19 And a certain Writer cam, and quoʼ he, “Maister! I wull follow ye, whaursaeʼer ye may gang!”
“In like mainner, than, ilk ane amang ye, wha isna biddin adieu to aʼ his ain gear, canna be my disciple.
Whaur is a wyss ane? Whaur a writer? Whaur a disputer oʼ this warld? Has‐na God made the wisdom oʼ the warld witlessness?
And wiʼ you, aiblins, I may stop, or eʼen winter; and ye sal set me forrit on my journey.