Filling his glass, and calling him by name, “Lang life,said he, “to the wylie loon that gangs afield with a toom poke at his lunzie, and comes hame with a sackful o' siller.

And for I was in thilke ſame looſer yeares, / (Whether the Muſe, ſo wrought me from my birth, / Or I tomuch beleeued my ſhepherd peres) / Somedele ybent to ſong and muſicks mirth, / A good olde ſhephearde, Wrenock was his name, / Made me by arte more cunning in the ſame.

Yet one word more of personal concern-- Since I withdrew unwillingly from France, I led an undomestic wanderer's life, 350 In London chiefly harboured, whence I roamed, Tarrying at will in many a pleasant spot Of rural England's cultivated vales Or Cambrian solitudes.

When the tables are drawn, you shall hold a disputation with him. It will be sport to hear how you chop logic at your Universities yonder.