, at thee Mak mony mints I may, By signs now, and things now Which ay before me beirs, Expressing by guessing The peril that appeirs.