The well-led boy should take the lead,
Have free and ever a high estate—
’Twas rank injustice to impede
The child they’ve blest both soon and late.
The wayward child could ne’er be great,
And so ’twas meet his mind to flame,
And just his doom to accelerate,
To damn this child with a felon’s name.
Envoy
They all sped him to Heaven’s gate,