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 50 THE CHERRIE XCVIII. Tho' it be cummersom what reck, Find out the cause by the effect, And working of his veins; Yet while we grip it to the ground, See first what fashion may be found, To pacify his pains ; Do what ye dow to have him haile, And for that purpose preise, Cut aff the cause, the effect maun fail Sae all his sorrows ceise. His fever shall never Frae thencefurth have a force, Then urge him, to purge him, He will not wax the worse. XCIX. Qnoth Skill, his senses are sae sick, I know nae liquor worth a leik To quench his deidlie drouth, Except the Cherrie help his heat, Whas sappy slockning sharp and sweet, Micht melt into his month. And his melancholy remove, To mitigate his mind, Nane hailsomer for his behove, Nor of mair cooling kind. Nae NECTAR directar, Could all the gods him give, Nor send him to mend him, Nane like it I believe.