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

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

5 Up gets Maggy in the morning againſt the hour (illegible text)nine, whether it be day-light or not, but not without the power of a pearſer, for ſhe covers herſelf with her petticoat, 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 matrimory, 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 (illegible text) quite out, then they look up when their eyes are opened, and ſeeing 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 backs and beds muſt be cloathed; their children also come upon them, thick, thick if not threefold.

9. Then ſays the huſband, What have I done? I work hard all the day to myſelf, and get no wages; my belly is never filled with bread, but O 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 unto me:

11. Let never a man w(illegible text)le his wife at the kirk-door, nor picks up a painted image in the market; as I have done to my deadly danger.

12. Her fine buſks are turned into miſerable brats; inſtead of paintings on her face, a ſlough of dung, which is the ſign of a ſapleſs carcaſe, occaſioned by the ſcarcity of ſcones, and a ſcantineſs of pottage.

13 O miſerable madneſs, and wicked alteration,