Teach youth, in a small way, that is, always,
So as to have much time left you for yourself;
This you can’t sacrifice, your leisure’s precious.
Heartily you will not take to anything;
Whatever happen, don’t I see you still,
Living no life at all? Even as now
An o’ergrown baby, sucking at the dugs
Of instinct, dry long since. Come, come, you are old enough
For spoon-meat surely.
Will you go on thus