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 POETRY. 75 Thair ane is now, his nichtbour may be nixt: he causles culzies, and but falt defames; ir mirrines with mischief ay is mixt. Thairfore, my friends! wha nevir fears to fall, esaiv my eirnest admonition all. Whiles ye are weill, I wish you to be war; Remember, shirs, that somtyme ye war small, nd maybe yit, I will not say ye sall ; for, I confess, that war a fut too far. owbeit ye think my harrand some thing har; When ye leist wein, your backs may to the wall, hings byds not ay in ordour as they are. Tak tyme in tyme, and to my tail tak tent; det ye it pas, perhaps, ye may repent, ind with it war when ye may want your will ad Cæsar seen the cædule that was sent, le wat he had not with the wicked went, ha war concludit causles him to kill, pt in his bosome he put up that bill, he which at last, though lait, maid him re. pent is unadvertence only did him ill. Judge of yourself by Julius, my joyes ! hase fenyed freinds were worse than open faes. If that ye stand not in a staggering stait, ink ye that she will thole you more than those,