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ON THE WARLDIS INGRATITUDE.

This warld sa fals is, and unstabill;
Of gredines unsaceabill;
In all estaittis sic doubilness;
To find trew freindis few are abill,
For keipit is na auld kyndness.
Thocht ye do pleisour to greit men,
Thairfoir they will yow scantlie ken;
Gif ye have ocht with thame to dress,
Ye ar not abill to get ben,
For keipit is na auld kyndness.
Thocht ye have servit, monye ane yeir,
Ane lord, on your awin cost and geir;
And ye be fallin in distress,
Yow to releive he will be sueir,
And count na thing your auld kyndness.
Sum to thair nychbouris hes bene kynd,
That now thairof hes never mynd,
Bot nottit ar with newfangilness;
Of ingratnes it hes ane strynd,
That cannot keip na auld kyndness.

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Sum to communiteis hes done
That ingratlie foryet it sone,
Sua full thay ar of fikilness;
Changing as oft as dois the mone;
And cairis nocht for auld kyndness.
Sum did for thame, in court and sessioun,
That now falslie, without discretioun,
In tyme of troubill and business,
Mellit with thair land, geir, and possessioun,
That schew to thame sa greit kyndness.
Thair is that sum man did resett,
With meit, and claythis, hes him bet;
That efter in court can get entress,
And wald nocht ken him, quhen thay met,
Of quhome he gat sa greit kyndness.
Thocht ye with courteouris hes bein
Acquentit lang be onye mein;
And ye thame charge with business,
Ar abill to misknaw yow clein,
And will foryet auld kyndness.
Sen in this warld, in na degree,
Is kyndnes, nor fidelitie,
Let us pray God, of his gudness,
To bring us to the hevins so hie,
Quhairin thair is perfyte kyndness.