Why should I join with those in Play, In whom I`ve no delight, Who curse and swear, but never pray, Who call ill Names, and fight. I hate to hear a wanton Song, Their Words offend my Ears: I should not dare defile my Tongue With Language such as theirs. Away from Fools I`ll turn my Eyes, Nor with the Scoffers go; I would be walking with the Wise, That wiser I may grow. From one rude Boy that`s us`d to mock Ten learn the wicked Jest; One sickly Sheep infects the Flock, And poysons all the rest.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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