The blak Pluto, thoch he war never ſo ſchairpe, Orpheus movit with ſueitnes of his harpe. The hardeſt hairt, be it aſſailyit oft, With ſueit meiknes it may be makin ſoft; And, namlie, be the dulcour feminine, Quhilk at all tyme the maiſt motive hes bene To gentil hairts, of onye thing alyve, To move thair myndis maiſt inſenſative.

My thanks to Heather; who read it and betaed it. Thank you.

The Minister said something on the lines of, “I don’t care if it causes people to lose their jobs.”

At the feet of a pulpited divine.