“Wharfor say I tʼye, Be‐na sair fashʼd wiʼ cark and care anent yere life — what you are to eat and what ye are to drink! nor yet for yere body, hoo ye are to be cleedit! Isna the life mair nor the meat? and the body mair nor the cleedin?
“Tent ye weel the lilies, hoo they spring: they naither toil nor spin; and yet I say tʼye, No eʼen Solomon, iʼ the height oʼ his glorie, was brawlie buskit like ane oʼ thae!