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 68 POETRY. Adultries, witchcrafts, incests, sakeles blui Delay not, bot as David did betymes Your company of such men soon secluid. Out with the wicked ;--garde ye with gude; Of mercy and of judgment sey to sing, When ye suld stryk, I wald ye understud When ye suld spair, I wish ye war benin Chuse godly counsell ; leirn to be a King Beir not thir burthens longer on your bac Jump not with justice for no kind of thin To just complantis gar gude attendance to Thir bluidy sarks cryis alwayis in your eir Prevent the plague that presentlie appeiri

THE POET'S COMPLANTE AGAINST TH UNKINDNESS OF HIS COMPANIONS WH HE WAS IN PRISON. No wonder thoght I waill and weip, That womplit am in woes. I sigh, I sobbe, when I suld sleip, My spreit can not repose. My persone is in prisone pynit, And my companions so unkind, Melancholic mischcivis my mind, That I cannot rejose. Sae lang I lookit for releif, While trewlie now I tyre; My guttis are grippit so with greif. It citis me up in yre. The fremmitnes that I haif felt, For fyte and sorrow garris me swelt,