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MORAL VERSES.
Luik that nathing to syn thé tyce;
Bot grund thé ay upon justice;
Ay follow vertew, and flie vyce;
Of toung be trew:
Ay haitt all kynd of covatyce;
Waste nocht thy guidis at the dyce;
Flie fra all fuillis that ar nyce,
And thame eschew.
Bot grund thé ay upon justice;
Ay follow vertew, and flie vyce;
Of toung be trew:
Ay haitt all kynd of covatyce;
Waste nocht thy guidis at the dyce;
Flie fra all fuillis that ar nyce,
And thame eschew.
Hald thé in honest companie;
Thy persoune gyd ay honestlie;
And haunt na kynd of harlotrie:
Fra syn abstein:
Deill with all folkis faythfullie;
And use thé never for to lie;
Conqueis na guidis wrangouslie,
Be na fals mein.
Thy persoune gyd ay honestlie;
And haunt na kynd of harlotrie:
Fra syn abstein:
Deill with all folkis faythfullie;
And use thé never for to lie;
Conqueis na guidis wrangouslie,
Be na fals mein.
To everie persoun do ressoune;
Keip ay fra melling with tressoune;
And tak in thank and guid sessoune
Quhat God will send:
Put na man, be oppressioune,
Furth of his richt possessioun;
To God mak intercessioune
For ane gude end.
Keip ay fra melling with tressoune;
And tak in thank and guid sessoune
Quhat God will send:
Put na man, be oppressioune,
Furth of his richt possessioun;
To God mak intercessioune
For ane gude end.
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