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Chapter 13 13

Then Lechery, that laithly corpse,

Came berand like ane baggit horse,[138]

And Idleness did him lead;

There was with him ane ugly sort,

And mony stinking foul tramort,[139]

That had in sin been dead:

When they were enterit in the Dance,

They were full strange of countenance,

Like torches burning red.

            
            

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