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 3. For he is the honourable laird of Sluggard-field's ſon, and is the daughter of Slipmylabour.

4. Behold he goth with his garters unbound, his boſom bare, holding up his breeches with his hands.

5. Up gets Maggy in the morning againſt the hour of nine, whether it be day-light or not, but not without the power of a pearler, for the covers herſelf with her peticoat, and runs to the dung hill as a ſoldier to his arms, when alarmed by the drum.

6. This is the character of two, which may be multiplied into million, two by two that fall into miſery by matrimony, and are deadly wounded by the plague of poverty, for want of a virtuous proceeding in themſelves.

7 Their great care is, once to be firmly married, and then all their cares are drowned in the ſleep of luſt, and when they awake, the flame of calf-love: is quite out, then they look up, when their eyes are opened, and feeing them ſhocked with worldly cares, almoſt naked, and next to nothing.

8. Now they muſt work or want, their belly wages war againſt them; their back and beds must be cloathed; their children alſo come upon them thick, thick if not threefold.

9. Then fays the huſband, What have I done? I work hard all the day to my ſelf, and get no wages; my belly is never filled with bread, but my heart is almost like to break with ſorrow!

10. O had I been ſtill the ſervant of another man then had I got my daily bread and yearly wages, but now I have loſt good bread and great pleaſure, and O but her beef be a weighty burden to me.

11. Let never a man wale his wife at the kirk door, nor pick up a painted image in the market; as I have done to my deadly danger.

12 Her fine buiks are turned into miſerable brats; instead of painting on her face, a ſlough of dung which is the ſign of a ſapleſs carecaſe, occaſioned by the ſcarcity of ſcones, and a ſcantinefs of pottage.

12. O miserable madneſs and wicked alteration