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 46 THE CHERRIE. XC. Though he dang Dread and Danger dou Yit Courage could not be owrecum ; Hope hecht him sic a hyre; He thocht himsell, how soon he saw, His enemies were laid sac law, It was nae tyme to tyre: He hit the iron whyle it was het, In case it sould grow cauld; For he esteem'd his faes defeat, When anes he found them fald; Though we now, quoth he now, Haif been sae fric and frank, Unsocht yit he mocht yit, For kyndness cund us thank. XCI. Suppose it sae as thou hast said, That unrequired we proffer'd aid, At least that came of love. Experience ye start owre sonc, Ye naithing dow till all be done, And then perchance ye prove, Mair plain than pleasant to perchance. Sum tell that have you tryt, As fast as yo your self advance ; Ye cannot weil denyt, Abyde then your tyde then, And wait upon the wind, Ye knaw Sir, ye aw Sir, To hald ye ay behind.