Men deal with life as children with their play,Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
To see the Law by Christ fulfilled, And hear His pardoning voice Changes a slave into a child, And duty into choice.
Learning itself, received into a mind By nature weak, or viciously inclined, Serves but to lead philosophers astray, Where children would with ease discern the way.
There is a mixture of evil in everything we do; indulgence encourages us to encroach, while we Crabbe exercise the rights of children, we become childish.
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.