4 “And he wadna for a time. But eftir, he said to his sel, Thoʼ I naither revere God, nor care for man,
“And he switherʼt within his sel, sayin, ‘What maun I do? for I hae nae housin, whaur I may pit aʼ my craps.’
“But the grieve said till his sel, ‘My lord taks awa my office frae me: what sal I do? I am‐na fit to delve; I wad be shamʼd to beg!
Sayin, “A particular judge was in a citie, wha cared‐na for God, nor had respect for man.
“And thar was a weedow iʼ that citie; and she was aye comin till him, cryin, ‘Do me justice wiʼ my adversary!’
“And the laird oʼ the vine‐yaird said, ‘What sal I do? I wull send my son, my beloved ane; aiblins they wull honor him.’
And mair: faithers oʼ oor flesh had we to exerceese us, and we gied them reverence; sal‐we‐na muckle raither submit oorsels to the Faither oʼ oor spirits, and leeve?