An _Incorrigible Son_.
It was the Hard Lot of a very Good Man to have a Vicious Young Fellow to
his _Son_; and he did what he could to Reclaim him: But Sir (says he) for
Brevity’s sake, ’tis only so much Time and Councel thrown away; for all
the Parsons about the Town have been Baiting me I know not how long now,
upon the same Subject, and I’m not One Jot the Better for’t.
The MORAL.
_Some Men Live as if they had made a Covenant with Hell; Let Divines,
Fathers, Friends say what they will, they Stop their Ears against them:
And Good Councel is wholly Cast away upon them._