Oft have you pray’d me, when in youth,
Never to err from paths of truth;
But youth to vice is much too prone,
And mine by far too much, I own.
Induced to riot, swear, and game,
I thought in vice t’acquire fame;
But found the pois’ning scenes of riot
Soon robb’d my mind of joy and quiet.
The usual course of rakes I ran,
The dupe of woman and of man.