A _Boy_ that would not learn his _Book_.
There was a Stomachful Boy put to School, and the whole World could
not bring him to Pronounce the First Letter in his Alphabet. Open your
Mouth says the Master, and cry [_A_.] The Boy Gapes, without so much as
offering at the Vowel. When the Master could do no good upon him, his
School-Fellows took him to Task among Themselves. Why ’tis not so hard a
thing methinks, says one of ’em, to cry [_A_:] No, says the Boy, ’tis not
so hard neither; but if I should cry [_A_] once, they’d make me cry [_B_]
too, and I’ll never do that, I’m Resolved.
The MORAL.
_There’s no Contending with Obstinacy and Ill-Nature; especially where
there’s a Perverseness of Affection that goes along with it._