Commit not that treasure to an hireling, nor wrench the young heart's fibres:
In his helplessness leave him not alone, a stranger among strange children,
Where affection longeth for thy love, counting the dreary hours;
Where religion is made a terror, and innocence weepeth unheard;
Where oppression grindeth without remedy, and cruelty delighteth in smiting.
Wherefore comply with an evil fashion? Is it not to spare thee trouble?
Can he gather no knowledge at thy mouth? Wilt thou yield thine honour to another?
What can he gain in learning, to equal what he loseth in innocence?
Alas! for the price above gold, by which such learning cometh!
For emulative pride and envy are the specious idols of the diligent,