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Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before you gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases:

A dear loved lad, convenience snug, 45
A treacherous inclination-
But, let me whisper i' your lug, 18
Ye're aiblins 19 nae temptation.

Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Tho' they may gang a kennin20 wrang,
To step aside is human:

One point must still be greatly dark,
The moving Why they do it;
And just as lamely can ye mark,

How far perhaps they rue it.

Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us,

He knows each chord, its various tone,
Each spring, its various bias:
Then at the balance, let's be mute,

We never can adjust it;

What's done we partly can compute,

But know not what's resisted.

TAM O' SHANTER

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