I’ their own bree.
“What if the hand of fate, unkind,
Has us’d fremtly, need we peyne?
Tho’ you’ve lost your sight an’ me meyne,
We cannot mend it.
Let us be glad the powers deveyne
Nae war’ extendit.
“Let us—sen leyfe is but a span—
Still be as canty as we can,
Rememb’ring Heaven has ordered Man