The feder made but smal shyft or prouysion. To induce his Son by vertuous doctryne. But whan he is dede and past: moche les shal the son To stody of grace his mynde or hert inclyne. But abuse his reason: and from al good declyne. Alas folysshe faders gyue your aduertence To Crates complaynt comprysed in this sentence. If it were graunted to me to shewe my thought Ye follysshe faders Caytifes I myght you cal Whiche gather riches to brynge your chylde to nought. Gyuynge him occasion forto be prodigal. But goode nor cunnynge shewe ye hym none at all. But whan ye drawe to age, ye than moste comonly. Sorowe for your suffrance. But without remedy. An olde sore to hele is oft halfe incurable Ryght so ar these Chyldren roted in myschefe Some after euer lyueth a lyfe abhomynable To all theyr Kyn great sorowe and reprefe. The one is a murderer the other a fereles thefe, The one of god nor goode man hath no fors ne care. Another so out wasteth that his frendes ar ful bare. Some theyr londe and lyuelode in riot out wasteth, At cardes, and, tenys, and other vnlawful gamys. And some wyth the Dyce theyr thryft away casteth. Some theyr soule damnes, and theyr body shames. With flesshly lust: which many one dyffamys. Spendynge the floures of youth moche vnthryftely. On dyuers Braunches that longe to Lechery. Another delyteth hymselfe in Glotony. Etynge and drynkynge without maner, or mesure: The more that some drynke: the more they wax drye. He is moste Galant whyche lengest can endure. Thus without mesure ouercharge they theyr nature. So that theyr Soule is loste theyr body and goode is spent. For lacke of doctryne, Norture and punysshment. Se here playne prose, example and euydence Howe youthe which is nat norysshed in doctryne. In age is gyuen vnto al Inconuenyence. But nought shall make youthe soner forto inclyne. To noble maners: nor Godly dysciplyne: Than shal the doctryne of a mayster wyse and sad: For the rote of vertue and wysdome therby is had. Without dout Noblenes is moche excellent Whiche oft causeth youth to be had in great honour. To haue the name, and lawde they ar content. Thoughe it be nat gotten by theyr owne labour. But what auayleth them this lewde obscure errour Of suche hye byrthe them self to magnyfy. Sythe they defyle it with vice and Uilany. Why art thou proude thou foul of that nobles Whyche is nat gotten by thyne owne vertue. By thy goode maners, wyt nor worthynes: But this forsothe oft tymes fynde I true That of a goode beste, yl whelpes may weshewe. In lyke wyse of a Moder that is bothe chast and goode. Often is brought forth a ful vngracious Brode.