More sodden, tho' already made of sod,
For Dan shall whip him with the word of God,—
Severe by rule, and not by nature mild,
He never spoils the child and spares the rod,
But spoils the rod and never spares the child,
And soe with holy rule deems he is reconcil'd.
XIII.
But, surely, the just sky will never wink
At men who take delight in childish throe,
And stripe the nether-urchin like a pink