“Than he said to his vine‐dresser, ‘Look! for thrie year hae I come, seekin for frute on this fig‐tree, yet find I nane: lat it be cuttit doon! Why soud it tak up the grunʼ?’
“Gin ony man bide‐na in me, he is cuisten oot as a fushionless branch, and dwines awa; and folk soop them thegither, and set them alowe, and they are brunt.