“ Your crime is of the blackest hue.
O blessed Lord, great is the parent's care,
In mercy hear my father's prayer,
Then on their knees they straight way fell down,
The mournful father and the crying son. ”

“ Which fill'd his parents heart with grief and fear.
The girl was ten years younger than the son,
Seeing her brother thus in sin to run,
Though she was but an infant then in years,
Thus to her brother she did speak in tears:
Dear brother darling of my father's heart,
Hear what a child to you shall now impart,
If you run on in such a course of sin,
My tender parents to the grave you'll bring.
Each day above the heavenly God doth hear,
Your whole delight is to curse and swear ”