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 AND THE SLAE. 43 LXXXIV. Then Hope reply'd, and that with pith, And wyselie wey'd his words thairwith, Sententiouslie and short; Quoth he I am the anchor grip That saifs the sailours and their ship, Frae peril to thair port. Quoth he, aft tymes the anchor dryves, As we have fund befoir, And loses mony thousand lyres, By shipwrack on the shore. Your grips aft, but slips aft When men have maist to do, Syne leivs them and reivs them Of thy companions to. LXXXV. Thou leaves them not thyself alane, But to thair grief wlien thou are gane, Gars Courage quat them as Quoth Hope, I wald ye understude, I grip fast gif the grund be gude, And flee't whare it is fause ; There should nae fault with me be fund; Nor I accus'd at all, Wyte sic as should have pluin'd the grund, Before the anchor fall, Their leid ay at neid ay, Micht warn them if they wald, Gif they thair, wald stay thair, Or have good anchor hald.