Their wanton ambling and their watchful wiles:
Nay, like the good John Bunyan, when I view
Those forms, I’m angry at the ills they do;
That I could pinch and spoil, in sin’s despite,
Beauties, which frail and evil thoughts excite.
“At feasts and banquets seldom am I found,
And (save at church) abhor a tuneful sound;
To plays and shows I run not to and fro,