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8 “He’s fashion’d o’ a cross-grain stock.

That’s sooner broke than bendit;

Yet he’s bell wedder o’ the flock.

Resolving to defend it;

He never yet a step would take

That conscience over-reached;

But when his interest lay at stake,

It canniely was stretched;

And when disputes, o’ church or state,

Ca’d forth his tongue to wield it,

Sae skill'd in law, he would, tho’ beat,

Be sooner damn’d than yield it.

“ He’s set beyond the fear o’ hell,

By conscious approbation,

An’ wish’d his weavers like himsel’,

Were wordy o’ salvation.

He lang had seen the arrogance

Prosperity ingender’d,

And griev’d to think, that by the fence

Sae thoughtlessly they wander’d:

He saw, that keeping up the price

Was just the way to damn them;

But taking aff the tither slice

Was just the way to tame them