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(7) Meg. Weel, I will he minna turn a drunken body, errin maks fouk aye dry. Now, ye hae tald their on baith sides, and I hae a great saut to our mi yet, and tho' l ware dead and rotten the night the morn, I'll neither forgi nor forget him for he said to me; he said I should be taen and douker offerin to marry again, or any woman at my an auld man, said he, ought to marry some kinddy to keep him clean in his auld age; but an auld man that can wash a dud sark to hersel, needs nae and now, Janet, I'm no to ca anld, tho' I am ken in years; I dinna ken my ain age, being And in the time o Papery.

I fear it is LOVE.

WHY heaves my fond bosom? ah what can it, mean? my flutters my heart which was once so serene? why this sighing and trembling when Daphne is near? why, when she's absent, this sorrow and fear. For ever, methinks, I with wonder could trace, ten thousand soft charms that embellish thy face; Each moment I view thee, new beauties I find, with thy face I am charm'd, but enslaved with thy mind.

Untainted with folly, unsullied by pride, were native good humour, and virtue reside: Nay heaven that virtue thy soul may supply with compassion for him, who without thee must die.

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