“Than gangs awa he, and takin wiʼ him seeven mair, waur nor himsel, enters in and bides thar; and that manʼs last state is waur nor the first. Sae sal it be wiʼ this ill‐doin race!”
In whilk ye gaed in time by‐past, eʼen as in the way oʼ this warld, conform to the ruler oʼ the pooer oʼ the air, the spirit noo workin iʼ the bairns oʼ dourness;
Frae ʼmang us they gaed oot, but they warna ane wiʼ us; for gin they had been ane wiʼ us, they wad hae bidden wiʼ us; but it was that they soud be kent, hoo they warna oʼ us.