“But tak ye tent to yere sels! that yere hearts be‐na owercome wiʼ debauch and druckenness, and fash aboot this life, and that day come on ye aʼ at ance, as a snare.
Takin tent gif thar be ony man faʼin ahint frae the tender‐love oʼ God, “least ony rute oʼ bitterness springin up” be makin bitterness, and sae mony corruptit: