Will. That's fair enough—I can't say but it is—to take a man at his own word, and on his own grounds.
Stock. Well then. Of whom does the Scripture speak when it says, Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die?
Will. Why of heathens, to be sure, not of Christians.
Stock. And of whom when it says, Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they are withered?
Will. O, that is Solomon's worldly fool.
Stock. You disapprove of both, then.
Will. To be sure I do. I should not be a Christian if I did not.
Stock. And yet, though a Christian, you are admiring the very same thought in the song you were singing. How do you reconcile this?
Will. O, there is no comparison between them. These several texts are designed to describe loose, wicked heathens. Now I learn texts as part of my religion. But religion, you know, has nothing to do with a song. I sing a song for my pleasure.
Stock. In our last night's talk, Will, I endeavored to prove to you that religion was to be brought into our business. I wish now to let you see that it is to be brought into our pleasure also. And that he who is really a Christian, must be a Christian in his very diversions.